The Emperor’s Angel of Death

#2748 - The guilty party defends himself

"Believe he was the best choice?"

Hearing Fabius's "righteous" remarks, Soshian couldn't help but sneer:

"Before the Great Rebellion even started, you were already spreading corruption within the Third Legion. Don't think I don't know. Saul told me a lot. Your corrupted gene surgeries created twisted Noise Marines, and it was this group that pushed the Emperor's Children into the abyss! Besides that, you also created many addictive combat drugs, causing the Emperor's Children to gradually become dependent on them, even making them popular, and some even became complete addicts! What you did was betrayal, a kind of arrogance based on conceit!"

Fabius simply shook his head with a disdainful expression at this accusation.

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"Saul? What does Saul know? He is upright, he is brave, he is fearless, but what about it? What do you think Vespasian died because of? What did Solomon die because of? Do you think Fulgrim didn't know what I was doing? Could my ideas be implemented without his consent? Why are people like Eidolon and Calson in high positions in the legion? Because Fulgrim likes people like that. When the legion was struggling with the Blight, I was trying my best to maintain it! I cheered when I found Fulgrim, but I soon realized that the Blight was solved, but a more serious disease had spread within the legion. Fulgrim was the source. Beneath his arrogant appearance lies a deep-seated cowardice. Under his leadership, the Third Legion will only decline and become a vassal of certain legions. I must find a way to make the legion more perfect and stronger. Do you think the nineteen surgeries of the Astartes can be called 'natural'? And how can you be sure that some of these surgeries do not come from non-human races? The Emperor is a good learner. Only learning and borrowing is the driving force for human evolution. I think we can learn from any race, be it the Laer, the Eldar, or even the Orks, as long as it can benefit humanity, why stick to the old ways? If we only pursue conservatism, then why did the Emperor launch the Great Crusade?"

Saying that, Fabius reached out to Soshian, his voice becoming ambiguous.

"Besides, what is the difference between you and me now?"

Soshian returned a cold stare and a indifferent voice.

"I can grasp the boundary between cooperation and conspiracy, and I will never harm the overall interests of humanity for the sake of one party."

"Haha, ah, many people have thought so, but, but... in the end, they all had to make that choice. This galaxy is like this. If you let yourself go, the sky is wide and the sea is vast. If you limit yourself, the road can only become narrower and narrower, and in the end, you will not be able to advance or retreat."

"What a way to shirk responsibility! Did Fulgrim directly order you to obtain materials from the Laer to make those corrupted modified organs? Did he order you to make those evil combat drugs? Did he let you adjust the excitatory organs in the warriors' nerve centers? He did acquiesce to all of this, but you were still the one who made them. Your role as the instigator can never be washed away! No one ordered you to do this. It all came from your self-righteous ideas. You think you are approaching perfection? Bullshit! The things you made are simply vulnerable! Are the Noise Marines powerful? If they were powerful, how could they have been beaten to a pulp in the Battle of Terra? What if you use those combat drugs? You didn't win a single battle you should have lost, and in the end, you were beaten into stray dogs by Abaddon! Even in the realm of Chaos, the Third Legion is now the weakest and most despised group of people. All of this is thanks to you, Fabius. You are never associated with perfection. Failure is your true friend. In ten thousand years, have you ever accomplished anything?"

Soshian spread his hands, looked at Fabius, whose face was already a little flushed, and sneered:

"No, you run around, still accomplishing nothing. You work so hard to steal, learn, and risk your life in exchange for materials and technology, as well as countless experiments, without any successful products to show for it. You cloned Horus, but Abaddon split him with one sword. You stole the blood of Sanguinius from Baal, but only created a pile of worthless beasts. So what exactly are you busy with? Have you ever seen an Ork with a Mad Dok? The one wearing a ridiculous white bib, waving a big chainsaw and pliers. Why don't you go and learn from them? At least they can transform an Ork boss into a four- or five-meter-tall Warboss. That thing is quite powerful. A Noise Marine might not be able to beat it. Isn't it much stronger than the bullshit New Humans you've been tinkering with?"

Fabius took a heavy breath, then hissed:

"If you're just here to insult me, I don't think you need to waste your time, because I've encountered all kinds of humiliation, and it can't shake my will."

"Of course, I'm not so free that I came here specifically to scold you, but what you said really made me unbearable, so back to the point, who are you serving now?"

"I serve an ideal."

"Ideal?"

"This ideal is very simple. Humans should not be restricted by those illusion-like fragments of will. I believe that humans will eventually stand up and regain the galaxy. The only question is to have the right tools and launch an attack at the right time... A real crusade, sweeping away some blind believers and non-human things."

"You want to launch a new Great Crusade? Defeat the gods?"

Soshian could hardly believe his ears.

Mad, too mad!

"Fabius, you are too arrogant. What do you think you are? Maybe you are just a puppet in the hands of Slaanesh from beginning to end. None of your actions and words have ever been truly decided by 'yourself'. Being unaffected and controlled is just what you think. Like an ant on the ground, if I pick it up and put it in a box, it will also think that it has independent will and is crawling according to its own ideas, even though it will never be able to crawl out of that box, but it will never realize that it is actually in a box."

"Maybe, but this is my ideal, this is the truth I strive for. It was not born from gods, demons, or other things in the minds of fools, but from a brain that has not been contaminated by superstition, a true, human brain."

"I can hear that you are very proud. You consider yourself a human supremacist, you consider yourself to represent human ideals and wisdom. Fabius, you despise the gods, and even think they are just fantasies, while you are immersed in the aloofness of being the only one who is pure in a world of turbidity. No, I don't think this is something to be proud of."

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