Chapter 291 I Have to Ask You This

"I haven't summoned you for a long time, Shanadore. Conrad Coze said, breaking the silence with these words after the World Singer bowed deeply to him for a long time.

"Yes, Blood Marquis." The World Singer from the Savage Eldar answered with her tender and gentle voice, full of respect and expectation. "Is there anything I can do for you? ”

After escaping the battle on Planet 154-4, the singer, who was relieved, spent the initial fear on Conrad Coze's battle barge, and quickly adapted to leaving the primitive planet and enjoying another new life.

Recently, she began to work with her dark cousins ​​for this "little ark" she called, using the technology she brought to improve the output efficiency of the fully automated small agricultural base attached to the "Honour of the Night Ghost King".

Although this strange land drifting in space is no longer the warm homeland of her familiar homeland that hosts the soul of the world, the vitality of the world singer who is accustomed to farming and weaving to communicate with nature has not declined at all.

"Sing a song for me, world singer. Now." Conrad Coze said.

"What song do you want to hear?" Shanadore asked.

"Any one. When new life comes in spring, when crops in the fields sprout, when new fish swing their tails in the pool, what kind of songs do you use to celebrate these moments? "

"I understand, my lord." The singer smiled and coughed twice to adjust her voice. "What you need is a hymn of rebirth."

She began to sing, her voice like a spring breeze, and Conrad Curze closed his eyes and listened. When this short and lively song guided by the energy of the mind echoed in the dark ship hall, everything was illuminated.

As the melody ended, Shanadore was still immersed in the joy of her own creation. She smiled sweetly: "Does this satisfy you, noble blood lord?"

Conrad Curze opened his eyes.

"Amazing, Isha's smile was reborn in your singing." He praised generously, "My blood singers will discuss more with you later. You have to compose the song that makes your heart feel the most happy. At the closing ceremony of the games, I hope you will sing for Queen Kalifeng as compensation for my interference in Perturabo's grand ceremony. "

He had already disturbed the good mood that Perturabo had carefully created for everyone because of Fabius Bile's affairs. He could not live up to the kindness of the Iron Lord, which was not fair.

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These nominal mortal auxiliary troops could not be human.

After verifying the composition of the sample of the alchemical potion given to him by Hexakeris, Fabius finally made it clear. This amazing fact made the pharmacist almost unbelievable.

Conrad Curze, the latest returning Primarch and one of the most respected people in the Empire, dared to hide the aliens in his own army? Could it be that he would openly violate the Emperor's ban and use the blood of another creature to taint the truth of the Empire that he should revere and respect?

Fabius was absent-minded He poured more Heartbreak Potion compounds into his artificial skin culture tank, adjusted the light and radiation concentration, and waited for the unknown changes brought by the mystery of biology.

This potion was definitely not originally intended for humans. When he fed Lycaon a small amount of it, the feedback from his servants was obviously not good - a semi-mechanized Astartes vomited fragments of internal organs, which was no small matter.

He was not sure if he was the first person to know this secret, and he did not understand why the heavily modified Night Ghost pharmacist would respect Conrad Curze's instructions and hand over the information revealing the deep secrets of the Eighth Legion to him personally.

The idea of ​​threatening Hexacereus with the secrets about the aliens only flashed through his mind, and was rejected by the law. Bius was completely buried in the unfathomable depths of his mind.

He was not stupid enough to think that he was qualified to reveal the faults of a Primarch in front of the Emperor.

In fact, in the bad impression left on him by the Eighth Legion, he might die on a rainy midnight before revealing this secret.

In any case, Fabius cheered up. He still had a real doubt, that is, why the aliens could accept the genetic modification of Conrad Curze, a Primarch who undoubtedly belonged to the human camp; while natural humans who wanted to use the Primarch's gene seed seemed to have encountered many obstacles.

He had sent his attendant, this time not Lycaon, but another more inconspicuous ordinary servitor, to find a way to get one. Genetic samples of the son of the Muse of the Night Ghost King's Court.

Blood, hair, skin scraps, these are all practical options. Any small conflict or harmless accident, or even just the natural shed components in daily actions, are enough to support a secret experiment.

He does not need and cannot plunder a complete individual, which will only ruin his life.

Presumably, the servitor will return soon.

If possible...

Fabius's eyes moved to Lycaon, who was faithfully serving at his operating table, feeling his chest cavity that had been cut open and sutured by himself, under his black shell, inside the chest bone plate, flowing out of the two hearts, surging in the blood vessels, is an extract made from the bone blood of his genetic brother.

These medicines helped him survive the years when he was threatened by the blight, and helped him continue on the path to further research.

He left one of them behind, perhaps as a souvenir, perhaps for more reasons.

The cycle of life, the iteration of life and death, one desperate life after another passed away under his knife. In this silent environment where even the germs were removed, he had too much time to reflect on what was truly worth it. The technology of attention, in this endless coming and going, how the true meaning of life knocks on the door of eternity.

If possible, he hoped that the sleeping soul would truly resurrect in this preserved half-dead body. All this time, Fabius felt that Lycaon was not really dead.

In addition to completely curing his genetic hazards, this was another restricted area in life that he wanted to enter, definitely not just for research value. He said to himself——

The meditator assisting the calculation suddenly made a beeping sound, calling Fabius Bayer back to consciousness from his self-persuasion process. He moved in front of the meditator array, and the meaning behind the flashing icons made him feel confused.

"Lord Fulgrim," he answered the transmission, letting the Primarch's cold but still beautiful voice swirl in his cochlea.

"Where are you?" Fulgrim asked directly.

The purple-robed phoenix was not a man of steel like Ferrus Manus, and the tone of his words at this moment sent chills down Fabius's spine, as if he was lying face down on the operating table, trying to save himself. When the servo robotic arm was implanted, there was an amazing chill that penetrated the nerves and bones.

"In my laboratory, my lord," Fabius said matter-of-factly, knowing full well that he could not deceive the Primarch. "Do you need me to come to see you?"

While speaking, he was ready to put away his experimental equipment and put the suspicious items that were testing the boundaries of the Astartes' reasonable scientific exploration boundaries into storage cabinets covered with a black film that made the interior invisible. Inside.

There is also Lycaon. Lycaon also needs to be stored. There was no guarantee that the Primarch would not see the identity of this servant as a former warrior. When Fulgrim arrived in anger, Fabius could not convince the Primarch to accept its existence.

The pharmacist calmly made arrangements for the next series of events in his mind. It was like preparation before an operation. Each knife was placed in the right place, and the sharp edge of the hand saw was Good inspection, the vials are arranged on the tray in order of use.

The principles of all things in the world are common to each other, and they are all related to the essence of life.

"Stay where you are," Fulgrim said. At this time, his voice not only came from the communication array, but the clear voice also came directly from outside Fabius's closed laboratory door, penetrated the metal, and reached Fabius's ears in the air. "Then, open the door."

"Yes, sir." Fabius said with difficulty.

Before the door was unlocked and the Primarch used his purple eyes, which were enough to see through everything in the room in an instant, and his huge mind that could process countless pieces of real-time information in an instant, to see through Fabius's tricks, he probably Seven seconds left.

At the first moment, he realized that he could not take the initiative to clean up the heartbreaking potion in the cultivation tank in front of him. This is the research content that Hexakeris knows about. As long as Konrad Koz, who is colluding with the aliens, says a few more words, Fulgrim will identify his behavior as clear evidence.

But Lycaon cannot be here.

Fabius immediately opened Lycaon's helmet, mixed a bottle of short-term solidifying solvent with a handful of artificial skin in the water tank, glued it to the upper half of the opponent's face that had not been replaced by metal, and fastened the helmet again.

Within a minute, the upper half of Lycaon's face would be covered in reshaped skin, and he would become ugly and full of flaws. It would no longer be the face of a Phoenix Son.

That's not bad either.

His old face always made Fabius feel that this warrior still retained some consciousness of his own.

After the Lycaon matter was resolved, Fabius was still uneasy. He felt that there was one thing that he had not yet considered, but a corner of Phoenix's robe had already appeared in the metal door that was gradually moving to one side.

Fabius lowered his head deeply, and drops of water dripped from his wet hands. "Father." He responded respectfully, "What can I do for you?"

Unexpectedly and as expected, Fulgrim's eyes stopped at the cultivation tank at his hand.

"What are you studying?" the Primarch said, his tone unmistakably questioning.

"A reset version of the heartbreaking enhancement potion."

Fabius answered cautiously, not sure why the Primarch came to the door because of this matter, even though it did contain some newly added genetic extracts of the Third Legion.

"A warrior died because of you." Fulgrim said this first, while observing Fabius's expression. At the end, he added the adverb: "Almost."

"This is impossible." Fabius replied decisively, and this was the truth. "This research of mine has never left this laboratory. How could it harm my battle brothers?"

"That's a question for you." Fulgrim said lightly. "Tell me everything you know, pharmacist. First of all, I hope you understand that I have always valued your talents and pursuits very much."