Warhammer: Start with a dog.

Chapter 414 You look like Ferrus, you feel like Fulgrim, who are you?
"How can it be?!"

Apparently everyone here who might have known this - or these two uninvited guests - was so shocked that they lost their ability to speak.

This is quite a rare situation considering that all the people here are those who have survived the Horus Heresy in the Eye of Terror.

The unparalleled arrogance that Fabius Bile always kept on his face and was buried under something cracked, because what he saw undoubtedly made him incomprehensible and unable to think for a moment.

This was a rare situation in which his mind was out of control and he was almost overwhelmed by anger - of course all the Emperor's children would have different but extremely strong reactions when they saw it - but for the Chief Pharmacist, who had personally tried to understand and replicate the existence before him at a very deep level, at this moment there was only one word that could describe his feelings at the moment.

"betray!!!!!"

He was shaking all over for a moment, the surgical backpack behind him made a clattering sound, and the spider-like metal surgical instrument appendages trembled, opened and contracted.

"This is betrayal!!! Fulgrim!!!!!! Shameful betrayal!!! You can't fail me like this again!!!"

You could hear a pin drop in the room.

The giant who broke in, whose body was gleaming with silver and dotted with gold, stared at Fabius who was shouting so painfully and dramatically with wide eyes, as if he suddenly could not understand High Gothic.

The Word Bearers Apostle was the first to laugh among all those present, and then he was struck by the Chief Pharmacist's staff of torture, causing the Word Bearer to immediately fall to his knees, convulsing and vomiting due to the extremely severe pain, and letting out a horrible, piercing wail.

The hexagram rune protecting the hull and interior began to vibrate due to the demon apostle's nerves and psychic energy being almost out of control due to the pain.

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On the Vesalius, the conflict between two time and space that should not have happened undoubtedly attracted some always hungry beings.

The attention of the Unliving Ones was greatly attracted by the abundant emotions and soul reserves here, or something else. Groups of demons crossed the empty ocean and gathered towards the Vesalius, where something that should never have happened was happening.

An ancient Terran observer who could have seen them from a distance might have said that they looked like a flock of vultures hovering over the grassland in search of fresh flesh, except that they were undoubtedly bolder than vultures.

There is also another thing that is not known to everyone, but is still very ironic: the Geller side of this ship was actually almost ineffective when they passed through the abandoned webway gate and destroyed the control node at the request of Fabius.

What is blocking the Vesalius now and preventing demons of larger scale and size from approaching is actually the hexagram spell released by the Word Bearers apostle standing next to Fabius.

The spells of the demon apostles actually protect them from the demons.

And the Word Bearers did not volunteer to serve the Chief Pharmacist.

Of course, such bizarre incidents as using demon apostles to protect them from demons were common under Fabius's rule. Those who had been in contact with him for a longer time without dying or losing their minds - that is, those who were very useful to Bayer often found that the chief pharmacist's tone was always more humble than anyone else, but his actions were often more arrogant than gods. In the eyes of the silver uninvited guest, the demon apostle's face was worn out by futile struggle and enslavement, which made his skin tightly stretched on his skull. His dark red power armor came from an older and brighter era. Now there was almost no place on the surface of the Word Bearers' armor that was still smooth and blank. Lines of extracted secret prayers, hymns and weird sect documents were written and engraved on the plating in the most secret words and symbols in many different languages.

Sakara was not wearing a helmet, and his eyes were now wet and inquiring as he looked at the sudden god who had broken into the apothecary room. On his skull, along the outer edge of the soft flesh of the jawbone where the neck and chin meet, there was a scar that was obviously cut open and then sutured.

The scar was too ruthless and direct, seemingly out of place with his own tattoos or Colchis runes - starting from this major surgical incision, Bile had surgically inserted a large number of psychic suppression remote control implants, forced obedience nodes, and at least two micro-disintegration bombs somewhere in his brain or body into the brain and nerve plexus of the last survivor of the Word Bearers killing team sent by the Dark Council to kill him, ensuring that when Bile's heartbeat stopped, Sakara would also be blown into a pile of reduced biomass slime - the reason why this consequence was known was because the Word Bearers had seen the test work of these bombs.

Despite this, he still never stopped trying to secretly take out bombs and incite rebellion with words, although in the eyes of other senior members of the Pharmacist Union, his behavior was more like a tool for them to have fun after dinner, a talking, controlled tool that allowed them to summon, control, enslave and defend against the lifeless.

Every sentient being is born to be a tool in his hands, some are complex, some are simple, some are precious and some are completely useless. This is Fabius's arrogance and his definition of other creatures.

If a tool does not satisfy him, he will become extremely angry under his calm appearance, and he does not hesitate to tell lies to every tool that they want to hear, because he finds that this can make the tools more handy, or in other words, willing to do the work.

Fabius Bile's actions would always be carried out under some excuses he found to justify them, such as "a flash of mercy" or "a merciful thought", but no matter how much emotion one imposes on a tool, a tool is still a tool.

But Bayer always angrily denounced that gods were nothing more than a cancer of the warp, an illusion, and just a kind of sustenance and excuse imagined by others because they were not strong enough.

So, who is always using "flash of thought" to drive Fabius Bile's many actions? And what symbol of the destructive power is engraved on the top of the cane in his hand, which he took from the melting claws of the Unliving One?

The demon apostle watched everything as a prisoner.

So even though he knew that he would suffer extremely painful punishment and that he was completely unable to disobey the control nodes implanted in his head and neck by Fabius, Sakara still choked on blood from his nose, spasmed blood clots in his esophagus, and laughed in a very twisted and hearty manner.

"Ha... Fabius... They... have been... watching... He is coming... He is coming..."

The gland hounds tilted their heads, bared their teeth, gripped their weapons, tensed their muscles, and exuded aggressive hostility towards the intruders without any fear.

The demigod glanced at them indifferently, and there was no kindness or compassion in those silver eyes for these new species that were created.

Feelings of kindness and compassion are among the most precious and rare treasures in the galaxy, and Fulgrim Ishtar wishes only to preserve them for those who truly possess them.

Finally, the second person recovered from the shock, and Arian's voice broke the silence again.

"What is Fulgrim - Chief Apothecary? This... isn't this the face of the Tenth Primarch?"

"who are you?!"

(End of this chapter)