Warhammer: Start with a dog.

Chapter 417: There are too many things to discuss in every place
The matriarch of the glandular hounds is old, with frost-colored hair falling over her ragged Astra Militarum uniform and carapace, but she has more hunting experience than any other and is more cunning than any hound.

Therefore, when Mesa and Mesana pounced on the silver giant one after another according to the tactics they had agreed upon with gestures and throat sounds, Igri did not launch an attack as agreed.

Those two children are still too young and too easily arrogant. They have recently received the favor of their benefactor and think they can replace Igli.

From the beginning, Igli knew that her position would one day be challenged and replaced by younger children, her body would be decomposed and turned into useful experimental samples and meat for the kennel, and the final destination of the remaining parts would be the huge "meat tank" at the bottom of the spacecraft.

She actually felt no fear or dread at this outcome, because Fabius had stripped such emotions from his creations completely, so his creations had no fear of anyone or anything.

But instead of being replaced like this, she narrowed her eyes, aimed steadily, and pulled the trigger, all in one go.

It cannot be replaced just because the favor of the benefactor is transferred.

Soul Seeker Crystal Dart Bullet. It looks like a piece of pure and fragile ice crystal or something similar, which is a precious trophy for the hounds hunting the Eldar. Even Igri only has one. The physiological poison contained in this strange weapon may not harm a metal creature, but it also has a deadly psionic sorcery poison that can poison the soul, mind or anything similar.

Igri took advantage of the blood curtain formed by the internal organs and blood that fell from the two sisters when they were chopped open by the sabers, and took advantage of the window before the liquid spilled to shoot the most mysterious and deadly of the deadly Eldar crystal darts at the heel of the silver giant.

Then, her face, which had just relaxed and had no time to be surprised, flew high up with a flash of angry platinum lightning.

In the laboratory that was deserted and silent as the Silver Phoenix and the Golden Garuda chased their prey away while others were either chasing or fleeing, half of the wall was covered with scarlet liquid that was sprayed out at high pressure from Igli's extremely dense muscles and vascular structure. As the viscous liquid slowly flowed downwards, a hidden door was gradually outlined.

Something is lingering and probing behind.

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Fabius Bile stepped out of the secret passage, holding his cane of torture, and was on his way to the hangar in a hurry.

Alas, he had a warehouse full of frozen gene-seed stocks beneath the apothecary's laboratory aboard the Vesalius, many of them from the remnants of the Twelfth Company of the Emperor's Children, others from smaller warbands, hard-won Chapters or, more often, from inglorious raids on the fringes of battlefields, where the Glandular Hounds were becoming more and more adept at ambushing and dragging off their prey from the shadows of larger battles.

These gene-seed stocks were the reason why he was able to pass through any Chaos Lord's territory unscathed despite being hunted down. He was truly regretful about this, as the loss this time might be even more severe than his last loss.

But he still has his base world, so things are not the worst - as long as he can escape, there are many young clones of him stored on Urumu that he can use for brain transplantation.

The chief pharmacist turned another corner and went down to the next deck through a secret door. Now he was closer to the "thing" just now - Bayer suddenly realized that he was experiencing the first frustration and fear in his heart in a long time - that "thing"! What on earth is that thing? ! Why did it give him a feeling of "Fulgrim" but - no, when he thought of the face and body of Ferrus, which were made entirely of metal, but in front of them, he performed the postures, habitual movements and combat skills of the Phoenix Lord as flexibly and lightly as flesh and blood, Fabius felt that his originally confident logical world was being greatly challenged.

No, no, that must be explainable. There must be something somewhere there that can be deconstructed with logic and principles. Although he cannot do it now, it must exist. Just like he started with his comrades in the Third Legion, and then the samples brought to him by the Alphas, more experimental subjects, yes, yes, he is always flying in the universe to hunt, but it is never enough. Samples and experimental subjects are never enough. Repeated experiments can obtain more different mutations. Or maybe that group of Iron Gorgons was just particularly lucky once.

But that "thing" was not the delicate flesh and blood thing that he had studied with great enthusiasm and had a deep understanding of. He only needed to take a look at that thing to swear that it must have been made by the hands of the descendants of Ferrus - it was all boring metal! The boring metal might have flesh and blood, but Fabius had never seen anything as flexible and lifelike as this.

It was so vivid that it even made him feel a sense of crisis, as if the serious laggard on two different tracks in the pursuit of making mankind perfect suddenly started his subspace engine.

No, no, this kind of event produced by hand-made and experimental means is a matter of probability and chance. Fabius has encountered it before, such as the birth of Mesa and Mesana, right?

Quite right, that may be the case.

Bayer frowned, the Gland Hounds always gained less from the Iron Hands Space Marines than from the other bloodline Astartes, and the rigorous and intensive firepower of the Iron Hands always caused great losses to the hunting group. As a result, they inadvertently became less likely to deal with this group of Medusans when given a choice.

So much so that in centuries of research, Fabius did not notice any signs that Medusa had any unusual movement in this direction of research.

Then, this group of blacksmiths, who he originally thought had no knowledge of flesh and blood skills and the sophistication of genetic engineering, and only knew how to pursue ridiculous and crude metal replacements and worship corpses as false gods, gave him such a big surprise.

But why were they able to find the Vesalius that had just fallen out of the webway so accurately and board it successfully?

This incident itself is too coincidental.

Fabius's thoughts started working at high speed again because of this major doubt.

Logically speaking, they used the "key" he kept on the ship to open the abandoned Webway gate during their warp voyage. He had done this many times before, traveling through the ruins of the Webway, harvesting many dead Craft Worlds or the ruins of other worlds, and he had never made any mistakes. Moreover, this way of traveling also ensured that most people could not catch him at all...

Insider?

He quickly went through the personnel list. The remnants of the 12th Company of the Emperor's Children had just launched a rebellion, which had caused no trouble except for increasing Fabius's gene-seed reserves and meat for his hunting pack. So, was it Arkennicus who, under the orders of the Chief Lord Commander, had so rudely led his men into his ship and wanted to tie him up and lock him up, just to serve their own purpose?

But they had no reason to... Oh, since this group of brainless idiots could find him, maybe others could find him by following their trail. How... stupid!
Oh, wait, where is Arcanix? He hasn't seen the commander-in-chief of the Phoenix Guard in a while. Where are the other Emperor's Children? Why don't they come to protect him? Is the rebellion happening elsewhere on the ship?
(End of this chapter)