Warhammer: Start with a dog

The Potion Master was obviously caught in some long and profound memory.

His once weathered face is now rounded, and there is very little but real soft confusion in his eyes. This is definitely not the Iron Warrior, nor is it similar to the Imperial Fist, but more like someone who was once homeless and confused. beast.

Fearless Phoenix thought, so he waited patiently for the other party to start narrating.

"The first dream was that time when my cute little apprentice (the two primarchs who knew the counterpart of this word both had a slightly unnatural look on their faces) gave our second company the overwhelming... ...Well...after receiving the impact of better treatment." The Potion Master pondered, but did not choose his words very carefully, "On that occasion, I saw scenes in a trance that were not sure whether they were true or false, including I fought beside Rogal Dorn and called him...father."

Chaos Astartes shrugged, "My father is not Rogal Dorn. I know this very well, so at first I thought this was just an illusion that happened by some coincidence. Although it is rare, it is not impossible. , but since then I have been dreaming while resting. This is not common in this universe. After hypnotic indoctrination and training, we should not dream as much as ordinary people. I soon realized that it was not a dream, that was ...the memory of a certain Astartes."

"In these memories, I saw or experienced Fabius Bayer's laboratory and what happened there. I cannot deny that there was something in what I saw that inspired me." He admitted "But the contrast between what I saw and what I felt after waking up would make me angrier in my dream. I could feel...the person who gave me half of my genes...the pain I had suffered, His inner struggle and the brave and glorious man he became."

"The things inherited from gene seeds are indeed quite wonderful sometimes." Fearless Phoenix nodded, and Maatra looked uncomfortable because she wanted to publish a paper on this topic on the spot but knew she couldn't.

"Especially when I have never actually inherited them. Although I have heard some rumors that the genetic seeds of heroes will sometimes be reflected in their recipients, before that day I always thought that it was just a kind of vulnerability. The body holds the rumor of a small dream.”

The Potion Master shrugged, "Then I began to take this as an opportunity to privately investigate everything about Fabius Bayer. And today is a good day to tell what I know."

"Honorable Ishtar, please listen carefully..."

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"So, Fabius Bile remains here as an inducement to the Emperor's Children's corruption, a disgrace to the Third Legion, a disgusting apprentice and ally to the damn xenos, a madman who twists and shapes flesh at will. , allowing the Fallen to continuously obtain an ugly source of twisted recruits."

After Honso described to him what he had heard recently about Fabius Bayer's activities in the Eye of Terror and some of his published "visions" and "great achievements", the Fearless Phoenix Band With suppressed anger, he slowly concluded.

Utherma Atla tried to lighten the atmosphere, so he asked about his brother's other form. On his side, Fabius Bayer had not always been as loyal to his father, legion, and The Empire maintains his loyalty?

"That's right, my little brother, of all the traitors of the Legion who are still alive in the world where I am, there is no one who disgusts me more than Fabius Bayer... It is true that in that scene In the battle that lasted for many years, my steadfast heirs and I have lost a lot, including our own and those of others. There are not a few soldiers who were tortured to death by those inexplicable, perverted, point-eared lunatics. They are loyal until death, and only Fabius Bayer." Fearless Phoenix's tone contained deep and true hatred, without even the smallest trace of a father's pain or regret for his offspring.

"It would be understandable if he was just tortured and went crazy, but he actually ended up collaborating with those pointy-eared lunatics and using his own brothers to do those cruel experiments! He cloned countless twisted Horu (Gasps) And give them to my brothers who have fallen into blood and evil! (Loud gasps) There are still remnants of those blasphemous creations, which they call themselves The Black Legion (double embarrassed cough) is wreaking havoc on the galaxy!"

The face of the fearless phoenix was visibly distorted, and the distant palace of gods burst into wild laughter, "And this coward! He didn't dare to face me! He attacked me with hundreds of my abominable twisted clone monsters, Let me kill my clone with my own hands so that he can escape on his own!"

"Oh my God, how similar and yet different..."

The fearless Phoenix, who was still angry, waved his hand, "The last time I saw this so-called genetic ancestor clown during the attack on Comoros, I chased him, and then I got lost. My loyal Phoenix Guards We lost all of them in the chase, and the only thing I feel sad about is their death, and I will never regret it, I will never regret chasing this coward! The traitor!"

He paused, "All time and space changes in the Webway are different from those in the outside world... The traitor was very familiar with the Webway. He hid himself. After an unknown period of time, I followed my intuition and the guidance of the summoning voice and saw a place that looked like Just tell me 'a crystal wall thin enough to break through', a familiar brother's power wave rippled through it, I tried to respond to it, and here I am. That's it."

The Fifteenth Primarch looked away guiltily, while the Potion Master blinked desperately: the amount of information was really too much.

"Now you can talk to me about my special clone and the countless Ferrus Manus. You always compare the two. This gives me a very bad premonition. I sincerely hope He couldn't be anything worse."

"He's not, but there might be something... that you wouldn't want to hear."

"tell me."

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The guide who calls himself Maxim looks harmless, but in fact, his whole body shows that "I look like I am ready to get up and give you a big one" obviously cannot make every Ultramarine visitor agree. Let go of your defenses.

Not to mention that Hephaestus's mechanical eyes have been monitoring the mysterious Astartes wearing black Casillas, more than half of the team's sights are locked on the joints and vital points of his body.

However, the person involved seemed to have no fear about this, and even invited them to go to the central hall with him with a smile, which made Sicarius and others a little surprised.

"Well, the truth always has to be discovered by ourselves, everyone," the proud Grand Duke Thalassarian asked his brothers, "are you ready with your roars and weapons?"

The answer is yes.

"Very well, then let's see what amazing and vicious plots and traps are waiting for us here."

The polite Maxim pointed them to a gleaming transport elevator door that looked freshly scrubbed (perhaps to welcome guests, or to wash away blood stains?).

Cato Sicarius holds the hilt of his sword and leads his battle brothers forward with head held high.

The door to a new world opened to him.

Gua.

There's more to do in the second half of the year. Let's have a meal first.