The Apothecary Master was apparently stuck in some kind of long, deep memory.

His once-battered countenance was now rounded, and there was a very small but certainly soft blankness in his eyes, which was by no means an Iron Warrior, nor like the Fist of the Empire, but more like some once homeless confused beast.

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

"The first dream was the overwhelming ...... that my lovely junior apprentices (two primordials who knew the word counterpart had an unnatural look on their faces) to our second company Well...... After receiving the shock of better treatment. The Apothecary Master pondered, but didn't choose his words very carefully, "On that occasion, I saw in a trance scenes that I don't know if they were true or not, including me fighting alongside Roger Dorn and calling him ...... Father. ”

Chaos Astarte shrugged, "My father wasn't Roger Dorn, I knew that very well, so at first I thought it was just some kind of coincidence that happened by chance, rare but not impossible, but since then I've been dreaming at rest, which is unusual in this universe, and we who have been hypnotized and trained should not dream as much as mortals. I quickly realized that it wasn't a dream, it was...... Memories of a certain Astarte. ”

"In these memories, I have seen, or rather experienced, Fabius Bair's laboratory and what happened in it, and I cannot deny that there is something in what I have seen that has inspired me." "But when I wake up, the contrast between what I see and what I feel makes me angrier in my dreams, and I can feel ...... The one who gave me half of the genes...... Man, the pain he has suffered, the struggle of his heart, the brave and glorious man he has become. ”

"What is passed down from genetic seed is sometimes quite wonderful." The dreadnought nodded, and Maatra looked uncomfortable because she wanted to publish a paper on the subject on the spot, knowing she couldn't.

"Especially when I never really took them on, and although I had heard rumors that the genetic seeds of heroes would manifest themselves in their recipients, I had always thought it was nothing more than a fragile husk to hold a small dream until that day."

The Apothecary Master shrugged, "Then I began to use this as an opportunity to privately track down everything about Fabius Bair. And today, it's a good day to say what I know. ”

"O Venerable Ishtar, please listen carefully......"

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"So, Fabius Byer is still here a source of depravity for the Emperor's Son, a disgrace to the Third Legion, a disgusting apprentice and ally of the damned Xenomorphs, a madman who twists and shapes flesh at will, an ugly source of distorted recruits for the Fallen."

After Hun Tho had described to him what he had recently inquired about Fabius Bair's activities in the Eye of Fear and part of his publicly stated "vision" and "great achievements," the dreadnought Phoenix slowly summed up with pent-up anger.

Uthermaatra tried to lighten the mood, so he asked his brother's alternate form, on his side, how could Mobius Baier not always maintain his loyalty to his father, the Legion, and the Empire like the others?

"So, my little brother, there is no one in my place who is more disgusted than Fabius Bair of all the traitors of the legion who still lives in the world...... It is true that in that battle that lasted for many years, I and my steadfast heirs lost a lot, both our own and those of others. There are not a few warriors who have been tortured to death by that group of inexplicable perverted pointy-eared maniacs, they are loyal to the death, and only Fabius Bair. There was a deep, genuine hatred in the tone of the fearless phoenix, not even the slightest bit of father's sorrow or regret for his son.

"It would be forgivable if he had just been tortured and mad, but he ended up joining the gang of pointy-eared lunatics and doing those cruel experiments with his own brothers! He cloned countless twisted Horus (gasping sounds) and gave them to my brother who had fallen into blood and iniquity! (louder gasps), the blasphemous creations still remain, calling themselves the Black Legion (double embarrassed cough) in the galaxy! ”

The face of the dreadnought phoenix visibly distorted, and a rampant laugh erupted from the distant palace of the gods, "And this coward! He didn't dare face me! He attacked me with hundreds of my abominable twisted clones, telling me to kill my clones with my own hands so he could escape on his own! ”

"Oh my God, what a similar and different ......"

The dreadnought phoenix waved his hand, "The last time I saw this so-called genetic ancestor clown in the attack on Comoros, I chased and killed him, and then I was lost, my loyal Phoenix Guards were lost in the chase, and the only thing I feel sad about is their deaths, and I will never regret it, I will never regret it to this coward!" The Hunt of the Apostate! ”

He paused, "All the space-time changes in the network are different from the outside world...... The traitor was quite familiar with the net, he hid himself, and after some time, I followed my intuition and the voice of the summoning to see a crystal wall that seemed to tell me 'thin enough to break through', and the power of a familiar brother rippled over it, and I tried to respond to it, and here I was. That's it. ”

The Fifteenth Primordial looked away in a weak heart, while the Apothecary Master blinked desperately: the amount of information was a bit too much.

"Now you can talk to me about that particular clone of mine and the countless Ferus Manus, you always compare the two, and it gives me a very bad premonition, and I sincerely hope that he will not be a worse thing."

"He's really not, but there could be something...... It's not something you'll want to hear, either. ”

"Tell me."

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The seemingly harmless appearance of the self-proclaimed Maxim guide, but in fact the appearance of "I look like I'm ready to burst out and give you a big one", obviously does not make every Ultramarines visitor let their guard down.

Hephaestus' mechanical prosthetic eye had been keeping an eye on the mysterious Astarte in black Casillas, and more than half of the team's sights were locked onto the joints and vital points of his body.

However, the subject himself seemed unfazed, and invited them to join him in the central hall with a smile, much to the surprise of Sicarius.

"Well, the truth is always up to us, gentlemen," the proud Grand Duke of Talasarian asked his brothers, "are you ready for your roar and weapons?" ”

The answer was yes.

"Very well, then let's see what amazing and vicious conspiracies and traps await us here."

The polite Maxim pointed out to them a fan that looked like it had just been scrubbed (perhaps to greet guests, or perhaps to wash off the bloodstains?). ), the door of the gleaming transport ladder.

Cato Sicarius held the hilt of his sword and led his fighting brothers forward with their heads held high.

The doors of a new world were open to him.

Wail.

Second, there is more in the yard, eat a meal first

(End of chapter)