Recreating the Great Angel

Fabius was well aware of how blasphemous his actions were in the eyes of the Imperium of Man.

He also knew very well that Han Mingxuan's raids and robberies in the Warp were purely for the sake of humanity.

Based on the above information, Fabius's basic assessment of Han Mingxuan was that he was a high-end combatant of the Imperium of Man, or at the very least a Living Saint.

Or you could say he's on the same level as that Living Saint Chancellor who recently appeared in the Imperium of Man.

Fabius was a little slow to process the question Han Mingxuan was asking.

Fabius Bayer is the chief Apothecary of the Third Legion, and he has lived since the Great Crusade.

At that time, Emperors still roamed the earth, standing shoulder to shoulder with God-Emperor, striving for the glory and future of humankind.

That era was one where reason and technology shone brightly.

Similarly, he watched helplessly as the Imperium of Man descended into superstition and ignorance.

Based on this change in the Imperium of Man, Fabius judged Han Mingxuan to be a staunch believer in the God-Emperor, since those loyal to the Imperium of Man were generally like that.

But if the people of the Ecclesiarchy heard what he said, they would definitely clamor to have him burned at the stake.

"Sir, as you know, I've lived a long time and am somewhat hard of hearing."

"My father said, is your technology for Clone Primarch mature? Don't play dumb!" The Night Haunter looked coldly at Fabius.

A single glance from the Night Haunter sent Fabius shivering with Vengeful Spirit. Although the Night Haunter was now lucid, he was even more terrifying than he had been ten thousand years ago.

"Sir, I do indeed have a complete and mature solution for Primarch technology, but unfortunately, it's always lacking something."

Hearing the affirmative answer, Han Mingxuan nodded in satisfaction, and then dropped a bombshell.

"I'll make up for the missing parts. Now, I'm asking you, are you interested in creating Great Angel?"

Boom!

Han Mingxuan's words were like a nuclear bomb exploding in Fabius's mind.

Recreate the Great Angel!

In other words, he will become a Primarch's creator!

"Your idea is dangerous, Scions of Fulgrim," Corvus said coldly.

He could clearly see that what Fabius was thinking right now was absolutely insane.

"Please forgive my presumption, Your Primarch, but the Primarch's talk of a recreated Primarch is simply too appealing to a researcher like myself."

Recreate the Primarch.

These four words alone were enough to drive Fabius completely mad.

"The current situation is that, due to the Horus Heresy, the technology of the Imperium of Man has experienced a partial technological gap."

"The Emperor sits on the Golden Throne; his Psychic Power is so immense that few can withstand his guidance."

"I summoned you here simply so that the Emperor can guide you in your next task. Then, I need you to recreate the body of a Great Angel."

"Leave the rest to me, understand?"

"Understood! Rest assured, Your Excellency, I will do my utmost, even at the cost of my life, in this matter!"

To be able to conduct an experiment with the Emperor, and to co-create a Primarch.

This kind of treatment would be unprecedented, whether it happened ten thousand years ago or ten thousand years from now.

"Alright, that's enough for now. I'll take you to the Throne Room, where the Imperium Chancellor will receive you."

"Then you need to do the preliminary preparations; we'll talk about the rest when I get back."

"Yes."

As soon as Fabius finished speaking, Han Mingxuan threw him into the Throne Room.

Before Fabius could even get a good look at his surroundings, he felt a sharp pain all over his body as he appeared in the Throne Room.

He sided with Chaos, and now he faces the God-Emperor directly; it's impossible for him not to feel distressed.

"Mr. Han has given me more work to do, but that's fine too. The more people there are, the easier it is for me."

Upon hearing this voice, Fabius felt the power within him being sealed.

A strong sense of discomfort erupted within him, but it came and went quickly.

Before long, his discomfort completely disappeared, and he no longer felt any stinging pain. He opened his eyes and looked at the scene before him.

The God-Emperor remains the same.

A mummified corpse sits atop Golden Throne, burning day and night for the Imperium of Man.

Standing next to the Golden Throne was a man dressed in a dark blue suit.

Fabius knew this person.

The current Chancellor of the Imperium of Man, the most powerful Living Saint.

"You seem to be in good spirits. I'm sure Mr. Han has already explained what you need to do next. I'm just handling the coordination. Do you have any further questions?"

"That's all, Chancellor Excellency. Let's begin as soon as possible."

"Alright, whatever resources you need, just ask Magnus and Mortarion for them."

Magnus?

Isn't that the Daemon Prince, the Lord of Changes?

And Mortarion?

If his memory serves him correctly, then it must be the Daemon Primarch of the Grandfather.

Why would this Chancellor of the Imperium of Man mention these two Daemon Primarch?

Could it be that there's something wrong with this Chancellor?

Or has the Imperium of Man actually been conquered by the Gods of the Warp?

His question could only remain in his mind, because the moment it surfaced, Sinleech had already thrown him into the Administratum.

Fabius fell to the ground, dazed and confused. When he looked up again, he saw an angry Magnus.

The other party was indeed very angry, because the Psychic Power flames behind him were burning continuously.

Despite his anger, he didn't stop working; he continued handling government affairs.

"Dear..."

"Since you're Space Marine, then help me finish approving today's documents first."

"My lord, I have been sent by the Chancellor to assist in the allocation of supplies."

Bang!

No sooner had Fabius finished speaking than Magnus punched him.

"Of course I know you're here to allocate supplies, otherwise why do you think I have such a heavy workload today!"

"Resurrection Sanguinius, you make it sound so easy. How many resources would the entire Imperium of Man need to mobilize to Resurrection a Primarch? All the paperwork approvals are stuck with me. Do you think it's easy for me?!"

"Since you're here to allocate resources, you're in charge of everything related to the Resurrection of Sanguinius. Get to work now!"

Thus, Fabius, who was originally only responsible for allocating supplies, was immediately requisitioned by Magnus.

The coming period will be the most painful time of Fabius's entire life.

Although he desperately wanted to ask why this Daemon Prince had been brought to work in the Administratum, he didn't have time to ask.

Magnus wished he could be split into nine pieces.

Finally, after the last document for the material coordination was approved, Fabius collapsed to the ground, foaming at the mouth.

Magnus didn't even look at him, and kicked him away.

"There's another part of the process with Mortarion; you'll have to go find him yourself."

This was the last thing Fabius heard before Suan Membrane were activated, but his state of suspended animation did not last long.

When he woke up, he was acutely aware that he had been drugged.

As the chief Apothecary of the Third Legion, Fabius himself had an extremely keen sense for medicine.

It was obvious that the person who forcibly woke him up was a master in the use of medicine, and then he found out who this master was.

"Fabius, you can use the resources, but you'll have to clean up the mess yourself."

Without a doubt, this person is Mortarion.

Fabius sensed the extremely low pressure emanating from Mortarion, as well as the Scythe beside him.

There was also a massive amount of approval work already prepared for him.

Fabius: What a fucking monstrosity!