The transport boat stopped at a designated open space.
Surrounded by Rubric Warriors and several Thousand Sons wizards, Ahriman walked out of the opened hatch.
Seeing the arrival of strange creatures, the monsters wandering in the ruins gathered together.
They have beast-like bodies covered with bone spurs and tentacles, and are extremely weird.
They were wearing tattered uniforms or broken combat armor, looking extremely dirty and even smelling disgusting.
Most monsters have twisted claws equipped with a variety of combat gauntlets.
It's like a hodgepodge.
Automatic rifles, laser guns, lumberjack guns, and even the black Skitarii's radiation spears.
Still others are armed with power weapons or chainswords of varying lengths and shapes.
Fabius was not welcomed by the Black Legion, and no Dark Mechanicus forces were willing to cooperate with him.
There is no fixed source for equipment either.
When those Chaos war gangs want to exchange for cannon fodder, they will use all kinds of things in return.
This also resulted in his monster legions having different equipment.
Ahriman surveyed the monsters.
These guys are so abominable, and their twisted bodies are enough to make normal humans scream wildly and lose their minds.
The only thing they have in common is that they were once human beings, but were tortured by Fabius's crazy experiments and eventually became deformed and turned into wandering beasts.
Some are curved calcified bone horns that run through the forehead and cheeks.
Some have slimy tentacles extending from their eye sockets.
Some have so many limbs that they look like centipedes that have been sewn together.
Some have no limbs and crawl on the ground like snakes.
Under Fabius's technology, these once normal people have turned into all kinds of indescribable monsters.
Those creatures looked at Ahriman and his companions with malicious intent.
His eyes were full of greed.
They are eager to devour these creatures that have come from afar.
Turn the other person's soul into your own nourishment and satisfy that endless hunger.
Ahriman tried his best to ignore the monsters' hostility and drooling.
He tightly grasped the staff and the bolter engraved with faction runes in his hands, alert to possible attacks.
"It's hard to imagine a Thousand Sons wizard coming here."
On the way forward, a giant warrior blocked their way.
The warrior was wearing purple armor, with a broken skull spinning in front of his breastplate, surrounded by iron chains.
Many chains crisscrossed the giant's torso and arms.
"I am here to visit Fabius." Ahriman examined the giant in front of him.
Judging from his attire, he should be a former warrior of the Emperor's Children.
Under the manipulation of the evil god Slaanesh, these guys have long forgotten their past glory and pursuits and have become a group of out-and-out drug addicts.
Lost in endless pleasure, becoming a slave and a plaything.
Even though they claim that they still have their own will, who can believe these drug addicts who can't even control themselves
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After a brief conversation and inspection.
Ahriman followed the warrior past the abominable monsters and arrived in front of the fine building.
After completing the security check, Ahriman walked into Fabius' laboratory.
Fabius's laboratory was very humid.
Tumor-like flesh and blood veins grew everywhere.
The darkened corridors and workrooms, strewn with tendrils of flesh and blood, were bathed in a soft amber light.
Hundreds of men and women shuttled through the laboratories doing various experiments or performing guard duties.
Ahriman's eyes fell on the soldiers who were on guard duty.
Their filthy uniforms and carapace breastplates, belts and ammo pouches give these guys the look of a ragged planetary militia.
However, the situation is not that simple.
Those soldiers were very strong, with bulging muscles and huge bodies, comparable to an Astartes monk.
There is also a series of numbers on the cheeks, indicating that they are from Fabius' laboratory.
Seeing these exceptionally strong cyborgs, a term emerged in Ahriman's mind.
Gland Hunter.
They were designed by Fabius as hunters specifically to hunt Astartes and Custodes.
They possess extremely terrifying explosive power, and even the Astartes monks may not be able to ensure victory.
The first generation was created by implanting part of the gene seed, and over time the engineering was perfected.
Fabius invented an incomplete form of his own gene-seed to cultivate what he called the New Human.
These gland hunters are proof of the other side’s success.
A strong, muscle-bulging gland hunter stared at Ahriman.
That look was like a hyena in the wild world seeing carrion.
The busy researchers paid no attention to the arrival of Ahriman and his group.
They are immersed in their crazy careers and pay no attention to what is happening in the outside world.
All kinds of disgusting and twisted flesh and blood creatures were experimented and tested at their hands.
They were assistants to Fabius, followers of evil causes.
Guided by the Emperor's Children warriors, Ahriman entered Fabius' inner chamber.
A large number of mechanized zombies are working at a predetermined rate, maintaining a large number of biochemical cabins.
The tall ceiling is loaded with energy conduits and a transmission network that emits electric sparks.
A series of cables hang down like grapes in the desert, extending into each cabin.
The control panel and indicator lights of the biochemical cabin flickered continuously, standing out particularly in the dim interior.
The combat servants were connected to the energy pipeline in the alcove, and the feet of those unfortunate ones had been cut off and replaced with the square base of the gyroscope.
As Ahriman walked by, the servitors kept their guns trained on him.
If he moved at all, he would be turned into a pile of charred, smoking flesh in a few seconds.
In the huge laboratory building, Fabius's inner room is arguably the largest.
There are wonders and fears here.
Fabius stood in front of an operating table, his spider-like mechanical appendages humming.
A giant wearing golden armor and having been disemboweled by him was lying on his operating table.
"You captured a Guardsman?" Ahriman recognized the man in golden armor at a glance.
Apart from the Corpse King's personal guards, who else would wear such gorgeous armor?
"A small gain." Fabius picked up the towel beside him, wiped the blood off his hands, turned his head and looked at Ahriman, "Their genes are shaped very perfectly. It is hard to imagine how much effort the Corpse King spent to shape these guys."
"Don't underestimate the Corpse King. Even the gods are afraid of his existence." Ahriman said, "Even though I have lived for ten thousand years, I am still terrified by the Corpse King's psychic power."
"This is science, not psychic power. If he can master such knowledge, so can I." Fabius looked at Ahriman and spoke word by word, the arrogance in his tone difficult to conceal.
"Think what you will, but I advise you to be as humble as possible."
Fabius stared at Ahriman for a moment before turning away. "Allow me to get straight to the point. What are you doing here? As far as I can remember, we have no friendship. Whether it was during the Great Crusade or when we were driven to this rat's nest by the Empire, we have no friendship at all."
“I come to invite you to an alliance,” Ahriman said.
"Alliance?" Fabius smiled. "I will not form an alliance with you. You are unreliable."
“This time it is reliable,” Ahriman said. “Guilliman is about to enter the Eye of Terror. If we can kill him, it will be a heavy loss for the Imperium.”
"It would not be in my interest to inflict heavy losses on the Empire, so perhaps you should go find Abaddon. I would rather it remain in its current state of decay and decline. I only want to study my science, and I have little interest in those power struggles and so-called truths." Fabius showed no interest in Ahriman's suggestion, and spoke in a flat tone without even raising his head.
Ahriman struck the ground with the scepter in his hand, the power of witchcraft flowed, and a curtain of light appeared in front of Fabius.
"Your information is wrong. The Empire is recovering and it has become as powerful as it was during the time of the Emperor."
After hearing this, Fabius raised his head and looked at the light curtain.
Countless human warships are magnificent and majestic, and they destroy everything in their path.
The huge celestial-class battleship swept across everything, and the beams of light it released alone were enough to destroy a planet.
Fabius stared at the light curtain closely. It was obvious that those Space Marines had changed. They were stronger and more muscular.
His eyes turned serious.
"What are they?" asked Fabius.
Ahriman followed their gaze and saw that the powerful Primaris Space Marines were crushing all the enemies they saw.
"They are Primaris Warriors, a perfect upgrade of Space Marines, with faster speed, stronger strength, and more terrifying recovery ability."
"They deciphered the Emperor's great masterpiece?" Fabius's calm tone became a little excited.
"I suppose so, otherwise they would not have been able to upgrade it with the Primaris upgrade," Ahriman said.
"This is a very good upgrade. It seems that the Empire has finally given up its outdated system and started to embrace change. It's a pity that they are still a step behind me."
Fabius is very confident in his biotechnology.
He was only one step away from unlocking his own secrets and fully mastering the Emperor's technology, and now he was taking the final step.
Soon, he will be able to mass-produce genetic warriors of his own.
They will be more powerful and deadlier than the Emperor's Angels.
The entire galaxy will be subverted by him.
Those who have ever despised and humiliated him will have to pay the price.
The first one is Abaddon.
Fabius vowed to return the humiliation to this idiot whose brains were only muscles.
"This is also the reason why I want to invite you. In addition to curbing the development of the empire, you can also obtain more fresh materials. They will help you uncover the secrets of the Emperor and even go further."
"A very good reason," Fabius said. "You have convinced me, Ahriman. Tell me, how many people are among your so-called allies? Did Abaddon send you here? If it was that wretch, I'd better refuse. He destroyed my hard work and almost killed me."
Fabius once used Horus's body to create another Horus, hoping to use this method to please the Black Legion and Abaddon.
However, that Horus was killed by Abaddon.
Even Fabius was humiliated.
After that incident, Fabius stopped being involved in the affairs of Chaos and humanity.
The shortsightedness of the Imperium of Man is disgusting.
The same is true for Abaddon and his people.
They are blind to the truth and reject it like barbarians.
"No, the Black Legion led by Abaddon is still fighting with Calgar in the Nachmond Corridor. They are unable to spare any strength to stop Guilliman. Our only allies are Perturabo, Lorgar, you, and a few forces that are independent of the Black Legion."
Fabius nodded. "If that's the case, then I have no concerns. I will join you and provide you with some powerful troops. Follow me and I will show you my great masterpiece."
Ahriman followed Fabius deeper into the laboratory with curiosity and a desire for knowledge.
After passing through a locked gate, Ahriman saw a shocking scene.
It is very clean inside, even the air has been specially purified.
There were no hooks hanging human flesh, jars storing organs, or various blood-stained surgical tools like outside.
Such an environment is very rare in the Eye of Terror.
It was clear that this room was a hallowed sanctuary housing the work of a mad scholar.
When Ahriman stepped into the room and saw the rows of storage tanks, he realized how far Fabius had gone down this horrible path of genetic modification.
Servants and mindless slaves shuttled among the machines, caring for the fallen lives that had already taken shape.
The entire room was filled with horrific genetically engineered creations built using the Emperor's past technology and the knowledge of the devil.
Row after row of life support pods housed mutated children and ugly teenagers.
They are sleeping in the life support capsule, waiting for the day when they will be awakened by their creator.
And in the center of the room, a throbbing pouch of flesh hung there.
On either side were rows of humming, mysterious machines.
In addition to the humming main machine core, these devices also have standing crystal columns and tempered glass columns, as well as a network of flesh and blood like human blood vessels covering those huge devices.
Those swollen nodes were beating as if they had life.
Through a piece of clear glass, Ahriman saw the young boy sleeping inside the cheek pouch of flesh and blood.
His body was flawless, like a work of art carved from a rough jade.
Ahriman felt the tremendous power within that body.
Ahriman was horrified and disturbed by what Fabius had accomplished.
This guy has gone further and further on the road of biotechnology, and all kinds of twisted creations have been born in his hands.
And now, he has taken the last step.
"Shocked, right?" Fabius' face, covered with tumors and mutations, showed a smug smile. "This is my most perfect masterpiece in the past ten thousand years. I robbed several barbaric Eldar worlds, and used the souls sleeping in the world circuits to trade with the demons in exchange for enough materials. I also used the replica of my former gene father to exchange some knowledge from the hands of the undead. In the past ten thousand years, I have been working hard for his birth."
"He is the most perfect and can carry the power of the gods without limit. If he can be successfully born, he will be more powerful and more perfect than all the primarchs. The gods will go crazy for him."
“You are a madman,” Ahriman whispered.
"In this universe, everyone is crazy." Fabius said mockingly, "And I am the most powerful madman. While you are fighting for your so-called gods, I have created a brand new legion. This legion will fulfill our long-cherished wish, which is to overthrow the dictatorial empire established by the Corpse Emperor."
Ahriman looked at Fabius solemnly, considering whether or not to just turn hostile and destroy his masterpiece.
God knows what this guy created!
But he still chose to endure.
Various forbidden runes are carved near the life support cabin.
Even if he used all his strength, he might not be able to destroy it.
That would only anger Fabius and lead to his own death here.
"Is he able to fight?" Ahriman asked, suppressing his thoughts.
Fabius shook his head, "Not quite there yet. I need to make sure it is foolproof. However, these soldiers based on him can be awakened. They will be a powerful helper in this plan."
Ahriman looked through the glass at the young man sleeping in the nutrient solution and nodded, "Then wake them up. I still have to continue to persuade Word Bearer Lorgar. I believe that with his hatred for Guilliman, he will be happy to join our camp."
"Go ahead. I can't wait to hunt Guilliman. The Primaris Space Marines in his hands may help me take my genetic technology to a higher level." Fabius said in that strange voice, "These creations will bring us brand new surprises. The Empire will be shaken by their anger and collapse in blood and fire."
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Eye of Terror.
A temple belonging to the gods is being built on a demon planet.
Countless skinny, ragged slaves were driven by the Word Bearers warriors to carry materials, carve stone walls, and build foundations.
The Word Bearers showed no mercy to these slaves.
As long as the progress of the project is not satisfactory to them, the whip in the supervisor's hand will fall on those who do not seem to be working hard enough.
Those slaves who fell would be hung up directly to warn other slaves what the consequences would be if they did not cooperate.
Some are also thrown to demons as a reward for their obedience.
Just when the project was progressing in an orderly manner.
A Word Bearers warrior looked at a dark shadow approaching from a distance and shouted in fear.
"Run, the Ravens are coming."
As the sound appeared, the Word Bearers warriors scattered across the construction site turned around and ran towards the portal like frightened rabbits, abandoning their slaves.
It was as if he had seen something horrible.
It is hard to imagine what could frighten the Chaos believers in the Eye of Terror to this extent.
A Word Bearer felt a sense of horrible oppression.
He turned his head with a look of horror and shot at the empty air.
But that's no use.
The place where he was quickly dimmed and turned black.
Like boiling asphalt overflowing from a pool, a sticky black shadow emerged from the depths of the ground, entangled his feet, and quickly submerged his waist.
The Word Bearer warrior fired desperately at the black swamp that trapped him.
But the explosive bomb was like a drop in the ocean, without any sound or killing anyone.
The thick black shadow continued to spread upwards, like a snake, completely crawling up his arms and throat.
The black shadow ball grew bigger and bigger, rising higher and higher, until the legionnaire left the ground and was controlled in the air like a puppet.
A scream was heard and the soldier's elbow broke under the enormous pressure.
The bolter that was originally held tightly fell to the ground.
The next second, one of his legs was broken again.
The whole person was twisted into an incredible shape.
The other Word Bearers had no intention of rescuing the enemy; they just ran towards the portal on their own.
The unfortunate fellow was allowed to be tortured by the shadow until he was no longer recognizable as a human, and turned into a disgusting thing made of broken bones and ceramic steel.
The shadows continued to hunt down the fleeing Word Bearers warriors, like a butcher slaughtering tamed sheep.
The Word Bearers had no courage to resist.
They knew who the shadow was.
Over the past ten thousand years, the other party has been fulfilling its promise, hunting down the Word Bearers in various parts of the Eye of Terror, trying to force Lorgar to show up.
Wait until those who bear the Word die or escape.
Countless black shadows gathered together to form a majestic figure, several times taller than a Space Marine.
It carries a pair of steel wings on its back, shaped like a raven's wings.
His emaciated face was as pale as snow, his eyes were as black as liquid, and his black hair fell to his shoulders like a ghost.
"The Lord of Dark Ravens." A Word Bearer who escaped to the other side of the teleport revealed the other party's identity in horror.
"You can't keep running away," Corax whispered. "One day, I will hunt you all down."
His words caused fear to appear on the faces of many Word Bearers.
They knew that the Raven Lord's threats were not empty words.
Over the past ten thousand years, the other party would become active in the Eye of Terror again every few hundred or thousand years, hunting down demons and Chaos Warriors.
After hunting for a period of time, it will disappear again.
The Word Bearers were Corax's number one hunting target, and they suffered heavy casualties every time.
All he could do was hide and wait for Corax to leave.
Corax stood in front of the portal, knowing full well that he could not pass through the barrier.
Luo Jia has been hiding in there for ten thousand years and dared not come out.
There was no way for him to get in.
The two sides can only remain in a stalemate.
But he would not give up. Lorgar had to die.
If it weren't for this fool who thought he was going to bring the truth to the empire, why would brothers fight each other mercilessly and fathers and sons draw swords against each other
The Lord of Dark Crows transformed into countless pitch-black flying crows, preparing to leave the planet.
He knew Lorgar would not come out.
That cowardly wretch only dared to hide in his temple.
One day, I will find a way to pry open his shell and let that idiot know that the god he believes in cannot save him.
At this moment, the planet suddenly shook.
Countless huge fire meteorites fell from the sky, landing with a loud bang, shaking the earth.
It was like the roar of a wild beast, resounding throughout the world. Those slaves who did not have time to escape were all frightened paralyzed by the terrible sound.
Angron, his body ablaze, stepped out from the rising flames.
His rage is enough to set the world on fire.
He is one of the Blood God's favored champions.
The battle axe in his hand was stained with countless blood and killings.
His coming brings only destruction and war.
Seeing Angron's sudden appearance, Corax's expression became serious.
The Word Bearers on the other side of the portal shouted excitedly.
As allies of Chaos, even if there were some gaps between them, they believed that Angron would prioritize dealing with Corax.
"Kill the Raven Lord, the great Lord Angron." A Word Bearer shouted excitedly.
Another Word Bearer ran to the palace to tell Lorgar the good news.
If the Primarchs could be mobilized as well, then the two Demon Primarchs would besiege Corax, and by cooperating with them, they would definitely make the Raven Lord suffer, and even be able to stop him and eliminate the trouble forever.
"My lord, Corax, the Raven Lord's time has come to die, my lord."
The Word Bearer yelled as he ran towards the temple where Lorgar was.