He Will Help You

With these, his "new human" project could take a big step forward.

He can even create beings stronger than the Primarch.

"And the Adeptus Custodes."

He suddenly said.

Trazyn looked at him:

"What?"

A glint of greed flashed in Fabius's eyes:

"Don't you have twelve Adeptus Custodes samples? I need to use them. Temporarily."

Trazyn remained silent for a moment.

Twelve Adeptus Custodes.

That was one of his most treasured collections.

But for Guilliman —it's worth it.

"Can."

He said.

Fabius smiled.

That smile contained satisfaction, anticipation, and a hint of—mad excitement.

"Make a deal."

He reached out his hand.

Trazyn also extended his hand.

The hands of the two "collectors" are clasped together.

Between that eerie green light and deathly pale skin, a conspiracy powerful enough to shake the Milky Way was born.

Over the next few hours, the two had in-depth discussions about the details of the collaboration.

Trazyn showed Fabius the sealed state of Dorn.

The golden figure remained motionless in the Stasis Field, but the burning anger in its eyes could be felt even across four-dimensional space.

Fabius stood before that position, staring at Dorn for a long time.

His eyes were filled with greed.

"Perfect structure."

He murmured:

"Muscle density, bone strength, nerve reaction speed—everything is perfect."

He turned his head and looked at Trazyn:

"I need at least three days to fully understand it. After three days, I can create a preliminary controller that can temporarily suppress his will and make him obey simple commands."

Trazyn nodded:

"Three days. Okay."

Fabius continued:

"But you must understand, that's the Primarch. The controller's effect lasts for a few hours at most. Once his will begins to resist, it will weaken more and more."

A thoughtful look flashed in Trazyn's eyes:

"A few hours... that should be enough."

Fabius looked at him:

"Do you have a plan?"

Trazyn smiled:

"Certainly."

He walked to the control panel, stretched out his finger, and drew a pale green light pattern in the air.

In that light image, the star map of the Milky Way appeared, along with countless twinkling points of light.

"Guilliman will be leaving Terra soon for Macragge."

He said:

"This is a pattern I deduced from the intelligence. Every so often, he goes there to pay respects to his adoptive parents."

Fabius nodded:

"I've heard of that place. The Tomb of Macragge."

Trazyn continued:

"There are no heavy guards there. Guilliman doesn't like to be disturbed at times like that. He'll go alone, with maybe a few attendants at most."

His finger tapped where Macragge was:

"This is our opportunity."

A flicker of excitement flashed in Fabius's eyes:

"You want to take action there?"

Trazyn shook his head:

"No. That's Guilliman's place of sorrow. If we make a move there, he'll be enraged. An enraged Guilliman is a hundred times more terrifying than a calm Guilliman."

His finger traced an arc in the void near Macragge:

"We need to make our move on his way back to Terra. In the Warp."

Fabius paused for a moment:

"Warp? That's the territory of Chaos."

Trazyn smiled:

"Precisely because it was Chaos ' territory, he wouldn't have imagined that someone would ambush him there."

A cold glint flashed in his eyes:

"I will have Dorn wait for him in the Warp. The battle between the two Primarch will cause massive energy fluctuations. Those fluctuations will obscure our presence."

Fabius remained silent for a moment.

Then, he slowly nodded:

"Theoretically... it's feasible."

He looked at Trazyn:

"But there's a problem: will Dorn listen to us?"

Trazyn gazed at the golden figure standing still in the Stasis Field:

He won't.

He said:

"But his body will."

Three days passed in the blink of an eye.

In Fabius's laboratory, Dorn was released from the Stasis Field.

But he didn't move.

He wore a huge metal device on his head.

The device was covered with complex circuits and runes, emitting a faint blue light.

That was the result of Fabius's three days of non-stop work— the Primarch Psychic Suppressor.

Dorn's eyes remained open.

But the anger in his eyes was temporarily suppressed.

Instead, there was an empty calm.

Fabius stood before him and, with a thin needle, drew a vial of blood from his neck.

The blood was golden, shimmering faintly in the syringe.

"Perfect."

Fabius murmured:

"What a perfect gene sequence..."

He turned his head and looked at Trazyn:

When do you need him?

Trazyn glanced at Dorn, then at the distant void:

"Now."

Fabius nodded.

He walked up to Dorn and whispered something in his ear.

A flicker of emotion crossed Dorn's eyes, but he quickly regained his composure.

Then, he moved.

The golden figure slowly turned around and walked towards the gate.

Every step was steady and powerful.

Every step carried immense power.

Trazyn watched his retreating figure, a hint of satisfaction flashing in his eyes.

"It's a pleasure working with you, Fabius."

He said.

Fabius was studying the vial of blood, without turning his head:

"Don't forget your promise. Guilliman's genetic sample, and the Adeptus Custodes's sample."

Trazyn smiled:

"Rest assured."

His figure slowly dissipated in the eerie green light.

Only Fabius and his test tube remained.

And in that test tube—golden, eternal light.

At the same time.

Countless light-years away.

Guilliman stood in a sea of flowers.

That was the most beautiful place in Macragge —at least it used to be.

Today, this place has been transformed into a cemetery, specifically for the burial of heroes who made significant contributions to Ultramar.

But at this moment, he was all alone.

The sea of flowers swayed gently in the breeze; the blossoms were pale purple, a variety said to have been planted by Guilliman's foster mother.

Their flowering period is long, blooming almost year-round, adding a touch of gentleness to this solemn cemetery.

Guilliman was dressed in simple casual clothes, without his iconic Primarch armor.

He stood there, in front of two tombstones in the middle of the sea of flowers.

The tombstone is very simple.

Ordinary white stone, ordinary lettering, an ordinary home.

The inscription on the left tombstone reads:

Konor Guilliman

Macragge Archon

adoptive father

The inscription on the tombstone on the right reads:

"Tarasha Euten"

Mother of Macragge

foster mother

Guilliman stood there, motionless for a long time.

The wind blew through the sea of flowers, ruffling his hair and the pale purple petals.

He remembered many things.

Konor Guilliman died when Guilliman was a teenager.

That was before Guilliman officially became the Primarch and before he took command of the Ultramarines Legion.

The death of his adoptive father was the first heavy blow in young Guilliman's life.

Konor Guilliman did not die in the war, nor in the rebellion.

He died protecting Guilliman, who was still a child, during a political assassination attempt against the Macragge Archon.

He shielded the fatal attack with his own body.

That day, young Guilliman experienced the pain of losing a loved one for the first time.

On that very day, he made a vow to protect Macragge, to protect Ultramar, and to protect the future of humanity.

Konor's death prematurely etched a heavy sense of responsibility into Guilliman's soul.