Chapter 428 The Most Familiar Stranger, And
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"You have to apologize for this!"
The Lord of Medusa slapped his desk with a big silver palm and scolded him harshly.
This new desk, which was broken several times and made of fine gold and ceramic steel alloy and processed with multiple metallographic enhancement techniques, finally held up after shaking dangerously for a few times, but the tabletop was obviously dented downwards. A little, and left a deep palm print.
"Apologise? Why? I didn't say anything wrong!"
Of course, young Fulgrim heard the sound of ceramite power armor rubbing against weapons outside the gate.
But at this moment, he was looking up at the opponent with his head held high, like a high-spirited little rooster.
Although his silver brother who is now wearing the Medusan Carapace transformed from mysterious metal is two feet taller than the cloned phoenix who only wears a pair of work rubber shoes, there is some mysterious genetic connection between the two - —Maybe.
This made him far more... relaxed or, in other words, much more unrestrained when facing Ferrus Manus, who was known for his bad temper and difficulty in appeasing, than when he faced Fabius Bayer.
Of course, none of the three Primarchs present at this time knew that this was not actually a problem with the cloning of Fulgrim, nor was it that Ferrus Manus was really unable to maintain himself in front of someone. As the master of Medusa and the Iron Legion, Ao Ran had a more pure and practical reason.
"You should be glad that now you only have to apologize to you for comparing my loyal sons to their archenemies, instead of being tied up and locked in a cage and kneeling to my heirs - to Medusa. The dead Iron Hands - apologize to the dead souls on Isstvaan V! ”
His chest rumbled with the resonance of Gorgon's roar, and the true rage in his powerful soul not only made the Iron Hands wandering outside the door feel trembling, but electric currents were rushing through the furnace that replaced their spines. Chain, at the same time, the driving team and technical officers who were in charge of driving the Lacuan Hall of Conquest Fortress were also surprised to find that the main meditator of the fortress seemed to be very...cowardly immediately.
The silver-iron giant's molten silver eyes glared at the newborn brother from under his thick, furrowed eyebrows.
The other party pursed his lips tightly.
Although this is Fulgrim.
Secret testing of the samples taken from him by the clan apothecary, ancient data pads used for genetic unlocking tests, and of course the soul's mystical sense of connection all told Fearless Phoenix and Garuda that, despite the strength of their souls, Weakened, but this is indeed the "Fulgrim" of "this universe" who has not yet fallen into the hands of the Prince of Darkness.
But when your memory and soul are actually rounded up to more than ten thousand years old, and the brother in front of you may be only a few weeks old from body to soul...well...it looks like an adult, but in the original body, it can actually be regarded as an adult. When a baby speaks and acts slightly different from the one you knew and were familiar with 10,000 years ago...
It will be difficult for you to treat him completely as the peer you know. to be honest.
In the next tenth of a second, the exchange of thought pulses went back and forth like lightning between Metal Ferus and the golden mechanical bird crouching on his shoulder.
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Let's be honest, you look like an incompetent raging father who can't do anything about his rebellious pre-teen son, Gorgon.
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Don't make it sound like you've actually been the father of a prepubescent son, my friend! And when our brother can start walking, he should immediately start to understand what he sees. Then rely on instinct, fight and learn bit by bit... This is how I grew up. I don't understand why I have to explain to him in detail - then it's up to you to tell him what is right! And why should he apologize to my heirs!
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Although I have been married several times, I have no children, and what does it have to do with me? Mr. Jiu Jiu, teach the little cub you left behind a lesson for yourself.
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He is you! You shouldn't take responsibility for yourself...wait, are you married?
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What's wrong. Political marriage, two bedrooms. Isn't this normal when you haven't put on your power armor and received your legion yet, and there are too many evenly matched forces on your home planet?
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...When I conquered the entire Medusa, it was not through political marriage, but through my strength and actual hunting and fighting achievements.
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With all due respect, Mr. Gorgon of Medusa, that cannot be considered a conquest. At most, it can be regarded as the fact that you used your god-like force to frighten other people and promised some survival-related resources and technologies to win over them - in While you were going about your business and planning your meetings and campaigns, I had read "The Geology and History of the Steneros System (Internal Reference Edition)" and all the appendices it cited, and this is my conclusion. I can't believe it. You actually just made do and started recruiting soldiers here...
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Maintaining the patience and ferocity of the people here will help our mental fortitude, and the Iron Hands soldiers can always ensure the purity of their hearts and the high quality of their bodies.
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Yes, and then the rare teenagers who survive such a survival challenge and are selected have to give up nine-tenths in the Ouranus death match in the Broken Moon every year, and then survive all the hardships. After the transformation surgery, they enter the Dofolk clan for recruit training, and then they will be mercilessly taught by the veterans not to trust each other, and to attack each other to protect themselves if necessary... Even if they survive and are lucky enough to be transformed back to their original form It's still like this after the clan...
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Wait, did they really do that?
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Really did it. ——Yes, the veterans at the top have a stable position, fight fiercely, and carefully calculate the investment and casualties in each battle. The death of anyone else, including Astartes friendly troops, is a cold number used to achieve victory. The Rakuan clan is even pretty good, at least they are fearless enough. Did you know? No one has statistics, but when I started to be interested, I collected information and made a statistics. You know, at a time when the average service life of an Astartes fluctuates around two hundred years*, the Hands of Iron exceed How much fearlessness does a five-hundred-year-old veteran have? And what is the attrition rate of new recruits?
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...If you calculate it yourself, it won't take more than a millisecond. That’s all. According to statistics, the training of the Dofok clan even encourages recruits to use their comrades as shields or similar behaviors, because they feel that your failure to realize "don't trust anyone" led to your failure. The oldest officers of the Iron Hands who have not entered the Dreadnoughts have actually served for over eleven hundred years. By the way, all the clans in the remaining Iron Hands Chapter of your 10th Legion are still full of hostility and competition, some of which are quite fierce.
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Recruits were encouraged to murder their comrades. Competition is fierce. You speak tactfully, my friend, and now I am suddenly filled with a rage-fueled drive to return to Medusa.
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There is no hesitation, no mercy, no restraint of cruelty and absolute indifference to death, and everything outside of his own clan is considered sacrificial. That's all I can say. The fact that they are still able to operate in the name of the same chapter is due to the fact that they have a common relic storehouse and Gorgon Forge. Or maybe they don't have the secret of any clan powerful enough to take all of Mimir's hoard? I have no idea. This is left to your own judgment and decision later.
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I had noticed these signs at the time, such as the fanatical worship of my hands, but because everything was so rushed at the time, I felt that these matters could be discussed after the war was over... There was no time to stop and sort out... I wanted to grow up After the expedition ends...
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But things are never as they should be. Right? Then you die. Died on Istvan V. Take your elite guard along with most of the First Clans. All things come to an end.
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"...I choose to apologize to the Iron Hands and everything that happened on Istvan V...I apologize." Another voice that was almost the same as in the thinking circuit but clearer sounded. "But on the issue that both you and my heirs are abandoning the human part and pursuing the limit of their own perfection, I still insist on my own opinion, and I will not apologize for this."
"What?" Almost subconsciously, Garuda Ferus took the lead in cutting into the mechanical giant's pronunciation system and asked. "How do you remember everything? You were only a few weeks old..."
The familiar person opposite him stopped talking when he heard this. An expression unfamiliar to the tenth Primarch appeared on that flawless face. The face belonging to the third Primarch now showed an expression that was completely mortal. .
The fearless phoenix's voice cut into Ferus' mind appropriately, slightly dissipating his sudden urge to stretch out his silver hands and pinch the phantom away in front of him.
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Oh... just like in Chemos's factory, this young clone did indeed begin to grow up socially in the twisted bottom-level machine shop of the Vesalius.
Of course, the young original body standing in front of him could not hear the internal communication of thoughts. He just pursed his lips tightly and raised his eyes to look at them with an expression of inquiry, doubt, hesitation, and extremely youthful expression.
There are some marks on the sheet, but only the first few notes have been written. The first measure has not yet been completed, so it can be used by later generations to easily fill in the notes and compose a song.
——This made Ferus Manus suddenly realize at this moment once again, extremely clearly, bitterly and with a kind of clarity.
The Fulgrim he had known as the first and only person to call him "Gorgon" had indeed disappeared and ceased to exist.
All the Fulgrims who now exist in this world are just strangers that he is most familiar with.
"I said that I would sincerely apologize for the tragedy that happened on Istvaan 5. In fact, I vaguely remembered it within a few days... when I was probably catalyzed to the age of eighteen. ”
Clone Phoenix's face wrinkled up, and his lavender eyes dodge for a moment, but he quickly forced himself to turn back and stare at the silver memorial sculpture-like face of "Ferrus Manus" and continued to state. said, while carefully observing every subtle change in expression on the other person's face.
"Although my current body and the me I was born have not done all that with my own hands, I still remember everything."
Ferus' thick silver eyebrows frowned, "Does the coding process engraved in the flesh-and-blood genes still work after leaving our father's laboratory? It's very strange. Continue."
"There are things I have seen thousands of years ago that I have never seen since I was born. I can name them just by looking at them. No one needs to tell me, but there are no more footnotes, like ...Something from the past was labeled and stored in my genetic memory, but there was only the label. Manus, there was only the label, no related emotions, no related details, no more. Many, I can only tell you simply, "Oh, this skull belongs to the Barghese." As for what kind of alien race the Barghese are, what kind of things they have done, and what kind of civilization they have existed in this galaxy, I have absolutely no idea."
A tangled and painful look appeared on his delicate face, "It's like I have a complete memory of a person but I clearly know that he is me, but I am not him."
"Then why did you say you would apologize for this?"
Young Fulgrim thought and knotted his brows tightly. "Everything he has given me is destined to be me, at least the past me who is standing here at this moment. If I could get rid of all the memories and knowledge I inherited, I would rather remove them and start from scratch like a baby again. The mind begins to learn the alphabet and babbling! But I cannot, Manus, forget the past means... betrayal."
The last word seemed to have some kind of fateful magic when it was spat out from the tip of Fulgrim's tongue to Ferrus Manus.
Whether it was the silver Gorgon in front of him or the Iron Hands waiting outside the door, at this moment, he felt a chaotic tumble of feathers, claws, pincers and scales scratching the back of his head, and finally a light breeze. The hooves made a crisp sound as they stepped on some kind of gauze.
But when you look back and gaze alertly, there is nothing there, only emptiness.
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What was that just now? Old friend? Did you monitor it? -
I don’t know, I’m monitoring, and the subspace readings increased for a moment in an unstable past. I suspect that the nearby time flow was stopped by the intrusion of subspace energy. Some abominable subspace creatures may have come. .
"Do you think that by now, all the big mistakes have been made, and many things and people are irreparable, is your apology useful? Fulgrim, tell me."
"I don't know, but I'm sure it's better than not admitting and not apologizing. Manus."
The silver eyes looked down at the lavender eyes for a long time, without giving in.
"Then you will be responsible for what you said." Iron Hand's father warned him. "You know what you just said. If you can't even convince Malkan Feros and his companions, then after we arrive in Medusa and I receive all my sons and convene the Iron Council, I may finally I have to kill you with my own hands."
Clone Phoenix didn't ask why, they all knew the answer, he just nodded towards "Ferrus".
"Then can I go back to my cell first? Manus."
"Go ahead."
Watching the slightly lonely figure walking out of the hall because he said the words he had been waiting for a long time, the fearless Phoenix's voice sounded solemnly in the thought link.
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If his memory could even extend to all the events on Istvan V...
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So does it mean that the sampling time of cultivating his clone specimens...
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I know what you mean.
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The possibility of his corruption was further heightened.
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If that happened, I would take care of it right away - personally.
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That's good.