The Last Primarch

"Holy crap, why is his head—no, why are his ears so pointed?"

After numerous breakouts, counter-breakouts, and even strategic deceptions, Horus finally brought Omega back. As soon as he penetrated deep into the heart of the empire, he immediately took his comrades to Serenity.

After all, going to the doctor when you're sick is the normal course of action for all normal human beings. You can't just hand a patient over to Cultists and have them perform some kind of blasphemous witchcraft, can you?

That's ridiculous. Horus is Imperial Warmaster who believes in Imperial Truth. Even if he doesn't have the ability to heal the Primarch, he should at least know how to put him in Stasis Field to lie still.

Horus knew Mordred would ask such a question, Horus admitted he didn't know! He was already unconscious when he was rescued, and now he was breathing more than he was taking in air.

As a veteran military doctor of the empire, Master Mordred certainly lived up to expectations and quickly diagnosed the problem with Omega:

You might not believe it, but he's malnourished!

Malnutrition?

Horus was shocked. Among the known Primarchs, Mortarion was probably the one who had suffered the most. He had never had a full meal since he was a child and was treated like a dog by the Xenos every day. Even though he had made up for it now, he was still as thin as a stick.

Horus got a headache just thinking about Mortarion. His brother was good at everything, except for his appetite, which made the entire legion like gluttons.

Including Russ, the whole group is a bunch of good-for-nothings. Every time we take them on an expedition, the fleet's food reserves are depleted at an alarming rate.

Horus understood, though. After all, they had starved as children, so it was no big deal for them to retaliate by eating too much as adults. The empire was vast and rich, more than enough to support a few gluttons.

But if you're talking about malnutrition, Omega doesn't look malnourished at all; it even looks a bit chubby. However, Mordred says it is indeed malnourished. Its circulatory system is extremely developed, and it looks like it has been drained of blood for countless years. It was raised like a breeding pig. You would grow too if you were in its shoes!

"As for these ears," Mordred pulled up Alpharius's genetic map and compared it with Omega's, "Do you understand now?"

"I don't understand (very loudly!)"

The Primarch does indeed possess super intelligence, learning everything exceptionally quickly. Even Russ has a rather sophisticated skill in gene modulation. However, everyone has their own area of expertise, and Horus immediately revealed a clear-eyed foolishness.

They pulled out two Rick Cigarettes, ignoring all lab rules, and squatted in the corner, puffing away.

"Based on my analysis, Omega has probably suffered from genetic contamination; I've only seen this phenomenon in another of its siblings."

But you probably don't remember, since the Yellow Skins erased everyone's memories. That guy was Prisoner 11, currently serving time in the Imperial Palace dungeon, waiting to be resurrected.

Seeing that Mordred wasn't in a hurry, Horus felt relieved and asked, "Won't the genetic contamination cause problems?"

"Of course! This is genetic pollution, not physical plastic surgery. Do you think I'm joking?"

Mordred looked at Horus with the eyes of someone looking at an idiot, as if he were looking at some bald Ogryn, but then added:

There are no major problems; it doesn't matter if the ears are slightly pointed.

As for why he turned out this way? I'm not Conan, how could I possibly deduce it? Maybe it was Blood-loving people's doing.

However, on another note, I remember that before the Unification Wars, Old Man Huang often hung out with a certain Aeldari Farseer and even studied in Commorragh.

Perhaps thinking of something interesting, Dred casually flicked the ash from his cigarette and whispered:

"Blood-loving people's skills are indeed impressive; he managed to bypass Old Man Huang's technological blockade and add a genetic code to the Omega, meaning—"

"Say it!"

Mordred curled his lip, his eyes showing no regret, only an infinite longing for heretical knowledge. "In other words, it is very likely that a Psychic Power- specialized Abhumans Space Marines will emerge."

This is absolutely a miracle in genetic engineering; even I am amazed by this ingenious idea of using borrowed resources to achieve something great.

In comparison, Dahl's technical capabilities appear somewhat crude.

Apart from the First Legion and Atlas, all the details of the Rangdan Campaign had been erased from his memory. Horus, of course, couldn't understand it, but he vaguely remembered that there was indeed a room marked 11 in the Imperial Palace prison.

But while the two brothers were chatting, Omega, who was lying on the Operating Table receiving a lot of intravenous nutrition, slowly woke up. The first thing he said made people feel that this guy had a story.

"I, I, I'm going to scatter them!"

Due to the Primarch's special senses, Omega recognized the two men as his brothers at a glance, and even inhaled a couple of puffs of secondhand smoke.

Through Omega's explanation, the two finally learned what the kid had gone through. After listening, even Mordred couldn't help but sigh, "This kid is really unlucky!"

Like all Primarchs, Omega was also flung across the galaxy by the Warp storm, unlike his good brother Alpharius who landed directly at the laboratory entrance.

However, in other worlds where Primarchs fell, even Barbarus had native humans. Only Omega was thrown onto the Black sprouts' raiding ship.

What followed was rather abstract. Omega was adopted by the leader of the Kabal that Horus had defeated, and for the first five years, he lived a life as carefree as Guilliman.

But while his body was in Commorragh, his heart was with the Empire. Omega had already prepared to escape, but just as he was about to flee, a human ship suddenly fell from the sky and almost killed him.

The so-called leader of the Kabal never really treated Omega as a person; he only cultivated him as a tool.

If the Primarch had truly gone berserk, Omega might have escaped, but what can he do when he was nearly killed in the crash?

They were immediately imprisoned, subjected to nightly revelry, and had their blood drawn daily to be used as lab Little White.

Sometimes they are even used to entertain guests.

Upon hearing this, Mordred subconsciously swallowed.

"Did you even see which bastard hit you?"

"I don't know, but I remember it was a very, very big ship, especially the ram, which had a really silly smiley face painted on it."

"That's good! No, it's outrageous! Don't worry, now that your Second Brother is here, I'll make sure you don't suffer anymore. Leave this to me, I guarantee I'll get to the bottom of this."

Although he didn't know much about him, Omega could still sense the concern in his words, and he was sure that his brother, whom he had only met for less than five minutes, was a good person.

"Elder brother!"

"Little brother, you've suffered so much!"

The three brothers embraced and wept, a sight that would earn them praise for their brotherly love and harmony.

"Second Brother, I was just about to ask, are you very hot? Why are you sweating!"

Upon hearing this, Horus turned to look at Mordred, and indeed, as Omega had said, Mordred was sweating profusely.

"Really? It must be because the weather is too humid. It's the rainy season in Serenity right now, so it's normal for the air to be a bit humid. You should rest well and don't move around too much. I'll go call the Yellow Skins right now."

As the lab doors closed, Mordred immediately summoned his top Dog's Leg the Khan, through the Mind Network:

"Good boy, hurry up and get the Abomination moving, and remember to wash off the graffiti on the ram."