Warhammer: Start with a dog.

Chapter 427 The palms and backs of the hands are all flesh... but they are all iron (4-in-5 K)
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The flying fortress was now flying at a lukewarm speed towards the Sthenelus system where Medusa, the home planet of the Iron Hands Chapter or the former Tenth Legion, was located.

That is to say, under the instruction of some important figures, the powerful war miracle, the Hall of the Lakuan Clan, managed to fly itself out of the cruising feeling of a civilian tourist ship.

So two important figures, obviously, out of a weird ostrich mentality and the atmosphere between them was also beginning to become weird, first spent a lot of time dealing with those "captives" who were willing to lay down their weapons and follow Fulgrim in order to divert attention.

The meticulousness with which he dealt with these strange, unruly, or degenerate and mutated captives one by one even made the Iron Fathers secretly hold several more Si Ji high-speed meetings.

Finally, Malkan Ferros, the wisest and most knowledgeable of human nature among them, concluded from the sensor records at the door of Fulgrim's cell that their father had not yet figured out how to deal with the most important prisoner, so he wanted to deal with the troubles he caused first.

This greatly increased the percentage of Iron Fathers and Iron Captains who wanted to sneakily kill the prisoner who had troubled their father and should have died long ago.

Of course, given that the mobile fortress they are on now is well aware of the movements of the residents inside, and is likely to report to the fortress's real owner, they will remain on hold for the time being.

But the Iron Hands were not so polite to their other captives - it was hard to say how much of this was due to the fact that the Sages of Ferrus Manus always spent a lot of time observing the fallen Phoenix descendants.

+The ancient spirit in my relic body burned so badly at the sight of those lowly Emperor's children that it nearly melted the main relays in my arm. +
+Mine too. The ancient spirits of our ancestors cannot be appeased, and they are ready to stir. +
+Electronic silicon ghosts have never been so active, and I even doubt that the density of ghosts in the Shadow Land is any higher. +
+But at least the cyber-ghosts here aren't so protective that they can destroy items or destroy a clan warrior's mind. +
+But those blasphemous traitors and mutants' minds are not within our protection, right? +
+Sure. Bro.+
+I thought you would argue for the genetic father and ask me to put them all under the barrier. Is this the emotion called jealousy? Maybe I should turn on all the emotion suppression modules recently. +
+My emotional module is well controlled, thank you, brother. This is not jealousy, this is a silent resistance to the unfair treatment of my father. +
+Your speaking skills are getting better and better, brother. +
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"So, you don't plan to kill me anymore, right?"

Fulgrim - Ferrus Manus discussed this for a long time with his close friend from another parallel world, Chemos, and decided to use this name to call the young cloned phoenix.

Fulgrim was a little too intimate for either of the spirits here at the moment, and the clones were probably too inappropriate in tone, Fulgrim. Just right.

As he stepped into the room, or cell, the two of them heard Kronfulgrim say this to them.

They have found some of Fabius's diaries. Although incomplete, they can roughly connect the birth of this cloned Primarch, so he is really a gift that even Fabius finds unexpected.

The silver-haired young clone looked a little sad now.
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I must say I didn't expect that the first sentence at the beginning of our meeting would be like this. Do you have any opinion on the reply? Garuda asked his companion quietly.
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What can I say about that? Isn't it your choice?
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...I beg you to be reasonable, my friend, this is my primary responsibility, I know it.
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I am very reasonable, and he is indeed your responsibility, Mr. Chuchu. If there is any responsibility on my part, it is that I hesitated because of your dissuasion, because...
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Because you saw those 'descendants' in this universe following him, that's right.
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...The ghost of Chemos! I was sure I saw the faces of several familiar Phoenix Guard members who I thought had been slaughtered by those hateful xenos. Although they were unrecognizable, I didn't expect to see them again -
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So your thoughts at that moment are actually somewhat similar to my weak judgment.
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Mr. Chuchu, you know, I'm beginning to understand why someone would want to shut you up by decapitating you, even though I know you mean no harm, but you also understand that I mean no harm.
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Thank you for your tolerance, old friend. (At the same time, Garuda began to carefully encrypt this conversation so that any of his curious and courageous descendants could not read this record) But do not mention this matter to anyone other than you and me. Not even as a joke.
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Of course I know. Every time I get to this point, I really miss the days I spent on the Ironblood. I can't believe what would have happened if I hadn't fallen out of the webway there - haven't we contacted our furry brothers and that one yet?
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The uneven space-time distortion waves in the universe caused by the Big Rift have not completely dissipated. Our time point is indeed close, but I can't take the risk of "sending too many contact messages to people who haven't happened and arrived yet."
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That's true, I understand. (Sigh) But, it's really easy there, you don't have to think too much, because things will steadily develop in the direction you want, instead of testing your tenacity, determination to suffer, perseverance to suffer, and your ability to withstand pressure again and again. As Ramizane said, the spirit of enduring suffering is commendable, but suffering is suffering.
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…I can only say, my friend, it’s a good thing we were ejected together. Otherwise…
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It's time for you to take care of your daring offspring. Medusa's vagina is like a time bomb.
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I know. But there are too many things to do. The planets in the Medusa defense circle sent out distress signals representing various alien attacks... We still have to return to Medusa to meet with Cardan Stunus... How to make a smooth transition... How to avoid a backlash or attack from the Myriad Gods during the transition... And now we have a lot of big and small troubles on our hands. If we don't sort out and appease my descendants before returning, and convince them to accept this group of people and stand up for us at the next Medusa Iron Council...
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You might as well just declare that this is your own body, that you have been resurrected from the dead, that you have obtained a sublimated body, and become the Resurrected Manus, and then forcefully seize back the power that is yours.
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I might have done so in the past, after all, that was a time when I wandered from clan to clan and defeated the strongest among them. (Garuda seemed to smile) But I can't do this. Their pursuit of mechanical replacement of flesh and blood has reached a very dangerous point. Although Malkan and Kadan have realized this, the influence of ten thousand years and so many veterans who have stayed behind are not so easy to reverse. My descendants have gone through several dangerous divisions... a large part of which was caused by my death. It is my responsibility to reunite them, my friend.
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(Sigh) That, all of it, is not your fault.
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I know.
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So whether or not you choose to take revenge on the young... Fulgrim in front of us is mainly up to you.
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You're not going to participate?
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I don't intend to get too involved in this kind of judgment of the past. Gorgon. It's hard for a person to really look at or evaluate himself fairly, especially since I am so different from him and his subsequent life trajectory. But I will help you keep an eye on him, if there is anything wrong...
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Thank you. ...old friend.

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"If you don't plan to kill me." Just as the Fearless Phoenix and Garuda Iron Hand were exchanging countless opinions in their thought circuits, the cloned Phoenix stood up and walked over.

As he walked across the small room, the natural "radiance" that seemed to surround him made the whole room seem brighter.

It was as if they had arrived on a more advanced and orderly ship. Just being in such an environment gave the young Phoenicians a vague nourishment in their mysterious powers.

The Fearless Phoenix took in the details of the cell with Ferrus' silver eyes.

Although there was nothing here except a huge iron block fixed to the floor as a bed and the pillows and quilts brought by the Fearless Phoenix, there were subtle signs of research on many seams and shallow dents from knocking in some places. It was obvious that Clone Fulgrim had studied this place to the best of his ability.

"But you're not going to let me go, are you?"

Ferrus remained silent, but Fulgrim Ishtar could no longer bear it.

He sent an urging stream of data toward the Garuda, which shifted its feet uneasily, like a real golden eagle or some such bird.

"Is this your bird? It's so beautiful...it's perfect and so are you."

This word made the back of the silver giant's neck almost explode like a living person. His silver eyes retracted their gaze and stared at him sternly, attracted by the words of the person in front of him.

"What did you say?"

"I said you are beautiful." There was only pure joy in the lavender eyes that were being stared at, with a hint of sadness - as long as he thought that the sadness came from the fact that he kept calling Fabius Bile "teacher", the Fearless Phoenix felt that it was too easy for that hateful traitor to die this time.

"You are like a work of nature. What I mean is, although you and him are man-made, you seem to be born naturally. It's so beautiful. You don't need... repair." "Repair?" The Fearless Phoenix blinked, and Garuda stared at the young man thoughtfully.

"I don't know if you can understand... but you should understand me, Ferrus. Brother, can I call you brother?"

"Oh, not without my approval," Fulgrim Ishtar replied grimly with Ferrus' metallic voice.

"Now, continue your topic and let me hear your understanding of yourself and what you have experienced, and then I will decide whether you live or die or whether my opinion of you will be updated."

The Clone Primarch blinked in hurt, stepped back slightly, but finally nodded and continued his narration - it was obvious that his educator this time was the type of controller who liked to teach children to be very obedient and well-behaved.

"I think... I was born to fix things. It may be an instinct. My purpose, the purpose of our creation is to make everything better. I want to fix everything, from a small machine to a star and the universe. I want to fix everyone, my descendants, the Empire, humanity, the galaxy. We have failed... we have failed."

He frowned, but then relaxed, "But it's okay, failure, yes, I can fix it. I think I can fix anything I want, and I think I should go find my brothers, wherever they are, I want them to heal, and then together we will fix the galaxy and get everything back on track."

The young Phoenix's lavender eyes began to grow distant and dreamy, his expression becoming hesitant, his fists clenched, and the pungent smell of the Primarch's blood filled the cell.

"But there is one thing I am not sure of. I am not sure I can fix it." He walked slowly towards the silver figure of Ferrus Manus, the tenth Primarch, father of the Iron Hands, brother of the Phoenicians, or, at least, a shell of him.

"Only this... I don't know if I can repair the... relationship between you and us. Ferrus, I'm sorry. I didn't know. I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I didn't try to be strong." His voice was so soft, so gentle, as if Ferrus Manus, who was made entirely of metal in front of him, was a water mirror phantom that would shatter with the slightest touch.

The voice of Clone Fulgrim sounded so young and so sad.

Like a shadow of Fulgrim as he had been when they had first met beneath the mountains of Terra ten thousand years ago, a thin shadow weighed down by the sins of his original self.

Innocent and childish, a young shadow who does not yet understand the true meaning of malice and betrayal in the world, he does have a fresh soul, but this soul is so, so fragile, like a fluttering butterfly wing, which may die and shatter at any time in the dark storm.

At this moment, Fulgrim Ishtar suddenly had an idea.

——This Fulgrim is indeed just a child. A piece of beautifully printed white paper, every stroke is a record of the predecessors, and he has not yet put a stroke on it with his own handwriting.

He only "remembered" everything that happened to his original body, and used the common sense judgment that a child had pre-given to judge right and wrong, but he could not truly understand the meaning, and therefore could not truly learn the lesson - and the so-called education that Fabius had given him before was also full of chaos - unless -

The current of thought from the Golden Garuda rushed through his sophisticated thought circuits at high speed, and he knew that Ferrus Manus also understood this.

OK. All right.

He could help him pass on messages sometimes, but he was not Garuda Ferrus's housekeeper! And obviously, their fathers had different visions when they created the Primarch, so he should not easily interfere in this matter.

So Mr. Ferrus Manus had to deal with the issues of his offspring and how to deal with his offspring, whether he was now a mechanical bird or not.

The people of Medusa have their own tribal culture, ancient heritage and warrior pride. They are not truly the Phoenix descendants of Fulgrim Ishtar, and certainly do not need a Chemos Phoenix to intervene in how Iron Ten educates his children.

No matter how close the relationship is, if the other person does not ask and simply feels that they have the right to interfere in other people's internal affairs, they will only make the situation worse and expose their own shortcomings.

It seems that the next development of this matter will depend on what Ferrus Manus decides.

After all, the situation on both sides combined has obviously begun to head towards the most troublesome development in family life.

The palms and backs of your hands are made of flesh... iron, right? Mr. Iron Hands?

(End of this chapter)