The cold voice rang out again, mercilessly laying bare the brutal truth from another world—utterly dark, utterly tragic.
The Technocrats eventually discovered the special use of Corax's blood and made it into a serum, one that could spare the Slave Labor who worked day after day in The Pit from the possibility of mutation. But it also brought about something else.
The slaves injected with the serum would constantly see visions of Corax imprisoned and tortured, and personally experience all those horrific experiments.
Many went mad and launched rebellions without the slightest hesitation. After several uprisings, the Technocrats had no choice but to abandon the serum in disappointment. So they continued their research on Number Nineteen, hoping to magnify the serum's benefits and eliminate its side effects. However, their sweet dream could only last until this point.
The Imperium's armies came to this planet. The Emperor of Mankind arrived on this planet accompanied by his son, Horus Lupercal, and with a vast fleet.
According to the intelligence department's analysis, traces of a Primarch existed here. However, when The Emperor of Mankind arrived, he found that the people here were not under the leadership of a Primarch.
After the Technocrats held several humble talks, they submitted, but also craftily put forward conditions—they could return Corax, that was, Number Nineteen, and they could also join the Imperium of Man, but they demanded autonomy.
The Emperor of Mankind agreed. But he did not know one thing: when the Technocrats brought him to the operating table where Number Nineteen was imprisoned and called him "it," Corax was not completely unconscious. He possessed a tiny bit of awareness, and thus clearly heard The Emperor of Mankind's words.
Cold words.
"Number Nineteen. I have been searching for him for a very long time."
"It has suffered