Hyperion, but in Warhammer 40K

At this time, the pharmacist of the Extreme Warriors also came over. They were very angry last time, so this time they asked the pharmacist of the parent group to supervise in person.

"No, they're awake."

At this moment, the new recruits who had completed the gene seed implantation also opened their eyes, but to their surprise, their eyes quickly switched between clear stupidity and madness.

Then...

"Excuse me, are you Fulgrim?"

"!"

"?"

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Chapter 62: Fenris (Part ).

Watching the new recruits whose eyes kept swinging from clear stupidity to complete madness, and then from complete madness to clear stupidity.

And that sentence...

Are you Fulgrim?

The entire hall fell into silence. What the hell, did those people give him the genes of the Emperor's Son?

At this time, a group of people looked at the pharmacist, and the pharmacist shook his head.

"I am absolutely certain that..."

But this time, before the pharmacist could finish his words, he heard...

"The Word Bearers, traitors!!!"

"Lorgar has betrayed us, and Calth needs support!!!"

"Guilliman..."

At this moment, the entire hall suddenly became chaotic because the other recruits also woke up.

Gene seeds are mixed with many memories, so to prevent loss of control, the new recruits are usually immobilized after the transplant is completed. Now, seeing the situation, why is the reaction so intense? But soon, these chaotic words converged into one.

The eyes of almost all the recruits were filled with clear stupidity and extreme madness, swinging wildly, and finally converging into one sentence.

"Excuse me, are you Fulgrim?"

"..."

The pharmacist of the Ultramarines family, who was watching all this in amazement, and the chapter leader who was replenishing the troops, both thought of a terrible possibility.

"Quickly inform the Chapter Master that there is a problem with this batch of gene-seed. It is likely a bigger problem than the Word Bearers. Bring these recruits to the Temple of the Gene-Father."

They had all heard of this situation, that was the curse from the Blood Angels. But the biggest difference from the Blood Angels' curse was that their Gene Father was still alive, unlike the Blood Angels who were left with only a bowl of meat sauce.

So I went to see the Gene Father first. This pharmacist had served in the Deathwatch. It just so happened that one of my teammates was a Holy Blood, and it was at that time that I learned about their other curse, the Black Rage.

The Blood Angels couldn't handle it, but it wasn't so bad for the Ultramarines. After all, their Gene Father was still alive, just trapped in a stasis field.

So the people of Macragge were a little surprised to see the school's outstanding graduates being tied up and pushed into the most famous tourist attraction in the entire star field, with their mouths gagged.

Meanwhile, Calgar, who was discussing matters with Chris, the Senior Inquisitor, was surprised to hear hurried footsteps outside the house. Then, a sudden stop occurred as a Smurf rushed in.

"Something's happened to the Chapter Master. The recruits have woken up. They're shouting things like Fulgrim, Calth needs support, the Word Bearers have betrayed us, and they're going to tell the Gene-Father that this is a trap."

"?"

Hearing this, Calgar was stunned for a moment, then recalled the previous news. Because several sub-groups had suffered heavy losses, their own gene-seed reserves were also in trouble. So they had called in a batch, but it was not enough.

Then there happened to be a Mechanicus tax ship blown in by the Warp storm, and inside it seemed to be a large number of more than a hundred very pure Ultramarines gene-seed.

Then they just took it and used it. As for the political wrangling, it was not a big problem for him. In addition, with the administrative efficiency of the empire, who knows when they will react.

But... wasn't this all ten thousand years ago? Those seeds...

"So these seeds all come from the ancient elders, the elders who fought in the Battle of Calth ten thousand years ago?"

At this time, Calgar finally stood up and said a little in disbelief.

"Yes, it was ten thousand years ago, and those memories are extremely clear. Not just ten thousand years ago, but also about the father of genes..."

"That's impossible. The gene-seeds of those who returned alive were recorded. Who can recover the gene-seeds of those who stayed behind to hold back the fallen Primarch?!"

Hearing this, Calgar was a little surprised. They had a complete heritage. The gene seeds of those veterans from thousands of years ago must have been passed down. For example, the Second Captain Sicarius, who gave him such a headache, had his gene seeds passed down from a very ancient warrior.

It's impossible for a sub-group to take out so many gene seeds, and it's also impossible for a sub-group to pay this stuff as a seed tax. This is too abstract...

"Ten thousand years ago..."

After hearing this, Chris was also stunned for a moment. Then he thought of the same thing as Calgar. Where did such a strange thing come from?

These seeds are naturally to be transplanted to new recruits first and paid as seed tax. How could this be so bizarre... Wait, so bizarre!!!

Chris froze at the thought. He'd actually encountered one. The reason his perspective had been so profound was the reason he'd come to Macragge, a fact he still couldn't comprehend. What could anyone have thought of, someone so idle as to write the Emperor's Words into the core of a Necron Overlord?

What do you think of the Emperor's Words? Toilet paper? Ten thousand years ago...

Well, it seems, indeed, it might be toilet paper. At that time, the Imperial Truth was popular in the Empire, and the so-called Emperor's Words seemed to be toilet paper.

That's probably why the oil man wrote so casually in it. Ten thousand years ago, the oil man who could name the twenty-two Primarchs. This kind of existence could have truly experienced that entire ancient era, and he might even have the ability to directly create gene seeds.

And it's so abstract...

"Where is the Pioneer Star Regiment?"

"Tilias, I will send someone there according to the star map."

Hearing this, Calgar took a deep breath. As someone skilled in politics and the titular supreme leader of the 500 Worlds, he already had a plan in mind; he had to make a statement. If this was true, then it was likely a chapter of their Ultramarines elders.

They were most likely the elders who had stayed behind to rescue the Gene-Father who had been killed by a single blow, and who felt they had brought shame upon the Chapter and were unworthy of returning. After all, the Warp often caused one to become lost, and it was unknown when they would emerge.

So at this time, Calgar decisively chose to take remedial measures, and then ordered to the side: "Immediately tell Terra to register the Pioneer Star under the name of the Ultramarines and record the lost sub-regiment."

"Well, what are you doing?"

After he finished explaining, Calgar realized that the Smurf who had come to inform him hadn't left yet. Instead, he seemed to be hesitant to speak, which made Calgar a little confused.

"Captain, why don't you go over and take a look? It's quite lively there now."

"what?"

Hearing this, Calgar and Chris, who was excited about finding Tilias's location, noticed that the Extreme Warrior in front of them was still there and what was his expression.

"Captain, would you like to go and see the scene..."

"what?"

Hearing this, Calgar was a bit confused but still walked out. As for Chris, he naturally followed. He could confirm one thing: the mysterious 010 Omega Priest was definitely inextricably linked to that chapter. Tilias and Estia were not far apart.

It was only a small sector away, and it was very likely that this priest was the Grand Sage stationed in that chapter. It was even possible that he was the actual controller of the chapter. A sage so ancient and powerful was qualified to command an Astartes chapter.

After all, the White Scars he brought back were already overjoyed. They were now racing against the Custodians on Terra, making the Custodians eat up the exhaust fumes and become furious.

You have to remember that this was the equipment of the Custodians, practically the best in the entire human empire. Furthermore, it was extremely expensive, and ordinary Astartes simply didn't have the qualifications or the financial resources to equip themselves with it. Yet, the priest simply sold it at a low price, which showed that he undoubtedly possessed extremely ancient and mysterious knowledge.

Fortunately, I didn’t go to Mars to ask, otherwise those oil guys would go crazy.

In this way, the two people quickly arrived at their destination, but had not yet entered the temple.

A round of powerful music sounded...

Then Calgar looked at the group of new recruits who had just been implanted with gene seeds with a dark face, playing the saxophone there.

Looking at the most outstanding graduates from the Ograma 500 world in such abstraction, Calgar always felt like something was broken.

After a flurry of activity, the Ultramarines simply boarded Chris's black ship. They left Macragge and entered the Warp, quickly heading towards Tiliath. According to the oil man, they were probably planning to recruit soldiers there.

They hoped the veterans would return, while Chris wanted to find the Oil Man and invite him back to Terra. If something happened to such a being running around outside, it would be a loss for the entire human empire. Even as an Oil Man who may have worked with the Emperor, he was more than qualified to suppress the Mechanicus on Mars.

……

On the other side, in Fenris, shrouded in ice and snow, almost all the Space Wolves still there had gathered at this time. Even almost all the Dreadnoughts were called up, and at the front was a cast iron Dreadnought that was rubbing against the rocks beside it a little nervously.

"Raymont Bingya, he's still alive."

Bjorn rubbed his paws nervously. This was his brother, a Valajir. But shortly before the Heresy, he had been sent to the Vengeful Spirit by Leman Russ. After all, the Space Wolves had another mission, and he was to fulfill that duty.

But who could have imagined that a great rebellion would come? As for the fate of this brother, all of their Valajir Wolf Guards and Russ had already acquiesced. Who knew that the other party was not dead, and was lucky enough to live until now.

It’s just that due to the limitations of Star Language, I only received this message.

You have to know that this is the oldest Wolf Guard of their Space Wolves. Even Bjorn is just a child in front of him.

Naturally, the entire Space Wolves were in an uproar with this news. Even Logan, the Alpha Wolf, immediately woke up almost all of the Dreadnoughts, including their legend, Bjorn.

Now the old man is like an excited child, waiting for the return of his brother.

At the same time, on the barge in space.

A group of wolf cubs also carefully packed up the fruits, intending to take them out and eat them slowly.

The fruit Zhou Ye sent originally amounted to over a hundred tons, half of which was divided between the two Star Legions, Krieg and Estia. The Space Wolves were absolutely generous, and as for the big guys, they ate with tears in their eyes, knowing that dozens of tons was not a small amount.

Even after being distributed among the forty thousand or so people, the quantity wasn't huge. Yet, the rich ate it with such abandon that tears welled up in their eyes. This wasn't just because it was a reward from a son of God. In this world, fruit was the ultimate luxury.

They have never eaten it in their entire lives, and even if someone with a weak will eats it, they may become corrupted and degenerate.

But to say that this group of veterans who had just fought an apocalyptic battle would fall into depravity is a true joke. At this moment, even the Kriegs were praising the greatness of the God-Emperor and the Primarch while eating with tears in their eyes.

The remaining Krieg people in this group have changed their previous stereotypes about Krieg and have become much more cheerful.

Of course, the Dreadnoughts didn't care what mortals ate. But they were miserable, not daring to eat a single bite. Their share of food was completely trapped in a stasis field. The thought of facing a large group of battle-brothers upon his return made Volvo's heart bleed.

"When you get down there, keep your mouths shut and don't say a word about this."

Looking at the group of wolf cubs under his command, Volvo immediately reminded them.

"Yes!!!"

"Very well, elder, we need to carry you down first."

"Okay, I'm finally back..."

Looking at the battered and tattered Dreadnought before him, Volvo had to say this. It was already in such a state of disrepair, it was impossible to repair it. But the Space Wolves would repair it at all costs, but the end result would most likely mean the Dreadnought could continue to operate, but it would be useless in combat.

In other words, just being able to move is enough.

Soon, above the frost of Fenris, the battleship's hatch slowly opened. A team of wolf cubs carried a Dreadnought with all four limbs broken and even the remaining body covered in erosion and cracks. The wolf cubs behind them held the trophies Zhou Ye had given them.

Son of Mortarion, this represents absolute glory.

But as they walked out and looked at the broken Fearless, all the wolf cubs were stunned.

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Chapter 63 The original body is called: That Lord.

Above Fenris.

"You mean Raymond is still alive? He actually escaped from that damned traitor."

After hearing the news, Bjorn, who had just woken up and was about to beat up the wolf cubs, stopped what he was doing and said with a trembling voice.

As the only Valarjir left, he still had brothers. Upon hearing this, Bjorn immediately rushed out. It had been a rare moment in a thousand years for him to feel this sense of anticipation, and then...

……

"Long time no see, little Bjorn. I never thought that the little boy back then would become the oldest warrior now."

He looked at the Contemptor's Dreadnought, which was being carried by Volvo like a human stick, and the fresh scars on it that still exuded a hint of Nurgle's aura.

A strange red light flashed in Bjorn's electronic eyes. At this moment, he almost wanted to leave his body and fight each of these wolf cubs.

That's right, Bjorn is no longer a simple Holy Iron Dreadnought. (This is written by GW himself, Bjorn is in a very strange state now)

"Let's talk about it when we get back. We can't blame them."

At this moment Raymond immediately added, then...

"Ten Thousand Years of Fearlessness! This is Ten Thousand Years of Fearlessness. What are you doing? Why did you let it get damaged like this? This sacred object should be well preserved."

At this time, a group of red little iron men were swearing at the wolf cubs, and even spraying engine oil when they were excited.

It was rare for these geeks to criticize them like this, but the wolf cubs didn't say anything.