Man in Warhammer, starting Primarch.

Chapter 292:99, Horus's Dilemma

Horus drew all his attention back and guessed the man's identity.

That is the Father, the Lord of Mankind, the old god on the Golden Throne.

"Why, you all can't understand me?" Recalling the middle-aged man standing by the fire and what that man had said to him, Horus murmured to himself with an unconcealable sadness in his tone.

He is doing a great cause related to the survival of the universe, and for this he is willing to walk back to reality from the underworld, but his father does not accept him as his son, and his brother hates what he has done. This is the greatest tragedy in the galaxy.

The emperor's questioning in the illusion dealt a heavy blow to his heart.

The conversation just now was a bit disjointed. Horus carefully recalled every detail. Perhaps the scene just now concealed the Emperor's profound meaning, but he himself failed to comprehend it.

He sat alone in his room, lost in thought.

The recent war situation also made him a little upset.

After the Human Empire's army opened a front line inside the Eye of Terror, it launched an all-round siege against the Chaos forces.

This cannot be reversed even if the Necrons tie down part of the Empire's troops.

The power that humans have unleashed now has frightened all enemies in the galaxy. Under such circumstances, a group of fallen mechanical priests came to him.

Among them was Kalbor Hal, the founder of the Dark Mechanicus, whom the Inquisition had been searching for for thousands of years.

Hal was the culprit responsible for the division of Mars during the Great Rebellion.

For thousands of years, the Inquisition has been trying to find any trace of this traitor, but to no avail.

When Horus launched the Great Heresy, Hal was the Cast General of Mars at the time and the leader of the radical faction within the Mechanicus. Dissatisfied with the Empire's restrictions on the Mechanicus, he launched a war to betray the Empire.

Horus had promised Hal that if he succeeded, the restrictions on knowledge would be lifted, all Hal needed to do was open the vaults of Moravec and use those terrible forbidden technologies against the Imperial loyalists.

The famous battleship Abyss was also supervised by Hal himself.

No one could deny Hal's talent, but unfortunately he was on the wrong side. After Horus was defeated, the loyalists launched a crackdown on the rebels.

Hal was also forced to flee from Mars. Since then, his name has completely disappeared in the galaxy and no one knows his whereabouts anymore.

Over the years, Hal fled to the border of the empire and lived in hiding. In places where the light of the Star Torch was dim, he was still conducting research and exploring those forbidden areas.

For ten thousand years, Hal had not declared his allegiance to anyone, because he understood that the human empire, which seemed to be in danger, was not so easy to shake.

Even Abaddon, Hal did not think highly of him. No matter how many wars this demon commander launched, he could not truly destroy the empire.

Because as long as the Emperor's will remains, the Empire will not collapse, and Abaddon obviously does not have such ability.

But the return of Horus gave Hal hope again. With the help of the gods, this son of betrayal almost killed the Emperor.

If we just give him another chance, maybe the result will be different this time.

This was the conclusion Hal came to after careful calculation, so when Horus returned, he began to look for his traces in secret.

Hal is ready to use all his talents to become the final weight that crushes the human empire. He will help Horus build a powerful fleet and apply all his forbidden research to it. This invincible army will defeat the current Imperial War Marshal Dukel and kill the Emperor on the throne.

Then, on the ruins of the human empire, a new human kingdom was rebuilt.

A country where one can freely study all kinds of forbidden knowledge.

During the long years, Hal had made in-depth research into forbidden knowledge. He learned from some ancient ruins that the clown troupe of the Eldar was guarding a "black library".

It is said that the Black Library contains all the knowledge in the universe and even records about the future.

If he could find the Black Library and obtain the knowledge there, then the victory he expected would become a reality.

After continuous investigation, Hal has obtained the exact location of the Black Library. Not long ago, he captured a small team of Eldar and learned from their minds some important events that happened to the Eldar recently.

——The lives of the Eldar are controlled by the Warmaster of the Human Empire. For some unknown reason, the Laughing God Xilego is actively collecting the Crone Swords scattered across the galaxy.

The former shocked Hal because he knew what it meant, while the latter gave the cunning dark priest an opportunity.

The last Crone Sword is within the six veils of Slaanesh. In order to obtain it, the Harlequin Theatre Company and the Ark Eldar are actively looking for ways to do it. And when the action is taken, the Black Library's greatest guardian, the Laughing God Silogo, will also be involved.

This was a surprise attack deep into the Warp, and it would be difficult for the Eldar to accomplish this with their own strength, so Hal guessed that they would most likely seek help from the Empire's Warmaster.

After all, it shouldn't be difficult for the powerful Imperial Warmaster to snatch the goddess of life from Nurgle's kingdom and then steal a sword.

If the energy of the Eldar and humans is firmly drawn to the depths of the Warp.

Then the defense of the Black Library will fall into an unprecedented emptiness, and this is the opportunity that Hal has been waiting for.

Hal told Horus about this and made a careful plan.

Horus quickly approved of the plan.

The army Dukel possessed was simply too powerful. Even though the Necrons possessed technological creations that overwhelmed all other races, they still could not gain any advantage when confronting the Imperial army.

Even because the Necrons were not united internally, and many dynasty emperors and overlords had brain problems during their long sleep, this directly led to the situation where they were even suppressed by the human empire when they clashed with the imperial army.

Horus was originally full of expectations for the power of the Necrons, but what he did not expect was that in the face of the massive invasion of the Necrons, Dukel did not even show up, and only Guilliman and Jagatai Khan successfully stabilized the situation.

And it also dealt a heavy blow to the Necron army.

In this situation, Horus had to seek help from others.

If we can learn something from the Black Library and use the Dark Forge World to build a more powerful Chaos Engine, we may be able to use it to fight against Dukel's army.

Horus was sorting out recent events in the room.

Then he stood up and went to Fabius' laboratory.

There were numerous nutrient tanks placed in the makeshift laboratory, the number of which was incalculable. In these tanks, he cultivated the legion he was preparing for cloning the Protoss.

The growth of a cloned Primitive requires time and guidance.

In order to achieve his goal, all of these Primarchs were in their juvenile form after their memories were erased.

Even though the Primarchs' growth far surpassed that of mortals, they still had at least a few years to go before they could be truly utilized in war.

But what Horus lacks most now is time.

A few years may seem like a short time, but Horus felt that the days were long as he spent while being besieged by Dukor's army.

They were being chased by the imperial army, and even this laboratory was a makeshift site.

The Chaos warbands summoned by Horus and Fabius had suffered heavy losses recently. The two Primarchs, Sanguinius and Lion, led their legions to siege him, which made him miserable.

And this is only what's on the surface. In secret, there is also the Primarch of the Clone, Fulgrim, and the elusive Krax.

In this restless pursuit, even Luo Jia has been separated from him.

Lorca's departure attracted the Raven Lord Krax away, which may be the only thing Horus can be thankful for recently.

It seemed that all the Primarchs had not wasted their tens of thousands of years. Not to mention Dukel, even the power displayed by the Raven and the Lion was enough to make Horus tremble with fear and unable to sleep or eat.

Both of these Primarchs were elusive.

Even though Horus had obtained treasures that were unimaginable to others at the highest place where the eight directions met, he was still tortured greatly during this period.

Horus suffered continuous defeats, which resulted in the loss of not only his men, but also slaves and resources.

Due to the lack of slaves and resources, even building such a simple laboratory took a lot of Horus's time and effort.

Seeing his own humble team, Horus became more eager to obtain the knowledge in the Black Library.

Only by obtaining the knowledge there can he build a more powerful army and have the power to fight against the human empire.

He had had enough of the current situation where the Empire only needed to send a few Primarchs to catch up with him.

Horus's footsteps echoed in the simple laboratory corridor.

Fabius' laboratory is a place full of blood and miracles.

There are only a small number of slaves inside the laboratory, maintaining the operation of the nutrient tanks. These slaves are rushing back and forth in the corridor. In addition to the slaves, there are also traces of dark mechanical priests in the laboratory.

Those mechanical priests wearing black and red hoods are also good at transforming flesh and blood.

The laboratory was originally a cave. After they arrived, they expanded the interior and transformed it into a huge underground laboratory.

The bright red blood covered the entire floor and the smell of blood filled the entire laboratory.

Even if the air circulation system operates 24 hours a day, it cannot expel the strong smell of blood.

In order to speed up the cultivation of the clone army, Fabius adopted the blasphemous technology of artificial embryos.

The interior of the laboratory was filled with wriggling demonic flesh and blood. A large number of energy conduits and electric spark transmission networks connected these bloody artificial demon purple palaces.

From time to time, pieces of squirming flesh would be discharged from the mother's body and taken away by the modified human slaves.

These cyborgs are half-machine, half-flesh monstrosities, with thick cables connecting their brains to supply energy to their ugly bodies and maintain their activities.

The ancient rock walls have been drilled through to reveal densely packed energy pipelines to provide nutrients to the clones.

The light inside the laboratory is a little dim, which is the result of insufficient power supply to the lighting.

Horus walked past these monstrous creations of flesh and steel.

From the occasional opening of these monsters' eyes, he could see the eyeballs that looked almost dead.

There was no humanity in these eyes, instead there was darkness and tyranny.

Fabius only created the flesh and blood, but the soul in it was not given by him.

The souls of the clone army were not born naturally, but were found by Horus' four friends from a hidden place.

Horus originally did not agree with his friends interfering in his clone army, but the four of them proved with their actions that the clone soldiers would become more powerful after adding the souls they brought.

The clone soldiers had powers that even he admired: they were more cruel, more cunning, more able to endure pain, and more capable of life.

What Horus urgently needed now was powerful strength, so after a brief hesitation, he finally agreed to let his four friends participate.

Communication devices and recorders are installed in every corner of the laboratory, recording everything that happens here.

"Sir, several warband leaders are looking for you."

A transformed monster taller than Horus came in front of Horus.

Its back is covered in sharp scales and fin-like spines, and these growths are so sharp that they can even cut through metal.

Even their arms have the same scales and bone spurs. Once a battle breaks out, these big guys will definitely be the enemy's nightmare.

These are the works of Fabius, a biological genius who has collected the genes and flesh and blood of countless races over tens of thousands of years.

He selected the genes he liked and combined them into a whole new race.

These races look strange, but they all regard Fabius as their father. Under the influence of the ethnic consciousness of these strange races, the Warp entity belonging to Fabius Bile was born in the Warp.

Hearing the cyborg's words, Horus nodded.

He strode towards the other side of the laboratory.

The deeper one goes into the laboratory, the more blasphemous the scene becomes. There are countless human-shaped cocoons of flesh and blood hanging from the ceiling, and there seems to be something struggling inside.

Inside these cocoons of flesh and blood are captured imperial civilians, who serve as material for experiments.

All these materials were purchased from the Dark Eldar slave-hunting teams.

However, in recent times, the Dark Eldar's cities were destroyed by Dukel's army, and their slave ships in the material realm were also besieged by the Imperial Army.

Naturally, trade was forced to be interrupted, and it is hard to say whether there will still be a place for the Dark Eldar in the galaxy in the future.

The supply of experimental materials has been cut off, and now this last batch of experimental materials is almost one less. This will also delay the speed of the birth of the clone army.

Horus looked up and saw one of the bodies hanging in the air. His abdomen was hollowed out and something seemed to be wriggling inside.

A cyborg walked over and used his big hands to cut open the cocoon of flesh and blood, revealing the body of a human civilian with his abdomen cut open.

Groans were heard. These tortured people could not be allowed to die, especially nowadays when experimental materials were scarce.

If the galaxy ignited by war is a hell, then Fabius's laboratory is a hell within hell.

Death is the best outcome for these experimental materials and the greatest mercy to them.

But sadly, that kindness is far from them now.

(End of this chapter)