How can a retired savior be considered retired if his price drops to 40,000?

Chapter 306 The old Chinese doctor is so excited

A certain Fabius Bile wakes up in a culture tank.

He woke up earlier than expected. When he regained consciousness through the Stygian Neural Receiver and reflexively opened his eyes, the nutrient solution in the culture tank had not yet completely faded. The built-in physiological monitoring system detected this abnormal awakening and transmitted the data to the control system with a warning beep. The Thinker Array issued a command according to the preset program. The supply line connected to this body in order to maintain the vitality of the body began to inject a small amount of sedatives into his body to prevent his instinctive breathing reflex from choking him to death in the nutrient solution - but Fabius had already moved.

Stronger and more noticeable alarms began to sound in this area of ​​the ship. Whether it was the mortal slaves who were captured and forced to work here, Fabius's own genetic creations, or the Chaos Astartes who pretended to be idle and wandered around, they all knew what this meant. In the next few minutes, countless panicked or heavy footsteps rumbled through the corridors corroded by the energy of the Supreme Heaven. Medical auxiliary servitors and multi-barreled hot-melta guns almost poured into the room where the culture tanks were placed at the same time. Then, the owners of these things found that they didn't actually need to use these things.

It was easy to tell what had happened in the room: Fabius's culture tank had been violently destroyed - from the inside. The legendary pharmacist's hands were bloody and his body was covered in scars. The supply lines that were originally connected to him were not removed step by step in a way that minimized damage according to the program, but were simply torn off. He climbed out of his amniotic fluid tank naked and knelt carelessly on the floor full of metal, transparent plastic steel, spilled nutrient solution, blood scabs from his own blood, and various other indistinguishable messes.

Obviously, he was in a state of crazy excitement and ignored all changes in the outside world. No one knew what he was thinking, why he was thinking like this, what kind of scene he saw or what kind of knowledge he gained before his death, and why he was in such excitement. All the others present knew was that he was laughing wildly.

Laughing hysterically in a way that a knowledgeable researcher, or even any mortal with emotional control, should not be capable of.

Admittedly, this made his current state look abnormal, but in the Black Legion, this kind of "abnormality" was actually a common phenomenon. While giving power to believers, the Supreme Being would also subtly modify their spirits. Even Chaos Astartes could not be completely immune. Therefore, although everyone who rushed into the room had received the same order: "If anything abnormal happens to Fabius or his culture tank, immediately destroy everything in the room", in the face of this "common abnormality", neither the Multi-Barreled Thermos nor the masters of the Medical Servant ordered them to do anything.
But the Astartes of the Black Legion were not going to just sit there and watch him smile. Even though Warmaster Abaddon and the pharmacist were barely maintaining a superficial harmony under certain agreements and treaties that only they knew about, they could still read the rift between the two from the Great Predator's attitude towards details and an occasional look of disgust. Fabius's knowledge and technology might be indispensable to many weak Chaos warbands, but the Black Legion was a large family and did not rely much on this man's cloning technology and biochemical hunters, so they did not have a good face for him.

A Gastlin Terminator stepped forward, the broken pieces of the culture tank creaking under his heavy footsteps. He retracted the weapon installed in the armor, calculated the strength, and punched Fabius in the face - this would not cause him any irreversible damage, but it would be enough to make him bite his tongue, at least to stop this annoying laughter.

As he thought, the punch landed firmly on Fabius's unguarded cheek. His laughter was interrupted by the sudden external force, but unfortunately not completely. In the next few seconds, Fabius was still laughing, but his laughter was muffled in his closed mouth and chest. He spat out a mouthful of half-coagulated blood, which might have had a little of his own tongue, then raised his face nonchalantly, gave Gastlin a nervous smile, stood up from the ground, opened his arms, and asked naturally and arrogantly like a king visiting his own land: "Change my clothes."

An unpleasant atmosphere began to condense in the air, but the servants who were originally subordinate to Fabius moved. The medical servitors began to check whether there were any serious wounds on their master's master that needed their treatment, and simply cleaned his skin. Then, the corresponding equipment was carried out from the holy box near the culture tank by the deformed servants, and loaded onto the armored servitors one by one in order amid blasphemous prayers.

Gastlin took a step back in disgust, away from those creatures that were desecrated by the vicious biological alchemy and might have once been "humans". In the room that was gradually falling into chaos, he asked Fabius, who was surrounded by gods in the center, with this feeling of disgust: "You better get some useful information."

"Of course." Fabius answered the question of the man who had just punched him, and his attitude was even kind. "I need to talk to Ezekiel Abaddon, the sooner the better."

Such a friendly attitude made the supporters of the Great Plunderer present a little uneasy, and another subtle jealousy and evil thoughts grew under the catalysis of this negative emotion. Gastlin's tone became noticeably more unhappy: "The Warmaster is very busy, and you can't see him whenever you want. The intelligence you get better be of sufficient weight."

"Ferus Manus has resurrected." Fabius simply threw this explosive news like a whirlwind torpedo to the entire room, "Everyone has been deceived badly - there is indeed a so-called "Primarch" who was forged by a machine, but it is just a deception. Everything is a trap created by the real Primarch of the Iron Hands to confuse the enemy's judgment. No one can blame Abaddon for his strategic misjudgment in this battle, because it was Ferrus himself who was hiding behind the puppet and speaking."

The atmosphere in the room froze. For a few seconds, apart from the noise of the servitors running and the sound of Fabius's deformed servants crawling on the ground, there was no sound of heartbeats or breathing in the room.

"What nonsense are you talking about?" Gastlin denied it instinctively, feeling a chill down his spine. "I advise you to have a comprehensive checkup of your brain, lest it go awry in the face of something ridiculous."

The servitor was putting on a breastplate for Fabius, so he was a little slow in replying: "This is not crazy talk. The me who boarded the Iron Fist was killed by the Tenth Primarch himself. How many times do you think I cloned Ferrus Manus before this? Can I not tell the difference between the real thing and the fake?"

A little noise leaked from the inside of Gastlin's helmet, as if the man in the heavy armor was strangled by an invisible external force. Fabius did not feel offended at all. He just stretched out his hand again and accepted the human skin coat handed by the servitor. Under the premise of the questioner's momentary speechlessness, he took the initiative to answer the question lingering in the other's heart: "I said this so easily in front of so many 'irrelevant people' here, just because it is the most insignificant part of the discovery I made on that ship." He picked up his skull cane again, and at the same time, the servitor just stuck his backpack loaded with many blasphemous tools behind the power armor - how did this set of equipment that was exactly the same as the original one come from? Perhaps others should have such doubts, but considering that "Fabius Bayer can even back up himself", it seems reasonable that he made many sets of identical equipment for his own backup?
"I believe that anyone can understand from this how much important information I have gained in exchange for my death." The creatures surrounding their god retreated from Fabius who had just refitted himself, allowing him to approach the Gastlin Terminator without any obstacles. "Remember? 'I need to talk to Ezekiel Abaddon', the sooner the better. The Black Legion may need to return to the Eye of Terror to rest, but its next expedition will definitely be headed to Baal."

The Gastalin Terminator took a step forward unhappily, further shortening the already short distance between them, making the heavy and bulky armor even more oppressive on the person. "It is not your place to make decisions about the arrangements of the Warmaster."

"He will agree." Fabius remained unmoved. He stood there calmly, looking up at the dim light in the Terminator armor's eyepiece. "I don't even need to convince him. I just need to tell him the facts I know. He will definitely agree."
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In the oppressive silence, only the diligent robot servants were still diligently cleaning up the pool of mixed bones and meat on the ground.

"You are telling the truth," said Cardan Stounus, who stood beside the Primarch. His worried emotions could even be easily distinguished from his mechanically processed voice. "I don't want to question your decision, but will these truths you deliberately reveal allow our enemies to make more preparations for the war?"

"On the contrary, my son. This is an open conspiracy." Ferrus Manus fiddled with the handle of the Furnacebreaker with two fingers, his eyes focused meaninglessly on the last bit of purple armor left in the filth left by Fabius. "The information I revealed not only forced the Great Plunderer to launch their so-called "Dark Crusade" in the direction of Baal. As long as Abaddon chooses to borrow the power of the wizard's prophecy in this matter - which is almost inevitable, he will find that there is a very tight deadline for his action. He will not have much time to reorganize his so-called "Legion". If the Spirit of Vengeance is not captured by us at this moment, she is doomed to be shattered in the Baal system."

Stunus spent 1.4 seconds quietly analyzing the information contained or implied in this passage, and then asked: "Is this a prophecy?"

"No." Ferrus retracted his gaze and looked at his outstanding descendants who had actually controlled the Chapter for more than three centuries. "I declared it 'destined' not because of the guidance of some so-called thread of fate buried in the warp. It's just because we will inevitably make this future come true."

The implication of this sentence made Stunus feel excited, but the part of his thought link that was in charge of cold rational thinking still prompted him to question: "The traitors who join Chaos will never be able to defeat the loyal soldiers and fleets of the Empire, but Abaddon should have realized our attention to the Spirit of Vengeance from the battle just now. How can we ensure that he will still drive the desecrated Glorious Queen to the front line in the next battle?"

"That's what Fabius has to consider." Ferrus sneered and stood up from his seat. "He is also aware of our obsession with the Spirit of Vengeance, even if he doesn't know why. In order to achieve his own goals, he will definitely do his best to persuade my 'good nephew' to use his flagship as a target."

Stunus immediately grasped the exact point of the conversation before Fabius was turned into a puddle of meat: "You mean the technology held by the Chaldean Bureau that you hinted at? I don't think Fabius, as a pharmacist, would have much interest in subspace navigation technology."

"I didn't mean that. The hints in words are not important. The core of this hint is that I asked you to bring him here: I need him to see the 'real me'." Ferrus walked past the servitors who were cleaning up the mess and headed for the door of the workshop. Stunus followed closely behind him. "He will realize that 'a Primarch who has been confirmed dead has resurrected'. As long as I give him a hint about the existence of the Chaldean Bureau, he will definitely investigate what this new organization in the empire is doing - and then, he will naturally believe in the results of his investigation."

Stunus searched his huge database. After the return of the Primarch, during the period of time when he had some spare time in the war, Stunus actually conducted a similar investigation on the Chaldean Bureau, but this organization, which only had a few records in the official records, really had no history worth mentioning, and the records in the throne room were not something that could be quickly consulted in just a few months, so Stunus did not get any useful conclusions on this issue.

"Perhaps snakes have their own ways, and rats have their own ways." After another round of quick fitting and speculation, Stunus confirmed his guess to his Primarch, "The blasphemous traitor may be able to realize from the information collected through the warp that your resurrection is not an isolated case. He may indeed be drooling over the Emperor's superb level of biological alchemy, but I don't think he will regard the Chaldean Bureau as a target that must be reached and plundered."

“He will,” Ferrus said. “I was just about to ask Ritsuka Fujimaru to help me reinforce some of the innocuous gossip she herself has revealed in the Warp. It won’t have any impact on her or her work, but it will be enough to keep Fabius biting the hook.”

"Can we know what this 'harmless truth' is?"

"Fujimaru Ritsuka once read and studied the bio-alchemical blueprints of the Primarch Project under the Emperor's instruction." Ferrus said this with an attitude of nonchalance, "All of us. Including No. 2 and No. 11."

(End of this chapter)