Warhammer: Start with a dog.

Chapter 412 The Gene Ancestor is waiting for his guests

"Where is he? Damn it, we need more men and heavy weapons!" Merricks shouted at Arkennix breathlessly, while leaning down, pushing a mutant hound beside him in front of him, and then immediately fell to the ground.

A beam of blazing light passed over his head, and at the same time the mutant's hot, twitching body, with half its skull melted off, fell to the dirty ground beside his shoulder with a thud, stirring up a mixture of dust and something unknown.

"How should I know?! Where is the damn 'Spider'?! Why hasn't he sent anyone to support us?! This is his ship, right?! Where's Arrian?! Where's Skagorm?! Isn't this his favorite occasion?! And where's that Word Bearers demon apostle?!"

"For now, this is indeed Fabius's ship." Merix commented sharply, trying to hide himself behind some thick enough cover. "But since you were actually sent by Eidolon to let him go back to work for him or kill him, I think Fabius has reason to hope that you will meet with some accidents at the hands of the 'Iron Ten' who suddenly appeared. It's a perfect way to deal with it."

"Damn it, Merricks," Arkenix cursed, "Your imagination doesn't need to be so good at times like this!"

In response to the fact that these two Emperor's Sons appeared to be the command group and had survived the previous round of attacks compared to the other Chaos Space Marines, the Iron Hands' line launched an even more intense and intensive attack with high-energy pulse rays, storm bombs and targeted flamethrowers, allowing the representatives of the Third Legion to feel the "fiery passion" of the steel straight men firsthand.

"What a fucking noise! ​​Are these Gorgons crazy?! Aren't they afraid that their guns will cut this damn ship in two with such power?!"

"We can't go on like this." Arkenix said calmly. As a member of the Phoenix Conclave who still wanted to make the Third Legion great again, he was obviously able to think calmly, and when he needed to refresh himself, he just drank some brews from distant planets.

"Merricks, we have to think of a way to get out of here first..."

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The matriarch of the gland hounds, Igli, stood vigilantly beside her master, her benefactor, her god.

This muscular, strong cyborg woman, who was as strong as an Astartes, was considered by Fabius Bile to be the most successful early gland hound. As she was one of Fabius's most favored servants, her reward from her benefactor was to reproduce her bloodline for her benefactor.

This means that she is both the mother, grandmother, aunt, or other cousin of many of the gland hounds currently on board the ship.

She was perfect for the purpose she was made for, and though she had aged and her hair had turned an aged frost color, her face still had a broad, square form where bones and muscles were stretched apart, as if flesh could be sculpted like stone, a perfect, precise flesh robot.

She swayed slightly uneasily, not because she was afraid - the Gland Hounds were not afraid, and even when faced with Space Marines they could pounce on them like a pack of hounds, hunting with precision and efficiency - but because she was worried about her Maker, her benefactor.

A large, ornate necklace made from the teeth of Space Marines she had hunted swayed slightly as the angle of her body, clad in tattered military uniform and carapace, changed.

"My Lord," she said again, in a soft, wistful voice that was so inconsistent with her appearance.

Her lovers, children, and relatives gathered around her, and the other gland hounds had their hands on their weapons, and in the distance, the little monsters, the vat-born, whimpered and grumbled, staring at Fabius in their center with longing and morbidity, like planets and asteroids around a sick sun. Fabius knew what she meant, and it was always considered a great honor for his creations to serve him in armor.

So he reached out and traced the bar code on her face, allowing one of his most favored creations to equip him with weapons.

A hooded, stunted, childlike or dwarf-like creature crawling on the ground hissed and brought him a weapon box, in which lay a scepter of pain. Fabius got it from the gradually melting claws of a great demon. Although the main function of this weapon is to bring pain to any existence attacked by it, this function is obviously also very practical.

The Chief Pharmacist holstered his poison needle gun. On his spine and shoulders, his surgical backpack hummed with a kind of consciousness, and his long insect-like appendages flickered restlessly.

Fabius frowned slightly, and while trying to calm down this strange phenomenon, he looked to his side.

World Eaters Apothecaries and Word Bearers Apostles were present, with the Sons of Horus Apothecary standing on the outermost side, absentmindedly stroking the diamond teeth of his chainsaw axe, while on the other side was the Death Guard Apothecary wearing a bloated and cracked Iron Knight Terminator like a piece of pale flesh.

With the exception of the Word Bearer, they were all his apprentices now, eager for his knowledge and skill, and ready to serve him.

So he waited patiently.

He is confident and humble, but he knows that all guests will eventually come for him.

For him, Fabius Bile, the Gene Progenitor, the ancestor of the new gods possessed by the new human race that rose from the bones of the old empire.

Come.

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Fulgrim Ishtar's feeling of uneasiness grew stronger. Although the data sent back by Garuda in front and above showed that the density and intensity of biological signals in the vicinity had greatly increased, none of them were strong enough to pose a threat to the two of them working together.

They had checked two secret laboratories before. The scenes there - Fearless Phoenix did not want to talk about them, but what was very abnormal was that although those laboratories were guarded by guards, the guarding force was still very thin, and there was no one inside (those things could never be considered human beings), except for the bodies in different states on the operating tables they found (uncut, cut open, and turned into minced meat in the sink under the operating table), various bloody power armor parts peeled off when some crustacean was eaten under the operating table (many were from unfortunate loyalists, but the symbols and paint of the Emperor's Children and other Chaos factions were not uncommon), and several cloning culture tanks behind the secret doors of the laboratories, which were guarded by the most codes, machines and strange artificial creatures. There was nothing else (to be honest, using any machine and any code to guard the secrets was as clear as an exclamation mark of "there is a problem inside" for these two people).

In order not to alert the enemy, he suppressed the extreme feeling of nausea and left two double-insurance bombs in each of the secret rooms where the clone culture chambers were placed, to ensure that these things could be completely destroyed after they found the real owners.

(End of this chapter)