I am the magnetic field maniac

In the center of the Society, a large number of dark dungeons and vaulted flesh laboratories were crowded together.

Rows of alchemical vials were supported by webs of sinew, the containers above glowing translucently in the darkness or swaying as their contents shifted. Unholy devices looped on barbed chains, awaiting the awakening command from their creator.

At the edge of the Society is the gleaming Breeding Wall, where new generations of Dark Eldar are conceived and hatched within rows of amniotic fluid tubes.

This is the source of the huge population of the Dark Eldar. They are just like the Krieg of the Human Empire, but their technology is much more advanced. The genes of countless Dark Eldar are circulating rapidly on this breeding wall...

During the operation, it completed its formation and growth, which should have taken hundreds of years. Finally, as a complete dark elf, it was separated from the amniotic fluid and immediately thrown into the meat grinder of Comoros.

These Dark Eldar are the despised "Half-born" of Commorran society, but to the Haemonculi they are all the same.

These are the most depraved of all the fallen Eldar society, and see no one as a threat. The realms of humans, Necrons, Tau and Greenskins are seen by them as a huge banquet hall, exhibition hall and amusement park... No member of the Society has ever believed that the empire of an inferior race would be a threat.

Even when crude greenskins or fetid Space Marines broke through the Webway to attack Commorragh, the Haemonculi simply watched with interest and discussed the details of the creatures' anatomy.

But the funny thing is that the way the Haemonchi pursue flesh magic is in line with the Ark Eldar's "Tao" ideology...

The dark pursuits of the Haemonchi, who are obsessed with flesh magic, have freed them from the worry of having no time control, which is sometimes called discipline...

This allows the Society members to focus their erratic attention on a single subject.

And here, countless things from the underworld are gathered, and sculptures made of flesh and blood are everywhere...

The core of the underworld where those flesh-and-blood maggots whose eyes had been sealed and limbs had been taken away was surprisingly clean.

It was a blood-red operating room, engraved with strange runes that kept the temperature subtly regulated at all times...but most of the time, the heat was unbearable.

If the Ark Eldar were to come over, they would be able to see at first glance the meaning of the symbolism of these runes - the Forge of Vaal. These ugly Blood Orcs used the runes of Vaal, the former Eldar god of forging, to desecrate and create this unreal realm, using some psychic techniques to bypass Commorran laws.

This operating room was rarely used, after all, the Haemophilus despised the use of psychic energy. But once he entered, it was fully activated.

"Wonderful, it's really wonderful..."

"Look at the complex genetic information contained in this blood? Did he really come from an ape? It's incredible, I can't understand it..."

"Interesting, this gene doesn't match the gene map of any species in the galaxy...well, it doesn't match the genes of those Sloth worms either."

In the operating room of the Vaal Forge, a group of famous Haemophilus sat together, enthusiastically discussing the rare biological specimens in front of them...

And every Blood Orc here, without a doubt, is a monster that can scare the most ferocious nightmare into trembling at the knees if released.

Their complicated names cannot be counted in the history of tens of thousands of years...but there is no doubt that every old monster here is the leader of his own school.

Seeking the most perfect way to kill all living things in and around the physical universe...

The Nemesines, creators of the Engine of Pain and countless other tools of war

The cruel and greedy plundering collected all the biological maps in the galaxy and created new and different black cornucopias of hateful life every day.

The Master of Apotheosis embraces depravity and sin wholeheartedly, and recklessly applies biological genetic modification to his fellow man to continuously create new life forms and aspires to create a biological god.

There are many others. The Haemonchus lords gathered here are all masters of the most authoritative and ancient sects, even the one who taught Bayer the secrets of the Haemonchus...

The Thirteen Blood Scars Order, which allows him to transfer his soul to other flesh and blood to preserve his life even when he cannot cure his own blight, does not even deserve a leading research ranking here. They can only pick up their scraps and try them out after the masters have completed their research.

Of course, the atmosphere of seniority and academic cliques is hard to avoid even among the Blood Orcs.

But for these crazy people who are obsessed with studying flesh and blood magic...just because you are his teacher doesn't mean you can hinder his research.

Even though they gathered here to study, the Haemonchi lords still disliked each other...

They are equipped with all kinds of prosthetic limbs and torture tools, ready to give a big blow to the idiot who refutes them at any time!

But they never dared to take action.

The only reason why so many lords and masters gathered here to study instead of fighting directly was only one -

As the door deep in the operating room opened, all the quarrels calmed down, and the person who walked in here was greeted by all the Haemonculi with respect and fear.

The Grand Master is coming

35. Academic Exchanges with Haemonchi

Lacas was hunched over, and his movements were as slow as an octogenarian crawling slowly. Even his body seemed to be smaller than it was not long ago.

Compared to the Eldar, Lakas now looks more like an old human who is too weak due to the limit of cell division...

However, such a weak appearance could not conceal his status as a respected grandmaster among the Blood Orcs.

After all, every one of the Haemonchi leaders gathered here is a student of Lakas.

Those who can graduate from Lakas's team are all masters of flesh and blood magic and the best of the best. Those who fail to meet Lakas's GPA requirements...

Now they have already turned into those human-pig worms that wriggle and crawl in the laboratory, eternally enslaved in pain and sorrow.

If you fail an exam while studying in other places, the worst that can happen is that you will be expelled. But here, the consequence of failing an exam is a fate worse than death.

“I am glad to hear you talking about academics and research as I come here, not about the boring political struggles in Comoros.”

Lakas walked slowly to his seat, looked at the Blood Orcs lords who were so silent about him, and said slowly...

"In the long ages of the universe, what has survived are never those cunning politicians or brilliant conspiracies...

What can be passed down for countless years and still be remembered is always the spirit and thought of exploring the truth and the unknown...

Laymen are not qualified to govern professionals, and anyone who allows politics to take precedence over technology is simply incompetent.”

"Woo - I understand that you want to tangle with those Comoros juniors for more new crops to put into your flesh and blood plantation... but you will not be forgiven for bringing those boring politics into my place."

Lacas' words were so light and fluttery that they seemed to have no deterrent power at all. But as soon as he finished speaking, a Blood Orc lord at the bottom of the table came out trembling all over.

"Ah, Beartram, my good pupil."

Lakas looked at the Haemonchi Master in front of him and seemed quite happy... like an old man reminiscing about his past.

"I still remember the work you created when you were my apprentice. It was a foul-smelling toxin made from the ground flesh and pain of your four fellow disciples, mixed with their souls. It smelled really good. At that time, your exploratory soul was so shining."

"Master, I don't mean to disrespect you..."

Biltram, the master of the Black Blood Orcs, said tremblingly...If you only look at his appearance, it seems hard to imagine that he is a terrifying and willful monster.

Once, because a conspiracy messenger wrinkled his nose in his stinking poison nest, Beartram sucked him into the transformation gas, causing his eyes and ears to disappear, leaving only a pair of Ugur's nose that was a hundred times more sensitive than before, and then he would enjoy the poisonous stench in his stinking poison nest forever.

With his own abilities, he obtained the last seat in the Twelve Palaces of the Haemonchi... But in Lakas, no matter how high the honor and status are, they are no different from dust.

Lakas gave him a gentle look, and he knelt on the ground, trembling like a maggot, not daring to move.

"I have said it countless times. Politics and those exchanges of interests will only make your academic attitude improper, will only shake your determination to pursue eternal art, will make your talents stagnate, and finally degenerate into those pathetic things."

Lakas sighed, as if he was regretting that such a once talented apprentice had now become mediocre.

"I can tolerate your improper academic attitude, allow you to engage in those stupid academic cliques, exclude dissidents and even suppress those ideas that contradict yours...

But you try to bring politics into my operating room, and even let stupid administration override my technical research - what do you think I should do to you, Beartram? "

"Please, forgive me, I will give you mercy—"

Before he could finish his words, the flesh and blood on his body began to roll and squirm wildly - some of the gases he inhaled had begun to change the structure of his flesh and blood forever.

He couldn't let out a wail, because all the organs in his body that could make sounds had been fused!

The expensive surgical prosthetic limbs and modified parts of his body fell off in an instant and then merged into his own filthy and dirty flesh!

In just a moment, a master of the Haemolyx who was proficient in flesh and blood magic turned into the lowest and most pathetic human-pig worm, crawling on the ground using his only puppet... and begging for death with the only remaining wails that were emitted through the vibrations of his skin.

But it was impossible, he couldn't die. In the hands of the Blood Orcs, death was always synonymous with liberation and mercy!

He will live forever here in Lacarte, enduring countless pains and the agony of suffocation every moment.

"Ci what? That's not a word that the Dark Eldar would use, my student, tut tut tut."

The corners of Lakas' mouth curved into a huge arc, and he seemed to be smiling very happily...

He didn't need to know who had instructed Beartram to eavesdrop on him... but it didn't matter. Lacas didn't care who was against him.

This old Eldar, who may have lived longer than the Emperor, had long since gotten rid of boring political struggles. He was aloof from the world and despised all meaningless political games.

But at the same time, if he wants to attack someone, he doesn't need to use any roundabout means.

Only one tenth of the things taken out from this horrific blood nest would be enough to kill half of the people in Comoros - and the other half would suffer a fate worse than death.

The Haemonchi lords turned a deaf ear to their companions being treated in this way. No matter what they thought in their hearts, they once again clearly understood that they must not provoke the Grand Master.

"Okay, let's get back to the point." Lakas crossed his four hands and smiled happily...

"I'll give you five seconds to come up with the most constructive question you can."

They had countless questions, but now they could only ask one. The Haemonculi Lords exchanged glances with each other, and countless thoughts and inaudible conversations were completed in an instant... and finally, a Haemonculi Lord stood up and said respectfully to Lakas...

"Soul, Master, we want to know the problem with this experimental subject's soul."

"Ha, a profound question that barely touches the edge of truth."

Lacarte smiled, tapped the table with his sharp fingers, and said...

"This is the forge of Vaal, and your eyes have all been transformed by the Soul Turbulence... Even a drop of blood can allow you to glimpse the soul and the vision of the Supreme Heaven. So, tell me what you think."

To the Haemonculi, the soul is not a metaphysical and mysterious doctrine.

In fact, although most ignorant people classify the soul as psionics and the warp, this is a serious mistake.

The soul is born from the body, not from the warp.

Every soul, when the fertilized egg is injected into the embryo, or when life is created through other means, their soul begins to "grow" along with the body.

It is not that the soul comes from the subspace. The myth of so-called "reincarnation" that is full of false imaginations is a completely wrong interpretation.

In other words, they simply regarded the infinite circuit of the Ancient Spirit Empire as the true origin of life and soul.

But in fact, the infinite circuit is just a way for the Eldar Empire to use the extraordinary psychic technology of the ancient saints.

But the Eldar Empire was not the only one with people who delved into psychic powers. In fact, by the end of the empire, most scholars focused on the field of flesh and blood magic, as psychic powers had long been outdated.

In fact, most of the Haemonculi today were in the same position as sages and doctors in the past empires... and as a pioneer among them, it was Lakas who invented the transformation surgery of "Soul Turbulence".

This is a special operation that modifies Aida's keen sixth sense, which was specially adjusted by the ancient saints, through the spiritual connection between the eyes and the brain, and observes the existence of the soul in a physical way.

This is undoubtedly a groundbreaking technology, even if you could argue that it is not instinctive behavior for psychics -

But when you observe non-physical phenomena in a physical way, this in itself means crossing from one field to another.

In the realm of the Haemonchi, they regard the soul as an organ as important to the human body as the heart and the brain. Although this organ cannot be touched by simple physical means, it does exist.

Every life begins at birth. With the growth of vital organs such as the brain and heart, when the first thought is born, the soul is also born.

The soul exists in the body. It does not come from the subspace but is connected to the subspace from the moment of birth.

Just as the birth of a physical body interacts with the physical universe, the birth of a soul also interacts with the warp.

The relationship between soul and subspace is never from top to bottom, but from bottom to top.

All living things have souls, including those cheap clones.

Even if they were cheap tools simply grown from artificial wombs...

Their souls already existed when their minds interacted with the subspace.

However, just like the incomplete organs of cloned humans, the souls of cloned lives are also essentially "incomplete"...

So whether it's Krieg of the Human Empire or the half-born son of the Dark Eldar...

Their souls are tasteless to the predators of the Warp, but would be a pity to discard them.

A very intuitive example is that Slaanesh's favorite sacrifice is the souls of the Eldar.

But why has there never been a brave businessman who dared to sign a business contract with the Dark Eldar...

By selling various humans and other resources in exchange for a large number of worthless half-born children in Comoros to offer to Slaanesh?

Don't talk nonsense about irreconcilable enemies. It's not like those Slaanesh believers haven't come to Comoros before.

The Dark Eldar are hostile to their great enemy, but if there is such a cheap cooperation, they certainly will not refuse it.

Because the incomplete souls of cloned lives will not please Slaanesh and may even be hated by Him...

Unless it is a fully grown clone, whose soul has matured with experience, she can barely bite it.

After cracking the secrets of the soul, the Haemonchi's technology reached the point where it seemed like "magic" in the eyes of mortals.

The most unique feature is their technology that does not involve any psychic power but can easily resurrect a dead person in Comoros, thousands of miles away.

It sounds unscientific, but it works if you think of the soul as an organ that can move automatically.

Generally speaking, after a living being dies, its soul will be captured and taken away by the subspace because it loses the carrier of the material world. In essence, it is the same process as the devil descending into the physical universe, but in the opposite direction.

The resurrection technology of the Haemonchi uses this point. At the moment when the soul of a living being enters the Supreme Heaven, the flesh and blood samples left in Commorragh are used to reshape the body...