I write apocrypha in Warhammer

The prophecy may not be broken.

But if done correctly, modifying some of these details is not a problem.

Ourrican is a proud and arrogant genius, there is no doubt about this.

If Wei Mu is to achieve his plan, help from an astrologer is crucial.

That's why he raised Orikan's status so high, hoping that the astrologer would agree to his request driven by the pride in his heart.

It's a very childish approach, but it works if you can't stand it.

Especially Trazin, who was an old rival and had shown off in front of him once before.

The Endless One and the Astrologer once conducted an archaeological activity on a planet colonized by humans and defeated an orc force that tried to invade there.

Local residents discovered Trazin leading his army to fight the orcs.

Not knowing the truth, they thought they were the Emperor's Angels of Death, the Silver Skull Chapter fighting for them.

People were shocked and delighted by this.

After the battle, they spontaneously erected a statue for Trazin and placed it in the square for everyone to worship.

They will light candles around the statue and sing hymns to express their gratitude and memory for the Silver Skull Chapter.

Later, the Inquisition took away the statue on the grounds of renovation, but the thing never appeared again.

Of course, that statue actually fell into the Prismatic Corridor in Trazin, and was treasured by him forever.

"Do you have a statue of yourself, Orikan?"

"You are such a disgusting egomaniac!"

"I just want to know if there is any culture that regards you as a living saint or spiritual guardian. This is a simple question that can be answered with only yes and no."

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This matter has always made the arrogant Ourrican brood, although he completely disdains to obtain such worship from lower creatures.

"Okay, young man, if you are so insistent, I can help you." Orican thought for a long time and finally said, "Although retreating in time can temporarily avoid the sharp edge, you will not be able to escape and face the dark gods. fate."

"Thank you for your generous help, Master Orikan." Wei Mu said with a smile.

"The reason why I agreed to this matter is all for the benefit of the Necron. It is completely different from Trazin's stupid and overflowing sympathy. You must not get it wrong on this point." Orikan said calmly. said.

"Of course, even so, we are very grateful for your help." Wei Mu nodded.

Then he took out another soul stone from his pocket and handed it into the astrologer's hands.

"this is mine?"

Ourrican held the small red stone and was a little unsure for a moment.

At least according to Trazin's previous description, that thinking entity, soul metabolite is not something easy to make.

"Perhaps it's because your relationship with Trazin is too close." Wei Mu guessed.

His ability is very mysterious, and no one can teach him, so he can only slowly explore it on his own.

"Close? Me and him? Don't be kidding me. I wish that annoying, damned, arrogant, disgusting guy would disappear from the world, so that I can get rid of his stupidity forever!" Ourrican resolutely drew a clear line and shouted loudly.

But just listen to such words, and Wei Mu would not dare to respond casually.

He had been fighting with Trazin for countless years, and his understanding of each other's personalities was as good as any pair of close friends.

The astrologer held the soul stone and carefully placed it into his body.

Just like Trazin's initial reaction, Orikan felt himself trembling all over, and his body was suddenly filled with an unparalleled sense of joy.

Lost memories are recovered, and blurred fragments become clear again, just like a person who has suffered from a bad cold and suddenly recovers.

Orikan was very satisfied with the effect of the soul metabolites.

He felt that his copy consciousness would not be a problem even if it lasted for another 100 million years.

"Speaking of that annoying guy, when we parted ways on Cologne, he asked me to bring you something."

Orikan recalled Trazin's instructions and took out a multi-dimensional Rubik's Cube from under his cloak.

"What did he bring to me? What's in it?" Wei Mu asked curiously after taking the multidimensional Rubik's Cube.

A gift from the figure king must not be too bad in gold content.

"It's just a little gadget, like cloning the original body or something." Ourrican replied casually.

"Clone the original body?" Hearing this answer, Wei Mu's expression was slightly startled.

He knew that the Wang family had a collection of cloned Fulgrim, but he didn't expect that the other party would be willing to give away such a precious existence.

Even if it is not as good as the real original body, the cloned Fulgrim is still a very good fighting force.

As for the other imperial officers and soldiers around them, after hearing the news, they felt as if their views were shattered, as if they had been struck by lightning.

"How dare you aliens do this to the Emperor's holy heirs? What a sacrilege!"

The Primarch is an absolute minefield in the minds of Space Marines.

For the sake of Wei Mu, they had tolerated the cooperation with these ribs.

But now that the other party has actually come up with such a treasonous thing as cloning the original body, they can't continue to stand by and watch.

All the imperial soldiers in the bridge drew their swords and guns, and assumed a posture of wanting to fight the astrologer.

"You guys, calm down, this is none of my business. Even if you want to find the culprit, you have to go find that guy Trazin. I'm just helping him bring something along the way." Orikan He quickly explained.

However, the Empire usually doesn't bother to distinguish between Alien A and Alien B. In their view, the Spare Rib Aliens are the same group of people.

Therefore, the hatred of the Space Marines has not diminished.

That damn tomb robber, how long has it been, and he's still digging holes for him.

Ourrican was also careless for a moment.

His inertia of indifference to human affairs prevented him from considering the Empire's reaction after learning that the original body had been cloned.

"You are wrongly blaming the Necrons for this matter." Wei Mu waved his hand, signaling for everyone to calm down, "The original clone is Fabius Bayer, the notorious old man who was the original Son of the Emperor. It was created by Chinese medicine pharmacists and was the work of human traitors, so it really has nothing to do with them."

It seems that in the future, a database will need to be established in the empire to educate each war group on various basic knowledge in the galaxy.

After listening to Wei Mu's explanation, everyone's mood gradually stabilized.

However, the news that the original body was cloned was still like a sharp thorn stuck in their throats, making them extremely uncomfortable.

Who knows how many wild fathers those traitors secretly gave them?

"In any case, for the empire, cloning the original body is a serious crime. If the regent knew about it, he would definitely be furious." Moore reminded from the side.

He knew that with Wei Mu's strange brain circuit, he would definitely use it to do some weird things.

But there are some red lines that must not be stepped on, not even by Robert Guilliman himself.

There is no place for cloned originals in the Empire, whether they are loyalists or rebels.