Man in Warhammer, starting Primarch.

Chapter 227:34, The Lion and Alpharius

The Lion's words were not groundless speculation. The Alpha Legion has always been shrouded in mystery. To this day, no one knows whether they are still loyal.

They are still active in the galaxy. After the failure of Horus' betrayal ten thousand years ago, the Alpha Legion did not enter the Eye of Terror, but chose to continue wandering the galaxy.

The Imperial Inquisition once made their elimination a priority.

But every time the Inquisition announced that it had completely eliminated this traitorous legion, it would not take long for them to reappear on a world in the galaxy.

As a Primarch, Alpharius' appearance was too ordinary, and even his stature seemed out of place. Not only was he shorter than strong Primarchs like Vulkan and Dukel, he was even slightly thinner than Guilliman.

But Alpharius's wisdom is no less than that of his brother, and even more elusive.

The lion looked at the other person with cold eyes, trying to guess the other person's inner world from the other person's micro-expressions or body language, but the result was doomed to be futile.

No one can decipher Alpha's true purpose, as they are spies who are best at lurking and disguising themselves.

Leon waited for the other party's answer a little impatiently. During this period of silence, a dangerous look like a beast gradually emerged in the eyes of this Caliban lion.

Even though he was seriously injured, the proud lion still had enough confidence to kill his cunning brother in an instant.

Just when the lion was becoming more and more impatient.

Finally, Alpharius spoke.

"Leon, I would like to invite you to work with me. We must keep a close eye on Dukel and be vigilant to see if his crazy behavior will really bring about the ultimate destruction of the galaxy."

"I only trust Your Majesty, and Your Majesty trusts him." Leon gave his answer without hesitation.

"The Emperor once trusted Horus, but Horus failed him. In fact, you and I both know how pale and powerless the so-called trust is. Your Majesty will trust a warmaster at every important period of change, but every warmaster will make the same choice."

"Shut up!" Before Alpharius could finish his words, he was interrupted by the angry roar of the lion.

"This is not something you can discuss casually!" the lion warned him.

"It's a pity that after ten thousand years, you still haven't learned how to adapt." Alpharius showed a helpless expression, he spread his hands and continued,

"Forget it. Since your injury is not fatal, I should leave now. I have my own things to do. Meeting you is just a sideline."

Alpharius turned and prepared to leave.

"Brother, have you forgotten?" But at this moment, the lion's voice, suppressing his anger, sounded behind him.
"I haven't given you permission to leave yet!"

In this giant steel ship, a few green leaves fell for no reason, and the illusory forest of Caliban appeared in everyone's eyes. Alpharius's way was covered by mist.

Alpharius's way was blocked. If he insisted on moving forward, he would not only be unable to leave, but would be trapped in the fog of this vast forest.

"Alpharius, what are you going to do? Find Horus?" The lion's voice echoed in the mist.

"Are you going to join the Son of Betrayal? Or are you going to prove your loyalty by clearing this scourge for the Empire?"

The Primarch, trapped in the fog, looked around. He could sense that a powerful hunter was hiding in the forest, waiting for his chance.

If his answer was not satisfactory, the hunter would leap out and bite his throat.

But in such an extremely dangerous situation, a smile appeared on Alpharius' face that no one could understand.

The lion's extreme reaction just revealed the anxiety and fear deep in his heart.

With the cloned Primarchs he cultivated, Horus might one day really rebuild a huge legion, and this is exactly what the Lion King is worried about.

So the other party was forcing him to make a choice, hoping to use Alpha's power to eliminate rebellion for the empire.

Alpharius saw through the lion's heart in just a moment. He ignored the lion's pressure and slowly shook his head under the other's dangerous gaze.

"No, Leon, I won't choose either," he said frankly, "I will neither surrender nor take action. I will be equally wary of him, and I will not help either until Duker makes clear his intention to destroy me."

"But if one day, Dukel's destructive intentions are exposed, Horus may really become the trump card to save the universe."

Alpharius' tone was calm, he spoke his truest thoughts honestly. As for whether the lion believed it or not, that was the other party's problem.

Alphas act only to serve their own purposes.

If Dukel really wanted to destroy everything, Horus might be a force he could use.

The lion was silent, and the mist of the Caliban Forest rolled into complex and strange shapes, expressing the lion's complex inner world.

Alpharius waited patiently.

"He is not Horus." Finally, the lion's voice came again, "I don't even think that the man who betrayed the empire ten thousand years ago was Horus. He was just a puppet of the evil god, a cursed body. Alpharius - that man is destined to bring disaster. The stars will be ignited again, there is no doubt about that."

The lion was no longer angry, but showed his sincerity in being equal to him.

This was beyond Alpharius's expectations - it seemed that the lion had learned a lot in these ten thousand years.

But Alpharius was not moved by him. He shook his head slowly again.
"Right and wrong are just different perspectives, brother."

"If Horus can achieve my goal, then he can be anyone, and all sacrifices are allowed, as long as it can achieve greater value."

"There is no good outcome for associating with chaos, Alpharius!" The roar of a lion came from the fog.

"But I was born to live with chaos." After saying this, Alpharius stepped firmly into the fog in front of him.

The lion did not notice any unusual energy reaction in the Caliban Forest before the other party disappeared.

It was as if the other person suddenly merged with the entire forest.

The lion wasn't even sure if Alpharius had really left the forest.

Watching the other person disappear.

If it were ten thousand years ago, he would have taken action without hesitation, but now, he just wanted to persuade his brother to return to the right path.

Maybe he is really old.

"Why are you always so stubborn?" The lion gave a helpless smile.

"Because they are the Primarchs, your lord." An Angel of Pardon stood beside him and answered seriously.

Lion King: “.”

After hearing this, the lion immediately pulled himself out of his previous complicated emotions. He looked at the old-fashioned heir beside him.
"Are you saying that I will be as stubborn as those bastards?" he asked in a bad tone.

"You are always wise." The Angel of Pardon replied with an evasive look.

"Stop talking nonsense." Leon snorted coldly.

In the subspace, in a laboratory of the secret dark world.

Here Horus reunited with his ally Fabius. At this time, all the failed products with deformed mutations in the laboratory had been cleared out.

Only those perfect works were left. Although Horus's wounds had not yet healed, he still devoted all his attention to those biological cultivation equipment.

Seventeen biological tanks were placed in the middle of the room.

Seventeen different pairs of eyes were curiously looking at everything inside the laboratory.

"The bodies have been cultivated. Next we need to inject memories into them to accelerate their growth."

They are not truly finished products until memories are injected into them.

These children are ignorant and full of curiosity about the world.

But they are also intelligent, and their memories can be input using later equipment. Only slight changes to the details in their memories are needed, and they will follow Horus and unconditionally agree with his ideas.

Seeing this scene, Horus fell into deep thought.

He wondered whether when these Primarchs were created, they were also infused with a similar will by the Emperor.

But overall, this is a good thing, as the Primarchs have different personalities, and this is the only way to keep them loyal to themselves.

Horus was thankful that Fabius possessed such skill.

Just a slight change in the details in the memory is enough to determine many things while preserving the original body's wisdom and personality.

"I hope that this time, we can truly unite together." Horus stroked the biological tank in front of him, his feelings sincere.
"We have made too many regrets in the past. This time, I will work closely with you to create a great cause and not repeat the same mistakes."

Horus looked at the seventeen humming bio-tank pedestals with obvious anticipation in his eyes.

He had seen machines like this before.

In Erebus's vision.

The Emperor had stood before similar machines, creating him and his brothers in his sterile laboratories deep within the Himalayas.

But at the moment of birth, the dark power separated them from each other, and they missed the best opportunity to unite. They only reunited one after another until the beginning of the Great Crusade.

They missed each other's childhood and had different living environments and experiences. It was these experiences that shaped their very different personalities and thus gave rise to various conflicts.

The twenty brothers simply could not unite like a hemp rope, and there was jealousy and competition among them.

The purpose of doing all this is just to prove that he is better and get the recognition of the Eternal Emperor.

Horus was not sure whether their growth trajectory and the formation of estrangement between them was a conspiracy of dark beings or an intentional act of the Emperor.

But this time, he would never allow this to happen.

The eighteen brothers will unite together and become close to each other. They will work together to save the universe and create a supreme and great country from the ruins.

A country ruled and managed by him and his brothers.

Not even the powers of darkness could separate them.

Suddenly, Horus seemed to have discovered something.

"Can we clone Two and Eleven? And why does Omega look a little strange?"

He asked Fabius about his doubts.

In front of him, the jars marked with numbers two and eleven were empty.

Hearing this question, Fabius was silent for a moment, "I don't know how to face No. 11. That is a dream that is out of reach for all humans."

Fabius was afraid of Eleven's special ability.

He was afraid that he would completely fall under the other person's charm.

Horus recalled No. 11's past, then nodded, agreeing with his words.

"What about Primarch No. 2?" Horus frowned and asked, "I deny Dukel's will, but I cannot deny his talent. The lack of Primarch No. 2 will be our greatest loss."

He stared at Fabius, his eyes revealing wisdom.

As the Primarch, Horus also possesses extraordinary charisma. Under such gaze, no one has ever lied to him.

"Number Two is extremely uncontrollable. His birth will only ruin everything."

Fabius was silent for a moment before he spoke slowly.

He did not notice Horus's eyes at this moment, because his body and mind were completely immersed in the 'horrible' memories of the experiment on the second Primarch.

As an extreme bioengineer, he rarely uses the word "terrible" to describe something.

But Primarch No. 2 was too extreme.

Moreover, the original No. 2 he cloned had some kind of genetic defect that he could not understand. From the moment No. 2's body was cloned, it was gradually heading towards destruction and madness.

No matter how much knowledge he uses, he cannot stop the opponent. The clone of No. 2 will destroy everything around it until he completely destroys himself.

Fabius exhaled slowly, his back soaked with sweat as he shook off those horrible memories.

Those who have not experienced it personally will never be able to understand the horror of what he encountered.

"Let us begin, and input the memories of my brothers into their consciousness." Horus opened his arms, and at this moment he seemed to embrace the entire galaxy.

"After that, I will go and open that door again. That door that only the Emperor and I have opened since ancient times."

"I will take the wealth from there and make my brothers stand proud again."

"Everything will be as you wish." Fabius' voice echoed in the empty laboratory.

"We will start over, we will be close, we will save everyone, avoid the abyss of eternal destruction, and break free from the shackles that bind us."

Horus was very excited at this moment. His large movements caused the sword wound on his chest, causing him to feel severe pain, but he didn't care and was still shouting excitedly.

As Fabius fiddled with it, the thick steel pipes began to hum, and the children in the seventeen biological tanks were connected to the memory devices.

These memories were written entirely by Horus.

These memories will ensure the unity of these clones and prevent the tragedies of the past from happening again.

As the memory device was connected to energy, a dim light began to light up.

One indicator light after another lit up, and Horus watched the scene unfold with a smile, waiting patiently.

He strictly controlled his expression, making sure to leave the best first impression on these little guys.

(End of this chapter)