Chapter 676

The Rod of Torment, this Chaos artifact, once belonged to the Daemon Prince, the Marquis of Mutilation, Sha'laq'krak.

Fabius Bile defeated him and destroyed him; the body and power of that Daemon Prince were also integrated into this rod.

The profane, evil power of an entire Daemon Prince slammed into the back of the Primaris Primarch. The Primaris Primarch let out a muffled grunt, and a crack was torn into his power armor, exposing his flesh to the spikes at the tip of the Rod of Torment.

This plated Warp evil power drove the agony amplifier within this wicked rod, injecting irresistible, scorching pain into the Primaris Primarch's body.

Fabius Bile did not want to kill the Primaris Primarch; he was a valuable experimental subject and an important hostage. Fabius hoped to use him to exchange for the Source Blood Stack from Cawl's hands. Even if Belisarius Cawl was unwilling to trade, the Primaris Primarch himself contained extraordinary wisdom.

Therefore, Fabius chose to subdue the Primaris Primarch with pain. The agony amplifier in the Rod of Torment was not only driven by Warp evil power but also utilized technology Fabius had obtained from the hands of Drukhari Haemonculi. In this galaxy, no one understood how to manufacture pain better than the Haemonculi.

Fabius Bile's Rod of Torment had never failed.

He took a slight step forward, intending to collect his trophy.

The Primaris Primarch struggled and climbed up from the ground; the Rod of Torment on his back fell to the ground with a thud, leaving only a small wound in his flesh.

"..." Fabius Bile stepped back slightly.

There was no sign of the Primaris Primarch being affected by the pain at all; this completely exceeded Fabius Bile's expectations.

Bile hurriedly drew the needle pistol at his waist, which contained anesthetic drugs Fabius had discovered in the ruins of Nuceria. He aimed at the wound on the Primaris Primarch's power armor that had been torn open by the Rod of Torment————

But the Primaris Primarch turned his head at this moment, and boundless terror leaked out from the emerald lenses of his helmet. In an instant, the Primaris Primarch seemed to transform into a beast waiting to hunt in a pitch-black rainy night, pouncing toward Fabius Bile with a wind of fear.

Konrad Curze's gene sequence... This thought popped into Fabius's mind, but his body was unable to move at this moment.

Fear, fear originating from the soul, was sweeping through Fabius Bile's entire body, making him unable to move.

The Primaris Primarch also felt his heart pounding; Belisarius Cawl's education allowed him to recognize the agony amplifier within that Rod of Torment in an instant.

It was just by a hair's breadth; the effect of the Qi in his body had less than a minute remaining. If Fabius Bile had acted even a moment later, the Primaris Primarch might have truly collapsed.

The Primaris Primarch offered a silent prayer of thanks to Saint Doraemon in his heart.

Then, his figure transformed into a scarlet storm, his power sword wreathed in lethal psychic fluctuations, stabbing toward Fabius Bile's neck.

He wanted to kill him in one strike.

The silver meadow swayed under her weaving; incense, dust, smoke, the scent of blood, pleasure, and musical notes all swirled with her footsteps. Everything was like the stars dancing on the celestial wilderness, everything like washing silk and burying flowers in a dream.

Obscene instruments played strange rhythms, like birds burning with flames shrieking sharply. Falling flowers scattered from the silver trees, landing on the spiraling horns extending from her forehead, which was as white as jade.

The twisted ghostly shadows of demons emerged from the forest; they were drooling, coveting her blood and flesh, spirit and beauty.

But she was strong enough. Her Withered Father had bestowed upon her extraordinary power, the Phoenix Lord had fished her from the tides of the Warp, and the Prince of Pleasure had ascended her with gold, silver, pleasure, and beauty.

The demons dared not act rashly or touch her beautiful body; they only dared to follow behind her, crawling on the ground, lapping up the dew on the silver grass that had just touched her toes.

Suddenly, her footsteps stopped, coming to an abrupt halt, like an electric shock interrupting pleasure before the climax arrived.

The demons wailed because of the stagnation of her footsteps, but she revealed a look of worry.

A gentle inspiration suddenly popped into her mind, silently urging her to pay attention to her Withered Father.

Following the link between soul, blood, creator, and creation, she cast her gaze toward the reality of the cosmos.

She saw it: twenty gene sequences sprouting like seeds, intertwining to hybridize into a fruit that was constantly burning. That fruit extended a burning arm, stabbing toward her Withered Father.

She let out a terrified lament. Her golden fingers tore open the barrier between reality and the Warp like sharp claws. Everything was so smooth, just like a hot knife slicing through butter, as if she had divine help.

"Fabius." She softly called her father's name, her figure appearing on the Murder Star in an instant, blocking the path in front of the Primaris Primarch.

That figure was so beautiful, appearing human yet completely different. Her body, shrouded in translucent gauze, was slender and moving; her toes were as fine as pearls yet revealed a hint of bestiality; her ankles were so slender they seemed as if they would break at a touch; her legs, surrounded by armor plates and scales shimmering like mithril, were intertwined. The body above the pelvis possessed both the voluptuousness of a female and the slenderness of a male.

Hair like white bird feathers spilled over shoulders and a back as smooth as jade. Amidst the thick, straight hair were small skulls meticulously designed by Fabius. Her skin was white and semi-transparent, her nose small and exquisite, her eyes scarlet like blood mirrors. If one looked closely, one could still see traces of the handsome face Fabius Bile had in his youth.

And between her strands of hair, a pair of lustrous black horns covered in crimson runes spiraled, curling on both sides of her skull, adding a touch of demonic nature for no reason.

Golden claws like blades stabbed out, aiming directly at the Primaris Primarch's face————

She let out a dull, bitter moan. The Primaris Primarch's sharp blade pierced through her shoulder, and the fire of psychic power burned fiercely, causing her great pain.

And her claws touched the Primaris Primarch... Just at the moment she appeared, a feeling, an inspiration, urged her to swing her claws, and then the claws sliced through the Primaris Primarch's helmet perfectly.

The helmet disintegrated, exposing the face behind it. That face was so ordinary, so plain; it was hard to imagine it was the product of fusing the gene sequences of twenty Primarchs. But if someone who had seen the face of a young Cawl in the past were here, they would surely be surprised to discover that the Primaris Primarch's face looked somewhat like the Cawl of the past.

Just as the demonic woman standing before the Primaris Primarch looked somewhat like Fabius.

"Melusine." Fabius softly spoke the name of the woman before him.

She was the first creation of Fabius Bile in the true sense, Fabius's firstborn. She was born from a nutrient tank, not grown naturally and then modified by Fabius. Fabius watched with his own eyes as she grew bit by bit from a fertilized egg into an embryo, then into an infant, and then a young girl...

She was also the most perfect work in Fabius's mind, the true New Man, possessing the potential to replace the Old Man.

But it was a pity that the Warp had snatched her from Fabius's hands. At this time, Melusine was already a Daemon Prince. Fabius rarely saw her, and every time he did, Fabius would be pained by how much deeper his child had fallen, with more and more of the demonic part and less and less of the human part.

Yet even so, when Fabius encountered danger, Melusine still often intervened to protect Fabius... just as she was doing now.

Fabius Bile raised the needle pistol in his hand; the anesthetic agent from the ruins of Nuceria was ready to go. He aimed at the neck exposed by the Primaris Primarch.

His actions were almost without thought; the inspiration that burst into his mind drove him to act this way, urging the needle pistol in his hand to aim at the Primaris Primarch's neck.

Everything was natural.

The Primaris Primarch saw the needle pistol Fabius was aiming at him, but the effect of the Qi faded at this moment, and the pain brought by his genetic defects struck, causing the Primaris Primarch's movements to stall.

The needle pierced into the flesh, and the anesthetic was pumped into the Primaris Primarch's body.

The Primaris Primarch's body fused the gene sequences of twenty-one Primarchs, including the gene sequence of the Death Guard Lord Mortarion. He should have possessed extraordinary drug resistance; even drinking complex poisons would only produce a reaction similar to being slightly tipsy.

But under the effect of that anesthetic, the Primaris Primarch actually felt a strong sense of dizziness. He retreated a few steps, and with a clatter, he was knocked out by the anesthetic and fell to the ground.

"...?" Holding the Furnace-Breaker hammer, Fulgrim, who had just smashed Horus's head, looked at the Primaris Primarch lying on the ground with some confusion.

Others might not know the identity of the Primaris Primarch, but how could Fulgrim not know?

The Primaris Primarch's body contained the gene sequences of twenty Legions, directly from the Primarch gene sequences in the Source Blood Stack.

And then, he was knocked down by a single shot of anesthetic.

What kind of anesthetic was so potent?

When did Bile create such a heaven-defying drug?

If he rushed up, would he also be knocked down by a needle?

Although he carried worry in his heart, Fulgrim still took a step forward, transforming into a purple hurricane and rushing toward the fallen Primaris Primarch.