Warhammer: My buddy has too many secrets!

Chapter 156 Data Anomalies

The Noise Warriors and the Steel Hands clashed, the Iron Ten's troops charging with boundless hatred and fury at the Fallen Ones they had loathed for millennia. Meanwhile, the Fallen Primarch, Forgrim, reveled in the sword-to-sword dance with his clone brother.

The warships in the sky were also locked in combat with each other.

In this chaotic scene of rampant evil, few are able to maintain their rationality.

But clearly, the Third Legion's chief apothecary, Bayer, who had betrayed the cause in this world, was now hiding in a fortress, rationally observing the distant battle.

He cloned Feralus single-handedly, which was actually one of his specialties. After all, he gained experience from doing it many times, and each cloning was a valuable experiment.

Bayer recorded the data fluctuations before him. In fact, no matter which world he was in, Bayer was a very special person. The truth he believed in was the imperial truth that the emperor had promoted during the Great Expedition.

He believed that everything could be explained from a technological perspective, and that the gods in the subspace were nothing more than entities within an energy dimension.

As a result, he was one of the few members of the Sons of the Emperor's Legion who did not fall into the embrace of chaos. Even so, prolonged contact with the power of the warp caused him to lose almost all his hair, and his head was covered with various life-sustaining tubes, resulting in a dramatic change in his appearance.

Compared to the loyal Byr of the Reversed World, the power of Chaos still subtly eroded him, but he did not become weaker.

He was old, but did not appear overly tired. However, he may have developed some mental obsessions.

Even so, he was a pharmacist who had lived for ten thousand years, and he firmly believed that he could create something surpassing that pseudo-emperor A1L.

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His new creation was so different that he looked down on both the Empire and Chaos. He only obeyed orders because of the kindness of the Father of Genesis, and replicating the Primarch was obviously the best way to accelerate his project.

Bayer actually installed many small devices for detecting vital signs on the clone Ferrus, which was for the purpose of scientifically and rigorously collecting and recording data.

At this moment, looking at the various energy data transmitted back by those devices, for some reason, a sense of unease swept over the heart of the traitorous Bayer.

Initially, the clone's physiological characteristics and energy levels were merely average, as replicated by Bayer.

This means that he neither specialized in strength to approach the original immense power of the Iron Hand, nor strengthened his intellect to forge creative abilities.

Bayer swore that he was merely cloning in a perfunctory manner, and that his true intention was to get his Primarchs to Terra as soon as possible to take him into battle. At that time, he would have the opportunity to come into contact with the corpses of the Imperial Guard, thus accelerating his research.

But the current situation seems to have exceeded his expectations.

After his offspring appeared, the clone of Ferrus experienced an inexplicable surge in energy levels for some unknown reason.

Even though his own genetic father could still easily knock it away, from a purely data-driven perspective, this clone gave Bayer an increasingly unsettling feeling.

"There seems to be some kind of subspace connection between the Primarch and his offspring. Once their numbers converge, it may activate a kind of subspace power. This power is similar to the special force field among the Ork people, which can increase the various levels of the clones —"

"Could this be considered—a method of resurrection for the Primarch? No—a clone is still a clone, lacking some crucial essential material—no—what's with those warships with steel hands?!"

Bayer instantly looked up at the sky. At this moment, the warships of the Steel Hands completely ignored the various attacks from the rebel warships around them. They turned around, faced their planet directly, and swooped down without hesitation!

The 13 ships were like 13 sharp blades, plunging towards the ground.

At this moment, the duel between the clone Felus and Forgrim seemed to have reached its final stage. The clone was covered in wounds, with almost no unscathed flesh, but the serpent demon in front of him remained calm and composed.

However, in the sky, when those iron-armed warships crashed into the planet as if committing suicide, the snake demon's brows furrowed suddenly.

This sudden change is completely unlike Iron Hand's style.

Even setting aside the fact that their clones and originals are also on the ground, they were able to bring the fleet down.

It was an act of complete insanity.

Even if it carries extermination weapons, the warp energy on this planet is so concentrated that conventional extermination weapons would be difficult to use and would not be able to truly harm the Emperor's Son's fleet.

are you crazy?

The Iron Hands didn't look up; almost all of them had been deployed to the ground, leaving very few people on the warships in the sky.

Furthermore, the warp energy on this demon planet is now infinitely distorted, severely hindering their communications. As a result, the Iron Hands naturally have no way of knowing what is happening on the warship.

However, that's not important to them. For the Iron Hands, their current goal is to delay the snake demon in front of them as much as possible. Since their brothers on the warship have decided to turn the ship around and crash directly into the planet, they will choose to trust their brothers' judgment.

As they got closer, the snake demon finally sensed that something was wrong.

"No, they're forcibly overloading the warships' subspace engines! And what's strange is how they could do it so quickly?!"

"This is utterly insane! This planet is already within the embrace of warp space; what can they possibly achieve by stirring up a storm here?"

Laughter and mockery came from all directions, but the warship was falling so fast that its sturdy bow had already crashed heavily into the surface of the planet.

The sheer force of a heavy warship is enough to create massive dust storms with a single impact, not to mention that its steel hand seems to instantly activate the warship's internal space engines and all its destructive weapons.

He stared at the snake demon in the distance with the wrath of a Vajra. Although its body was covered in blood and flesh and was still burning with flames, its eyes, those eyes that shone through the shadow of blood, those eyes that seemed to spew endless rage, made Forgrim recall all that had happened in the past.

Moreover, he sensed a certain essence emanating from the person before him, an essence that seemed to be telling Fugrim something that both excited and terrified him.

"No—you're back! You're really back! My brother, you're really back!"

"Shut up, you disgusting snake demon! You are not worthy to be my brother! This is not the end. I swear I will find you again, and when I do, I will kill you with my own hands!"

Feralus Manus roared furiously, and at that moment the huge storm swallowed him up, his roar rolling in with the storm.

The roar of the Primarch could be clearly heard by all the warriors on the battlefield, and their fallen, decaying souls trembled! It was as if what appeared before them was not a clone but a raging volcano!

For some reason, Forgrim shuddered for a moment. Others couldn't feel it, but he could keenly sense a unique mist within the storm.

The moment the mist appeared in his eyes, for some reason, it felt like a terrifying blade hanging near his neck. The threat of death was almost overwhelming, making his previous playful smile disappear completely. He lowered his head, his snake tail taut, but he didn't know where the sense of danger came from!

"No, no—no!"

Forgrim looked at the offspring of the Iron Hand in horror. He was horrified to find traces of that mist around each of the Iron Hands, and a sense of unknown panic and urgency arose within him! But now there was no time for him to react!

A storm has already swept over them! A storm has disrupted everything at this moment, and their promise to reach Terra in 6 hours has long since become empty words!

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