Chapter 294 Who Was He?

"Stand here and don't move anything, Fabius Bile. Fulgrim gave the warning and began to walk around the laboratory.

This was the first time his gene father had suddenly visited his laboratory. Fabius watched the purple phoenix silently stop in front of the jars storing organs and bowed his head in front of the human tissues processed by alchemy.

The pharmacist could not see Fulgrim's expression. From his perspective, he could only see the hair flowing like mercury behind the gene father. If another gene brother stood in his position, that person would definitely be immersed in the perfection displayed by his father.

This is the paranoia and loss of rationality of the Astartes warriors. And for many years at the operating table, facing the life Decline and death, the long time spent, gradually took away too many positive emotions from Fabius Bile.

Some things are not worth being so obsessed with, while other topics highlight higher importance.

For example, the study of genes.

He once told Fulgrim that this was the only way to correct the shortcomings of the Emperor's children and achieve perfection. Fulgrim respected his talent and appreciated his ideals. He allowed Fabius to conduct more of his own research, and his glorious face was filled with warm encouragement.

But Fabius knew that his destination would not stop at perfection.

And this is his sacred temple. It does not belong to losers and the dead, it belongs to a true biotechnology genius.

"What is this? "Fulgrim asked.

There was a wall with many life support pods. Some of the slots were empty, and some of the old grooves had decayed liquids, covered with coagulated blood and mold, but they were still sealed and preserved for the purpose of backup samples for scientific research; those that were actually in use were covered by black baffles.

Phoenix tapped a storage tank covered by a baffle with his fingernails.

"Open it." Fabius continued to stand there and ordered his servant. In the past, he deliberately avoided exposing this servant to others. However, the parts that could show Lycaon's identity should have been completely changed. This made him feel relieved.

Lycaon faithfully carried out his orders and went to operate the console. The baffle was removed, and a group of creatures floating in the life support pod curled up, their skin pale and wrinkled, like a group of withered grass.

"This is my initial research on the blight." Fabius replied, "You know, on Terra, I began to try to solve the mystery of life and death that plagued the Third Legion. "

At that time, the boundaries between legions were not as clear as they are today. He had some companions from other legions, such as Garlan Surak of the 12th Legion.

Many years ago, Fabius heard that he was dead. Fabius was happy about this. He didn't need too many people to remember his past.

"You have been working hard for this, and I admire your pursuit of perfection." Fulgrim turned back, "We were created by the Emperor, and our flaws are an insult to the Emperor."

"But recently, some things have begun to make me reflect on where the boundary between imperfection and perfection is. Since when and for what, we pursued perfection; on the road of this pursuit, what fruits have we gained, what factors have we ignored, and what consequences have we caused. "

"Reflection makes the will clearer." Fabius said. "The end of life is to seek perfection in all things. This means that we cannot be limited by nominal humility. "

Who could bring such a sudden thought to the proud Fulgrim? Those brothers? Or Akurduna, whom he values ​​the most?

Fulgrim's eyes looked at the sink in front of Fabius, "I have always hoped that you would go further, but not in the wrong direction. Although my expertise is not in scientific research, I still know that there are some living materials required for experiments that cannot be obtained without violating ethics and morality."

When mentioning the last sentence, Fulgrim swept his eyes to Fabius.

The vision of his gene father has become narrow. Fabius thought in surprise. This was exactly his first reaction.

"Today, one of my descendants was found to have used the potion you are studying." Phoenix said.

"Your Majesty, did he die?" Fabius asked, showing his concern for this comrade, "No, even if the research on this potion is immature, he will not die within a day. I can start studying ways to save him now, just bring him to me..."

"No need. "Fulgrim interrupted Fabius without even asking if he had done it. This was not a good sign.

The Phoenix lowered its head and stared at him. For the first time, Fabius felt so small in this enclosed space.

"Tell me," he continued, "Who else knows this potion?"

Fabius hesitated.

"Hexacheris." He replied, "He gave me the formula for this alchemical potion... Please tell me what happened, father."

"The Eighth Legion smelled the potion." Fulgrim sighed, with sadness in his eyes.

"Please believe me, father," Fabius bent down to hide his uneasiness. Deep in his body, those places that had been throbbing because of the signs of the blight began to twitch painfully again after many years. It was as if a fatal cancer that had been lurking for many years was gradually finding its time.

"I will not attack my comrade. I do not understand why Hexakeris would do this, I once believed in him."

"How will you prove it?" Fulgrim asked softly.

"Bring him to me, I will do my best to heal him."

"What will happen to him if you fail?" Fulgrim continued, "If he lies on your operating table and takes his last breath, what will you do?"

"If the world is so regretful, I will give him a relief."

"Or make him into your experimental material?"

"I will never take my battle brother..."

"Shut up!" Phoenix suddenly shouted sharply, anger gathered in his crystal eyes, like a sharp knife, piercing Fabius's mind, shocking him to his knees, and the cold air of the cold floor went straight into his bones.

Fulgrim grabbed the attendant who had just opened the baffle for him and took off his helmet. Then, he grabbed the unrecognizable attendant and shouted, "Who is he?"

"A servant..."

"Who was he? You dare to tell another lie, Fabius Bayer!"

The primarch's chest rose and fell violently, and his face flashed with terrible anger, "Who else do you want to frame? Who else do you want to frame? Do you think you can still hide it from me? Do you think I can't feel the shaking of blood and the transmission of genes? You have crossed the line! Bayer!"

Fabius' face was pale. He had foreseen his death sentence on the path of exploration. This was definitely not an acceptable result for him. Even if he saved his life after this incident, everything he had was necrotizing and apoptotic at this moment...

He didn't want to give up, but he couldn't plead for himself in the rage of the primarch.

The pharmacist bowed his head deeply. "Lycaon," he said dejectedly, adding, "He had died of illness at that time."

When Fabius said the name, the soul that should have died led the broken body, stretched out a stiff finger, and gently hooked the sleeve of the Phoenix.

Fulgrim trembled because of this simple touch, and his anger instantly turned into something colder.

"How much I trusted you, Fabius. Even on the way I just came..." He lowered his eyes, stopped talking, then drew his sword, paused beside Lycaon's neck, and slashed it fiercely.

The former warrior fell to the ground, and he reached the end of his liberation.

A handful of blood that had turned brown and black in years of biological experiments splashed on the purple Phoenix's face as clean as a plaster statue. He did not wipe it off immediately, leaving this scar-like stain in place.

"Akulduna, come in." Fulgrim said loudly.

The sword master waiting outside the laboratory responded and entered, his hand on the hilt, nodding to Fulgrim.

"Keep an eye on Fabius Bile," Fulgrim said, "and destroy it all."

"Okay, father," Akurduna said, drawing one of the two long swords.

"Father! But my research..."

Fabius quickly shut up and looked at the operating table and culture tank closest to him.

Then, as if he couldn't bear to watch the scene that was about to happen, he closed his eyes in despair, knelt on the spot, and gave up resistance.

"I have something to deal with," Fulgrim ordered, "wait until I come back."

After that, the hurried footsteps of Phoenix gradually faded away.

Under the gunfire of the bullets and the slashing of the swords, the sound of glass breaking began to sound.