Chapter 187: It's Broken, Forget About Him!
With the birth of the Wheat Ork, Francis subsequently developed various crops of Orks, such as Grape Orks, Spinach Orks, and Tomato Orks.
Due to Cadia's immediate proximity to the Eye of Terror and the constant influence of Warp energy all around them, the crop yield of the Orks far exceeded that of other regions across the Imperium.
Therefore, a large number of abandoned planets were carefully introduced into orbit around the Eye of Terror, and to fully utilize their value, Francis officially issued the Ork Decree.
A Fubing management system was introduced throughout the region. All Ork crop planets would serve for crop production during peacetime, but when enemies emerged suddenly from the Eye of Terror, all Orks must immediately participate in combat without hesitation.
In just two Terra years, all hive cities in the entire Cadia region solved their food and clothing problems completely.
The Supreme Celestial Divine Salvation Authority Emperor Church almost completely occupied the Cadia region, with many Corpse Starch Cultists converting willingly.
Carefully studying the detailed reports in his hand, Francis realized he had finally established a solid foothold in this region.
Although he didn't know where his original homeworld was located, this place wasn't bad as a second homeworld for him. Since logistics and resources were guaranteed fully, it was time for him to relax properly.
"Time to clock out completely!" Francis thought happily, closing the lab data files. Why risk his life unnecessarily for research?
Unfortunately, fate had other plans for him, and the Ork phone rang again loudly.
Peru~ Peru~Peru~
After the call connected, Dorn's voice came through clearly.
"Francis, are you available right now? I want you to take us directly to a Forge World. The Warp storm is a strong right now in this sector..."
Hearing this request, Francis immediately understood the situation and drove the Battle Moon carefully to transport the Imperial Fists Legion to the planet destination.
He tearfully earned five super-heavy tanks in payment, which was already the sixtieth-plus transaction this year alone.
Not only them specifically, but even Legions like the Ultramarines, Salamanders, and Raven Guard had sought him out repeatedly. It was simply a no-cost, high-profit business operation.
If it weren't for the unreliability of the Ork Boyz entirely, he would have started an Imperial Uber service long ago without hesitation.
It was only now that he clearly understood why the Navigators had historically rebelled. If this business were monopolized entirely, it would be far too profitable!
As he walked out of the lab quickly, he heard Sarpedon shout loudly. "My Lord! Fabius has fled here to this region, and the Grey Knights and the original Emperor's Children have all pursued him directly!"
Fabius?
It had been a long time since he heard that particular name. Francis even felt a bit nostalgic about it.
"Beat up these Grey Knights thoroughly and let them go afterward!"
"As for these rotten apples specifically, kill them all completely and send them to the Ork Planet for fertilizer immediately." As his voice fell completely...
...
On a planet in the Cadia system.
The Noise Marines' armor shimmered brilliantly with dazzling light, covered in mutated totems everywhere, permeated with an endless aura of Chaos corruption.
Their eyes were agitated and intensely excited, clearly revealing an extreme desire for Melusine's unique charm.
"She doesn't belong to you at all!" A Noise Marine shouted in a chilling voice. "She belongs to Chaos entirely; she is ours completely!"
The Grey Knights were clearly unmoved by the Noise Marine's provocation entirely and responded coldly in return.
"She belongs to the Imperium officially, to the Inquisition directly. If she truly is a mutant creature, then she is a product of Chaos corruption and must be destroyed immediately!"
Just as they were fighting around Fabius and his daughter desperately, suddenly the sky turned completely dark.
Dozens of mass-produced Soul Drinker No. 1s surrounded them, their surroundings filled with fleshy armor featuring huge eyes and countless tentacles.
The Noise Marines prepared to counterattack with their destructive sonic weapons immediately. However, the Soul Drinker No. 1s' enslavement tentacles had already attached to their heads firmly, instantly leaving them all stunned in place completely.
Meanwhile, the Grey Knights, flipping through their manuals frantically, couldn't find the daemon prototype for Soul Drinker No. 1 anywhere.
When they used their blessed weapons against them, they also didn't achieve the expected effect at all. Even if they managed to break the opponent's tentacles successfully, they would quickly regrow immediately.
And when they stared directly into the large eyes before them, they still felt a distinct physical stiffening. They watched this scene in astonishment, completely, shouting.
"What's going on here? Aren't they daemons clearly? How is this possible at all?"
How could such strangely shaped fleshy giants not be daemons, obviously?
And the operator inside Soul Drinker No. 1 said calmly, "Don't struggle either way. What if the Primarch comes later and takes you to the lab for experiments directly?"
"You'll be finished completely! Just take your beating obediently right now. The Primarch will definitely let you go afterward."
The Grey Knights: "..."
Before long, they arrived at the scene directly.
Francis's first glance fell on the withered old man before him, whose armor was rusty and worn, his face pale and drawn, and his eyes filled with anxiety and despair.
When he saw Francis approaching, he shouted, his voice trembling with an unprecedented tremor.
"Lord Francis, I beg you sincerely! Save my daughter immediately!" He even clung directly to Francis's leg tightly, giving the impression that he would die if Francis didn't agree to help.
Following the direction of Fabius's finger carefully, Francis saw his daughter standing there.
She stood there quietly and still, slender and graceful, like a blossoming, proud flower before him, her clothing seemingly fragile and delicate, revealing a hint of delicacy underneath.
She was Fabius's daughter, specifically...Melusine.
She was incredibly beautiful to behold, with long golden hair, bright as sunlight itself, gently cascading over her shoulders elegantly.
Her face was exquisite and refined, her features almost entirely perfect, as delicate and elegant as a masterpiece of sculpture. Her eyes were naturally as deep as a lake, yet a trace of melancholy and helplessness was clearly hidden within them. Her lips curved slightly upward, a faint smile, but it carried a deep sense of powerlessness, making anyone who saw it feel pity immediately.
Instantly, Francis raised an eyebrow curiously, turned to Fabius directly, and said plainly.
"Is this really your daughter biologically? You're as ugly as a shriveled cucumber entirely. How did she grow up so exquisite like this?"
Fabius: "..."
But this displeased Melusine visibly. She frowned slightly, her voice soft and low, like a gentle breeze rippling across water calmly.
"Lord Francis, I really am truly my father's daughter!"
Hearing this directly, Francis's eyes flickered with shock clearly, and he asked with a trembling voice, "Fabius, tell me honestly. How old is she really?"
"Eight years old exactly, physically around 18-20 years old!" Fabius scratched his nose nervously and said quietly.
"Hiss," Francis gasped audibly. "Hooo." This development was a little weird!
At this moment specifically, the bound Grey Knight loudly said clearly.
"My Lord, this creature is a female Astartes specifically! She must be handed over to the Inquisition for judgment immediately."
"She is a mutated Astartes, clearly." The Grey Knight's voice was deep and cold, carrying unquestionable authority. "Although she looks like a female outwardly, we know she must be a legacy contaminated by Chaos corruption. She must face judgment officially."
Francis frowned deeply, feeling a tug on his body, and turned to see Fabius shaking his head repeatedly and desperately.
This genuinely surprised Francis. So Fabius also understood love truly!
"Hmm, it's certainly very dangerous indeed!"
"Tell Malcador directly...this arduous task is entrusted to me personally!" Hearing this declaration, the Grey Knight still wanted to say something more, but before he could speak further, he was led away firmly.
Taking Fabius and his daughter back to the ship immediately, Francis didn't speak the entire way back.
Fabius felt extremely anxious internally. He didn't know what the other party was thinking exactly, or rather, he didn't dare to imagine what the other party wanted to do ultimately.
Suddenly, Francis's voice sounded clear. "Your blight hasn't healed yet completely, has it? I remember you were still looking for a way to achieve immortality desperately."
A trace of memory flickered in Fabius's eyes distantly. That was when he was with the Emperor's Children Legion. Thinking of this sadly, he said faintly. "Yes, unfortunately! If absolutely necessary, I will have to search the Drukhari territory for a solution desperately."
Francis assured him, "Then you don't need to look anymore. I've already created a method to prolong life successfully. Do you want to try it now?"
Hearing this offer, Fabius's eyes instantly lit up brightly, and he growled emotionally, "My Lord, I...I am...!"
"I thank you sincerely on behalf of the Emperor's Children! If Lord Fulgrim knew about this, he would surely be delighted indeed!" Francis took the other party's words as a joke casually, then suddenly muttered something quietly.
"Fulgrim..." Suddenly, he remembered clearly!
He seemed to have captured Fulgrim previously and kept him imprisoned until now, completely!
Francis ran out in a flash quickly, shouting as he ran hastily. "Go find Sarpedon; he will arrange things for you properly. From now on, you can stay here in peace and safety."
Seeing this scene unfold, Melusine's beautiful face showed a clear hint of confusion.
"Father, can he... will he really protect us adequately?"
Fabius lovingly stroked her head gently, saying with a kind expression warmly, "Don't worry at all. With Lord Francis here, you won't feel any danger from the outside world at all."
"If there is ever any, please remember this. Never agree to his research on you personally. Never enter his lab willingly. Here specifically, as long as you stay away from Lord Francis, you are completely safe!"
Melusine: "....."
...
In the monastery on Terra.
Sanguinius remained in his meteorite form, sleeping deeply, surrounded by a golden glow radiating outward.
Just then, a squad of Grey Knights rushed toward them. They wanted to forcibly take Sanguinius away!
In their opinion, he was entirely too strange. He was no longer humanoid at all! And the powerful psychic energy surrounding him constantly was simply like the king of daemons himself.
Outside the temple where Sanguinius slept peacefully, Captain Raldoron, the First Captain of the Blood Angels Legion, stood tall and firm. His gaze remained calm and resolute, completely. When he saw the Grey Knights approaching them, his brow furrowed deeply, and he made a decision almost immediately without hesitation.
"You cannot take him away," Captain Raldoron's voice was firm and decisive, full of authority. He stepped forward deliberately, blocking the Grey Knights' path entirely, exuding an overwhelming aura around him.
The Blood Angels behind him immediately formed a tight defensive line, quickly, ready for battle.
The Grey Knight's eyes were sharp and focused as he said firmly, "These are all the Grand Master's orders directly! We must obey them!"
"He is the Emperor's blood, a hero of our Imperium!" Captain Raldoron's voice grew even more resolute and powerful, his inner anger surging intensely.
"Lord Sanguinius will always be the soul of the Blood Angels forever, whether he is sleeping or awake ultimately."
The Grey Knights' blades glinted in the air threateningly, their eyes unyielding.
Both sides were at loggerheads, tensions running high, and conflict could erupt at any moment.
[End of Chapter]