Chapter 668: I cannot be both your son and your father

Fabius Bile's laboratory, about the technology of cloning Primarchs...

This was indeed information that could attract Cawl's attention.

That clone Primarch Fulgrim seemed to have a certain degree of obsession with Fabius Bile, who created him.

He was always looking for traces of Fabius Bile in the galaxy, trying to catch Fabius Bile, and also trying to answer the mystery of his own birth.

But Fulgrim himself had limited understanding of biotechnology and could not reach the level of interpreting Fabius's creations.

And Cawl, as the premier Archmagos in the Adeptus Mechanicus today, naturally became Fulgrim's collaborator.

"He discovered a remnant ruin of Fabius Bile on the Murder planet, in which there were several unfinished clone Primarch semi-finished products. Clone Fulgrim hopes I will go to the Murder planet for investigation and research." Cawl extended a finger, pulling a slender nerve from the clone in front of him. His mechanical eye magnified the magnification, allowing him to observe the twitching of the nerve more meticulously.

"You cannot go." The Primaris-Head said calmly to Cawl.

The movement in Cawl's hand stopped.

"I am Belisarius Dora Cawl." He said: "There is nothing I cannot do."

"Even the gods are not omnipotent." The Primaris-Head still insisted on evaluating.

"... Very true!" Cawl looked up at the Primaris-Head: "But I am human."

"There is nothing that humans cannot do, nothing that human intellect cannot complete. He, They once taught this."

The Primaris-Head's throat moved up and down slightly; Cawl's words made him feel annoyed.

He curbed the annoyed expression from surfacing on his face, but because of this, he could not curb the painful expression from surfacing.

A moment of pain flashed across the Primaris-Head's face, for because of the defects in his body, he was in pain at all times.

If Cawl was really omnipotent, then he should have... but the Primaris-Head finally did not say this sentence.

Cawl opened his mouth slightly, seemingly wanting to say something, but finally just turned his head away.

This performance of his made the Primaris-Head clench his fists even more, feeling restless in his heart.

But he still couldn't help but say to Cawl: "A spider has set its sights on you; my prophetic ability tells me so."

"... Oh, Fabius." Cawl nodded somewhat absentmindedly.

"He is very dangerous; I can see it, just like an old spider, about to break out of its cocoon. The laboratory on the Murder planet is obviously a trap left for you. You had better not walk into it foolishly."

"Oh, a challenge. I will meet it." Belisarius Dora Cawl said lightly, as if Fabius Bile was not worth mentioning.

The Primaris-Head took a deep breath; he felt his lungs burning.

This was not just a metaphor; his lungs were indeed suffering from burning pain at all times.

This made him unable to speak, and he also knew that no matter what he said, he could not change Cawl's mind.

So he turned his head and walked out of Cawl's studio almost without hesitation.

Cawl looked at the Primaris-Head's departing back, his fingers trembling slightly, opening his mouth wanting to say something, but finally shook his head, no longer speaking.

"Cawl, you really are a conceited fool." A low roar of accusation came from Cawl's ear.

Cawl looked somewhat helplessly at a panel beside him.

A golden-haired, serious image, like a human head on a coin, flickered on the panel.

"Could you tell your Primaris-Head more directly why you crave the technology of cloning Primarchs?"

"... My Lord, since I have copied the spirit of the Primarchs, why can't I try to copy the flesh of the Primarchs?" Belisarius Cawl turned his head to look at the panel and said.

"No, you also didn't copy the spirit of the Primarchs." The degraded Guilliman expressed calmness and logic: "You once said that the Emperor almost destroyed all the technology that shaped us. You cannot build organic Primarchs, nor can you build mechanical Primarchs. I am just a degraded product you imitated."

"You are always so logical." Cawl answered dryly.

"Then let me exert some logic." The degraded Guilliman said: "The Primaris-Head is the product of your arrogance, conceit, and self-importance. You have the Source Blood Stack in your hands, and you have the complete Primarch gene sequence. How could you not try to build a Primarch... not a clone, but building one from scratch."

"But you said you couldn't build a real Primarch, which means you tried, but failed."

"Obviously, that failure is the Primaris-Head. Although he was born, he is very far from a real Primarch, and he is suffering from pain at all times."

"Cawl, you seek the technology of cloning Primarchs because you want to heal the Primaris-Head."

"... Maybe I want to build a new product to replace him—"

"Shut up, Cawl." The degraded Guilliman suddenly roared: "Do you think I'm blind?"

"He is your Lupercal, right?"

"First-born son, Primaris son, you love him, he loves you."

Cawl's body suddenly froze in place, unable to speak for a long time.

"You could be more honest." The degraded Guilliman's words became a little more peaceful.

"... As the created, I failed my master, twice."

"As the creator, I failed my child."

"My Lord, I owe the Primaris-Head. I am not sure if I can place myself in the role of his father."

A trace of panic appeared in Cawl's eyes, and he looked lightly at the many mini-Doraemons beside him:

"If I accept the gift of Saint Doraemon and use the power of Saint Doraemon, maybe I don't need the Source Blood Stack to heal the Primaris-Head."

"But I really cannot..." Belisarius Cawl shook his head violently.

"This is also another lie of yours. You refuse the power of the mini-Doraemons not out of confidence in your own intellect, but out of guilt."

The degraded Guilliman watched Belisarius Cawl through the screen, watching Cawl's huge, grotesque body, of which only half of the face remained human.

"Yes, maybe I am the one in this galaxy who understands best what that person paid." Cawl said bitterly: "I abandoned the human body for the sake of my mission. Once I was extremely obsessed with the perfection of the human body, but in the end, I twisted myself into this appearance."

"That person is the same as me, but the distortion he suffered is a hundred times, a thousand times, ten thousand times mine... This is the result of our incompetence. I really cannot overcome the humiliation and guilt in my heart."

"But because of this guilt of mine, the Primaris-Head has to suffer longer pain. He might hate me because of this. How can I still dare to call him son and claim to be his father?" ===== CHAPTER 669 =====