Are you questioning the Emperor?

"Hiss, hiss, hiss~ Sun Mushroom?!"

Francis rubbed his chin incessantly, lost in thought as he stared at a large, cyan-blue mushroom inside the incubation chamber.

He hadn't expected the synthesized result to not only be non-humanoid but to cross the boundary into the fungal kingdom.

This mushroom could breathe rhythmically, constantly absorbing light, and as long as it was chopped up, every single fragment could grow back into a complete mushroom.

Clearly.

The new organism based on the ork blueprint was a failure.

What Francis wanted most was the ork's "Waaagh" ability, but it was evident that under the genetic fusion, the new individual had lost that capacity.

However, it didn't matter; he had also designed another biological weapon.

Unlike the mushroom, this weapon was more like a mass of dead flesh.

Sss!

The chamber door opened, and Francis took out that mass of flesh.

He suddenly felt a stinging sensation at the back of his head, and it wasn't until he turned around that he realized Constantin had summoned several Adeptus Custodes, who looked ready to storm in at any moment.

"Uh~ relax, I'm familiar with this thing."

Francis decisively slapped the flesh onto his arm, and immediately, the flesh began to breathe, frantically absorbing the energy from the light and expanding until it enveloped Francis's entire arm.

A black-green arm, covered in pale stripes, grew two barrel-like shapes at the forearm as it breathed, and then the flesh at the palm surged and shifted into bone-like, sharp claws.

Francis gave a light swipe, and the table, made of sturdy ceramite, was sliced clean in half.

Following that, he controlled the barrels on his forearm to squirm, then suddenly contracted them to spray a large amount of green mucus, which began to corrode the table.

"Ha! It's a success! I name this equipment—the Biomechanical Armored Gauntlet with Two Tubes!"

"What do you think?"

Francis proudly announced his latest creation, but instead of praise or gasps of awe, he was met with a terrifying silence.

When he turned his head again, he saw that even more Sisters of Silence had arrived outside, and everyone was standing at the ready.

"...That's a bit much, isn't it?" Francis wanted to say something more, but he heard Constantin's icy voice. "Lord Number Eleven, we have no choice; you are truly dangerous."

While Francis was stunned, with a clang, the Sisters of Silence, clad in dark gold armor, had already drawn their executioner greatswords.

Francis: "..."

"Uh, I didn't say I was going to kill you guys, don't get excited!"

As he spoke, he unequipped the gauntlet, pulling out a pile of strange, transparent mucus.

He couldn't stand staying in this godforsaken place for even one more day; playing the role of a well-behaved child was truly exhausting...

When the gauntlet was placed into a black box and sent out, it gradually regressed into a mass of flesh due to the lack of light.

"What is this?" Everyone gathered around, looking puzzled.

Francis rubbed his nose and said with some embarrassment, "Hehe, this gauntlet needs light to function; it turns back into its original form in places without light."

Everyone: "..."

Seeing the disgusted expressions on their faces, Francis immediately emphasized, "My gauntlet doesn't need power sources, it's pure, natural light energy! And it can even automatically repair itself after being damaged, okay!"

Everyone: "..."

Fine.

Francis had to admit that this weapon had a tiny, little flaw.

Suddenly.

Francis seemed to think of something and hurriedly subjected the mushroom in the incubation chamber to secondary processing, involving multiple steps such as crushing, dilution, targeting, and extraction.

A bottle of green liquid appeared in Francis's hand, and he looked at Constantin with a smile. "Hehe. Constantin, do you want to taste my newly brewed strong liquor?"

Clearly.

They didn't dare to gamble on whether they would die after drinking it.

"Marshal, if there is nothing else, we will be taking our leave."

"That's right, our original duties still need to be attended to."

The Adeptus Custodes wore serious expressions; since Francis's experiment was over, they indeed had reason to return to their original posts.

"Mm, go ahead."

Receiving Constantin's response, the Sisters of Silence also nodded and left with the other Adeptus Custodes.

"Uh, don't worry, this bottle of liquor isn't poisonous."

Francis scratched his head, coincidentally tossing his flowing blue hair a few times.

Constantin: "..."

Well, that was that; Constantin turned and walked away with a dark face, leaving behind an embarrassed Francis, still holding the medicine bottle in his hand.

Time spent daydreaming always passes in a flash.

Clang!

Half an hour had passed before he knew it, and at the sound, Francis looked up toward the doorway.

Constantin was just preparing to leave the dungeon.

However, he promptly bumped into someone, and the potion he was carrying nearly fell to the floor.

Just as Constantin was about to fly into a rage, he felt a chill, and with every breath, he could feel a faint coolness in his lungs.

"Constantin, why are you in such a rush? Father sent me here to find the Eleventh Primarch; do you know where he is?"

Looking up at the man, Constantin took a deep breath and said calmly, "At the end of the dungeon."

Then, he left the other man with a dashing golden back view.

The other man: ???

Tap, tap, tap~

This person's footsteps were clearly heavier than Constantin's, the sound echoing throughout the dungeon.

On the stone walls on both sides were countless doors, many of which had their symbols scratched out, as if they were Pandora's boxes.

They beckoned the passerby to open them, yet once opened, what awaited them might be nothing but destruction.

Gradually, he reached the end of the dungeon.

He saw a beautiful man, and if he had to describe him, it would be—pure and innocent!

Although Francis was currently picking his nose, in the man's eyes, even the act of picking his nose was filled with an artistic aura.

Sizz~

It seemed something had struck the psychic barrier, and Francis turned his head to look.

A burly, robust man stood outside the door, with a thick mane of golden hair, clad in silver-white power armor with gold stripes, decorated with wolf head and wolf tooth ornaments.

In Francis's mind, what stood there was not a man, but a ferocious giant wolf.

A wolf king standing at the peak of the pack under the pale moonlight!

"Leman Russ!" Francis couldn't help but mutter.

"It seems you have recovered quite well." Leman Russ nodded.

"Sixth Brother, why are you here? Holy crap, you aren't planning to, are you?" When he first saw the Wolf King in person, Francis had been quite excited.

However.

Suddenly, he remembered that the Wolf King had participated in the purge of his own Legion's personnel.

Perhaps the person who had beaten him into a critical state and placed him in a sarcophagus was him!

And now, he had come again!

"Sixth Brother?"

Leman Russ wore a strange expression; he felt that Francis seemed different from before.

Yet, he felt much more approachable, and he had originally been somewhat afraid to face Francis because of what had happened previously.

"That's not it. I received instructions from Father to come and find you."

Hearing the other man say this, Francis pondered for a moment and seemed to understand what it was about.

"Is it about Magnus? What did you do?"

Leman Russ was shocked; it turned out that what Father said about Francis gaining the ability of prophecy was true!

"That's right! Magnus did not heed the order to return to Terra, and the whole sequence of events is like this..."