Warhammer 40,000: Mortal Gods

Inside the pharmacy laboratory.

Fabius has never spent all his life's learning and all his concentration at this moment on preparing potions as he does now.

Lucius lay on the ground as soft as a bone, choking with sobs: "Are you almost ready? I feel so weak now..."

Tears flowed from the corners of Slaanesh's chosen eyes, and a large amount of viscous liquid flowed downwards from his nostrils. His dry mouth continued to spit from the corner of his mouth while continuing the viscous liquid flowing out of his nostrils.

"I feel so weak now."

"So fragile."

Lucius muttered as he weakly slapped Fabius' leg with his hand.

Fortunately, Fabius quickly prepared a potion and poured it into the potion jar behind Lucius.

At that moment, Lucius's senses and thinking became a hundred times clearer, and the surging fighting spirit was active in every cell of his.

He clearly felt that he had become stronger, and this was not an illusion. The combat medicine had given him a real improvement, and he no longer felt as fragile and sluggish as before.

Just by looking at Fabius, Lucius thought of a thousand ways to kill Fabius with swordsmanship, and every method would make Fabius die miserably.

Start by cutting off every joint...

To cut Fabius's vitals open and let him wait for death in feeble twitching...

But thinking about it, Lucius was reluctant to take action.

The divine choice jumped up from the chair, unsheathed his sword in an instant, leaving dozens of sword marks on the walls of the laboratory.

Fabius, who often strengthened himself, didn't even see clearly what Lucius was doing. It wasn't until his eyes slowly moved to the wall that he saw the sword marks left by Lucius.

The mad doctor had to admit that if Lucius had attacked him just now, he would not be able to realize what happened until he died.

"I feel so powerful!" Lucius clutched the hilt of the sword tightly and shouted hysterically, "That's why I came to you! Hahahahaha!"

"Humph." Fabius looked expressionless and nodded slowly.

His eyes were on Lucius.

As the same son of Fulgrim, Fabius still remembers what Lucius looked like before.

He has white hair, is extremely handsome, and always has a wicked smile on his face.

Then he has now turned into a pale-skinned, distorted monster with various religious weird symbols all over his body.

Lucius was just the epitome of Fulgrim and his heirs, and Fulgrim became even weirder.

Most of the people in the original Legion of the Emperor's Children now look disgusting. They either use hooks to hook their loose skin, or wear some weird things on their chests that can cause pain...

This also made Fabius extremely firm in his belief that the consequences of bowing down to the god he was serving was to become such a useless person who is neither human nor ghost.

If gods are really gods, then they should make their believers closer to perfection.

"You go and kill the intruder." Fabius said in a commanding tone.

"You have no right to order me." Lucius suddenly became hysterical, "I am a god's chosen one! Champion! And you are just a disbeliever, someone who thinks his skills are better than those of gods..."

"Don't come to me for combat potions in the future."

"Copy that, I'll go right away."

Lucius's attitude changed dramatically.

A smirk appeared on Fabius's face, and he looked at the former battle brother with even more contempt: "Don't pretend to be a normal person, Lucius. You are just a pathetic maggot."

Lucius smiled strangely and listened.

"What will happen to you if I stop supplying you with combat potion? You will kneel down like a maggot, crawl to my feet, lick my shoes, and beg me to make you feel strong and agile again .”

"No, no. At that time, you could only roll on the ground and cry, and you couldn't speak."

Fabius had just finished his sarcastic remarks when a sword flashed before his eyes.

Blood splattered on the walls of the pharmacy lab.

Fabius knelt down tremblingly, covering the wound on his throat, and looked at Lucius in disbelief.

"I asked you to deal with the enemy, do you hear me?"

The sound of words brought Lucius back to reality from his fantasy.

Fabius did not die, nor did he kneel down. He stood there intact, his eyes still so contemptuous.

Lucius did not kill Fabius with a sword in anger, what he just did was just a fantasy.

Even if he really wanted to.

"When I come back, I will become stronger and sharper." Lucius walked backwards out of the laboratory, pointing his sword at Fabius.

The Chosen of Slaanesh left the laboratory to fight.

This god's choice is actually not that strong in terms of combat ability, which is why Fabius doesn't respect Lucius and doesn't think Lucius is really the so-called God's choice.

But Lucius has a very powerful characteristic, that is, he can resurrect from the body of the person who killed him.

Even if he stepped on a mine and was blown to pieces during a battle with the Imperial Army, he could still be resurrected from the body of the worker who made the mine. This was a favor given to him by Slaanesh.

And the person who is parasitized by him and takes his body will become a distorted face on his armor, forever becoming an ornament for the person who took his body, and then fight with Lucius in infinite emptiness and torture.

But even if Lucius has this ability, it is still wishful thinking to expect him to kill the intruder.

Fabius never expected Lucius to play a decisive role, and he also knew very well that the invasion faced by Bloom was not one or two people who could turn the tide of the battle.

There are still a series of things to do next.

Fabius left the pharmacy laboratory and walked into the corridor of the research facility, activating a network tunnel that he had researched and exploited.

New humans scattered across the Empire will follow this webway to Broome and join the war to protect their fathers and brothers and sisters.

But this was only the most ordinary step in Fabius's plan.

The mad doctor went to the secret room in the research facility that was protected by layers of security measures.

There are twenty jars placed in this secret room.

There are superhuman beings four to five meters tall soaked in the jar.

Those were the original bodies cloned by Fabius.

The clone Horus was among them.

Abaddon once led the Black Legion to go straight to Broome and personally killed the father of clone genes who called him his son. But he didn't know that he failed to completely eliminate every clone. Even during the battle, Abaddon Some of the substances left behind actually helped Fabius.

For example, Abaddon used the Claw of Horus to pierce a twisted freak during the battle, and then the freak's body fell into the hands of Fabius.

"Angron."

"Ryan."

"Perturabo."

"Magnus."

"Mortarion."

"Guilliman."

Fabius walked past each tank, counting the clones he needed.

After seeing Jaghatai, he hesitated for a few seconds and then stretched out his hand.

The cloned Jaghatai was instantly destroyed.