Inside an orbital support cruiser under the new Thunder Warrior Legion.
Living Saint Celestine had already brought Clone Angron back. It proved that her decision not to stay and fight Khârn had been absolutely wise, because by the time she followed the guidance of her faith and delivered Clone Angron to the cruiser for treatment, he was already on the verge of death.
Even a Primarch on the verge of death could still move and think, but he truly stood at death's door.
"Begin emergency treatment procedures!"
"All unauthorized personnel, leave the medical bay!"
Bandis issued orders to the Thunder Warriors.
The sealed hatch of the emergency room slowly closed. Disinfectant spread through the entire chamber as medical Iron Men, implanted with countless medical disciplines and put through innumerable treatment simulations, approached the clone Primarch and began treating the many horrific wounds covering his body in the most appropriate ways.
Meanwhile, outside the medical bay, Qin Mo and the Emperor stood before the window, observing Clone Angron's condition.
"Can his arm be restored?" Qin Mo shifted his gaze away from Angron's severed arm and looked at the Emperor, who was currently possessing Vanessa.
The Emperor was still in his fused state, the human part of his will merged with another powerful will that was not so powerful it would instantly burn the vessel to death.
This version of the Emperor always gave Qin Mo a cold feeling. It perfectly matched the aloof Emperor in his memory, distant and poor at expressing himself.
"Even for a clone Primarch... no." The Emperor slowly shook his head.
As he watched the cloned child he had repeatedly aided, the Emperor showed no expression at all, as though he were looking at a tool.
He was so indifferent that it made one wonder whether