"My lord."

"A fleet just appeared in the Mandeville Point area."

"It's [Emperor Fantasy]."

When Horus led all the elite forces around him and followed Abaddon's guidance as quickly as possible to the entrance of the underground kingdom that had swallowed up his blood relatives, he received another news, one from

News from his most trusted heir, Sejanus, who stayed on board the Vengeful Spirit:

The Lord of Mankind, the Emperor, his genetic father, has arrived.

At this moment, nothing could make the Shepherd God more sad than this news.

The Emperor was about to arrive in person, but at this moment, he let Morgan, the blood relative entrusted to him by the Emperor himself, disappear.

His father entrusted him to Horus, a blood relative he had not yet met. This was the most deep-rooted trust and dependence between father and son, and it was the thing that Horus was most proud of.

If the Wolf Shepherd's incompetence turned his father's expectations into disappointment, then it would be impossible for him to forgive himself.

For a moment, in Horus's rapidly beating heart, he couldn't tell whether he was more concerned about the safety of his heirs and blood relatives, or whether he was more worried about betraying the Emperor's trust.

But he didn't have time to think about this.

When the huge fleet headed by the emperor's flagship was approaching this nameless world little by little, in the deepest underground passage, countless chaotic but maintaining a certain rhythm of footsteps were heard, just like a downpour of rain.

It was like hitting a snow-white silver plate, making a shocking thunderous sound.

Horus brought everything he could muster in the shortest time: all the Gastalin Terminators, and an army of Luna Wolves that could level a world. He followed the route given by Abaddon, and did not hesitate for a moment.

Stop and run wildly in this tunnel that is a bit too long.

Almost in the blink of an eye, the Wolf Shepherd had rushed to the end of the tunnel, and the Primarch of the Luna Wolf stepped into the spectacular underground hall. He and each of his

The followers raised their heads involuntarily, subconsciously admiring everything in this crazy kingdom.

But Horus soon came to his senses completely, and his king-like gaze soon brought his mind back to calmness: When the Wolf Shepherd God looked around him again, he only felt a sense of selflessness.

The uneasiness deep inside.

He did not move forward recklessly, but used a gesture to order the team behind him to prepare for battle, and then connected the communication channel with Abaddon again.

Amidst the rough voices of his trusted heirs, the focused Wolf Shepherd led his team through the overly large auditorium steadily and quickly: and the towering podium, and the podium

The bloody stains underneath made Horus frown deeply.

Fortunately, the next moment, he saw his heirs and his blood relatives, standing at the end of his field of vision, safe and sound.

It wasn't until this moment, when he was sure that all the familiar faces were still there, that the Wolf Shepherd breathed a heavy sigh of relief.

He smiled: it was a genuine, relieved smile.

In the short life of Horus, perhaps even the Wolf Shepherd himself did not realize that he had shown this smile too many times, this kind of smile that was under the expectations of others and his own high standards.

An overwhelmed smile.

The Lord of the Shadow Moon Wolf cheered up. He walked forward and subconsciously let his eyes wander on each of the heirs. He soon discovered that some figures he was familiar with had disappeared.

Looking at the blood stains on his son's body, the Wolf Shepherd God felt a hint of gloom in his heart.

But even so, he still stepped forward with a smile and gave the first hug and the most caring greetings to his blood relative: Morgan.

"You did scare me, Morgan, what happened?"

The gentle words of the Wolf God lingered in everyone's ears, making Abaddon and others who had survived the disaster show the most relieved expressions, but the question that followed Horus made the Luna Wolves

His face became solemn again.

The majestic Primarch looked at his descendants. He did not continue to ask questions immediately, but hugged his descendants one after another and looked at the few remaining gene seeds in the pharmacist's arms.

, lowered his head and mourned sincerely.

Only the luckiest gene seeds were preserved: those Luna Wolves who did not survive until Morgan arrived could only be abandoned in the squirming flesh.

But no one would mention this: when Horus's inquiry sounded for the second time after his concern, the Wolf God was still greeted by unimaginable silence.

He frowned, then gently waved his hand, signaling the heir behind him to retreat to a certain distance, and then took a step forward, letting his confused eyes wander on his blood relatives and heirs.

"What on earth... happened?"

He asked softly, and then looked at his blood sisters.

"What happened in there, Morgan?"

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what happened?

Nothing.

But it is……

Our blood relative, your eleventh brother, has only driven his consciousness to a dead end through endless work and torture.

Then, he used his innate wisdom and cruelty to ravage this world that had never satisfied him: from his descendants, to every breathing life he saw... to him

Own.

No one knows more about what happened to the blond beast than the Spider Queen who swallowed part of Heydrich's soul, and what happened during the period that finally drove him crazy.

Morgan clearly saw what Heydrich had done: this blond beast used the convenience brought by the position of war commander to plunder countless worlds, and then brought with him the heirs he could barely accept, and fought with Ran Dan.

After making an unspoken deal, the Emperor left the realm of Man and plunged headlong into the darkest stars at the northernmost tip of the Milky Way.

The supplies he swept away, the troops he took away, and the most terrifying and crazy plans he hatched and pursued for personal gain, will bloom in the darkness that the empire cannot yet reach, and will bloom into a craze that is even more disgusting than the frenzy of the Ran Dan Empire.

With twisted flowers of blasphemy.

And those monsters, those monsters that exist in the wriggling wall of flesh, those monsters that are enough to pose a fatal threat to the Luna Wolf and even the Gastalin Terminator: they are just the most basic creations of this blond beast.

It is the most failed and harmless product that is simply ignored and not even bothered to further improve.

For him, this was just a long-lost practice, allowing him to find the feeling of conducting experiments on his home planet and once again collect experimental data: During the years of fighting for the Human Empire, under the Emperor's control,

With a rather obvious attitude, the blond beast once gave up on this blasphemous experiment on the genetic origin of living things, but now, he has picked it up again, regaining and advancing the progress of the year.

And it's a thousand miles a day.

Those monsters and the squirming cage are just the most harmless ones among his numerous and terrifying experimental plans. Compared to the ravines in his heart, they can even be called pure and innocent.

This creeping kingdom of flesh and blood is just his most elementary fantasy. It is the space battleship of his dream: a perfect fusion of metal and flesh, allowing them to jointly create a living void fortress that can continuously produce and evolve.

It is just the most rudimentary embodiment of an automated factory that recycles genetically modified warriors.

He has more ambitions, he has more arrogant plans, he has more firm beliefs and expectations, and he will bring back what he witnessed in the fragments of time, the biological fleet named [Tyranid Zerg]

, imitated, became the power of his great genetic father, and became the firm foundation of the eternal empire that only belongs to the Emperor.

The fusion of Astartes warriors and alien limbs eventually created the monsters Abaddon and the others encountered: it was just a random move on his part. These monsters that were doomed to fail had already been created the moment they were created.

They had been abandoned, and they walked aimlessly in the kingdom of flesh and blood until the Moon Wolves broke into it.

These abandoned monsters are without exception the descendants of Heydrich. They were cut and stitched in a conscious state, and they watched helplessly as the alien bodies were spliced ​​onto their bodies, making them the most powerful people ever.

Despised monsters: How long these miserable warriors can maintain their remaining sanity under such torture, and what kind of reactions and actions they can take have become the experimental data that Heydrich is most looking forward to: this is also

He worked hard to give them a reason to keep their senses.

He even had expectations: He expected that one of his heirs would be able to survive all this and preserve his own sanity until the near future, but what disappointed him was that no one could survive it.

After realizing what their genetic father had done, these warriors who had once been loyal to the blond beast, without exception, fell into absolute and rapid madness.

There is no doubt that this made Heydrich even more disappointed.

Morgan could even clearly feel the depth of disappointment in Heydrich's heart, and the only reason for his disappointment.

They are unqualified.

Almost all Astartes warriors are unqualified.

That's what the blond beast thought.

As an inheritor of the Emperor's talents in biology and many other subjects, as well as his own excellent perceptive abilities, Heydrich was able to easily find information about the Astartes warriors in his mind: including

Their origins, production methods, and even all research information.

He knew very well where the limits of the Astartes warriors were, and he knew very well what steps these genetically modified people could achieve.

Therefore, he has always held such extreme standards for his heirs and legions: occasionally, the Eleventh Legion was indeed able to meet the requirements of his genetic father, which in turn fueled Heydrich's views.

Those who cannot do it are those who fail: Since these genetically modified warriors who only exist for war cannot even fully mobilize the power in their own bodies, what is the difference between them and other consumables?

When the Lord of Steel, Perturabo, sighed and wondered from the bottom of his heart, why his descendants were not the best, at the other end of the galaxy, in the ruthless eyes of the blond beast Heydrich, most of his

The offspring are all unqualified waste, defective products that do not need to be cared about and cherished.

Therefore, he became more and more ruthless, and he was more and more eager for some new technologies to create truly qualified warriors.

Here, in this hall that finally drove him crazy, this concentration and persistence became the greatest motivation to support the Primarch.

Countless technologies that should not appear were unearthed from the biotechnology-rich brain of the blond beast. In this fortress that had been fused with flesh and blood, he listed the steps known as Primaris surgery. He found

Returning to the fact that the Emperor did not install certain steps and methods on the Astartes warriors out of human nature, he even deduced everything that the most arrogant Golden Warriors needed: but the high cost was enough to make the genetic origin
To be continued...