Although he thinks he knows enough about life, many times he feels strange to himself.
For example, why did he come back here? When Fabius returned to his childhood home in Ingolstadt, the sun hanging in the sky of Terra was gradually setting, and the night was announced with the rising of the moon.
its presence.
There are still traces of sweat and mud left on his body from the afternoon training. This is a test that every noble boy must undergo. From the time he is sensible, in addition to learning knowledge, it is also very important to practice martial arts.
But now he is still a beginner, and he is not interested in it.
After class every day, he would quietly trek to a secret "laboratory" on the steep hills south of the manor. Although he was exhausted by that time and might fall to the ground at any time, he was still very knowledgeable about biology.
There is an incredible obsession with learning knowledge.
He prefers scalpels to swords, and rats that can reveal the secrets of life to obedient servants.
But it didn't seem to work today. His face was swollen. This was a lesson from his father's anger. Because of his clumsy and unfamiliar martial arts, as the son of a knight captain, he should be outstanding.
It's just that he clearly disappointed his father.
So after returning to the manor, he did not eat, but went to the roof, where he would quietly stare at the sky, stretching his neck to look at the shining stars above, which would give him a deep and lasting sense of mission.
"If there's any chance, I can do it."
Fabius murmured to himself and stretched out his hand as if to grasp the stars.
"I must do it....They are all fools."
Then, he woke up.
The famous pharmacist of the Third Legion lay quietly for a while, trying to find out what noise disturbed his sleep.
But whatever it was, it had entered the cell without even leaving an echo.
Fabius, who was wearing simple prison uniform, slowly sat up. This room was terrifyingly dark, but it was not a structure of spiritual bones. Obviously someone knew him very well and knew that he was familiar with such things as spiritual bones. The entire room was made up of a structure.
A kind of black cold rock, the well-informed Fabius guessed that this might be the so-called "black stone", a special material that can isolate subspace, and seems to come from a non-living race, the Necrons.
Fabius is an expert in biology, but he has no research on materials science, including physics. He does not hate machinery, but he is not proficient in it. He can make some small tools.
It was indeed smart to choose to imprison him with something like this.
Being imprisoned in a completely lightless environment for nearly a year is enough to drive most people crazy, but Fabius has encountered far worse situations than this, at least it has not exceeded the limit of his tolerance so far.
He sat on his cold metal bed, seemed to be facing the visitor, and said relaxedly:
"At least light a candle."
With a snap of the fingers, the black stone cell was filled with warm light, and the light came from two floating balls.
Fabius blinked to adjust to the light, and now he could see clearly who was coming.
A tall giant with a standard Astartes body outline, a solemn and handsome face, shiny skin, black eyes, and short, straight hair. Although the color of his robes is simple and low-key, it is made of
Woven from the finest Ada void satin, the workmanship is exquisite but not ostentatious.
What's more important is his appearance, from which Fabius glimpsed countless secrets, and a game that might allow him to show off his skills was placed in front of him.
"Who are you?"
Suddenly, the giant asked in a deep voice, and Fabius replied softly:
"My name is Fabius."
With a contemptuous laugh, Soshyan said coldly:
"Why do you prove that you are Fabius? There are many Fabius in the galaxy. Who is the real one?"
Fabius raised the corners of his mouth slightly.
"We are all."
Soshyan narrowed his eyes.
"How do I know if I'm talking to a clone with an independent mind or if I'm talking to Fabius himself."
"These are irrelevant. Everyone is Fabius, and everyone has his or her own experience. But the real Fabius in your mouth is already dead."
"What a hopeless lunatic, but you lied, spider... you are not dead, you are hiding in the web you weaved, the web weaved by the knowledge of the soul bones stolen from Ada."
"Well, from Ada..."
Fabius curled his lips in a very humane manner.
"Captain Soshiyan, it seems that the gentle land of the Eldar Queen has given you some kind of belonging. Although I also appreciate their art and flesh and blood skills, I have to say that this is a bit... too funny.
Already."
Soshyan walked aside, and suddenly Fabius was strangled by a huge force and lifted into the air, while his original bed began to melt and deform, and eventually turned into a huge chair.
The moment Soshyan sat on the chair, Fabius fell heavily and coughed hard. An obvious bruise appeared on his neck.
"Spider, don't act arrogant in front of me. That loser Fulgrim doesn't dare to kill you, but I dare. If death can't make you afraid, then I have other ways to control you, such as the dimensional prison of the Necrontyr.
, that’s a great place, where you have endless time to think about the past.”
Fabius knelt on the ground on all fours, gasped for a moment, straightened up, and sat back on the ground.
"This is not psychic..."
He touched his neck, his voice was hoarse, but his eyes were burning. This was not a question, but a longing for something unknown.
"...No wonder Fulgrim is also afraid of your power. What is the so-called gray marrow? What is the secret of the disappeared legion and the original body?"
"That's easy to say, but what can you tell me?"
Fabius gently brushed the withered white hair on the back of his head and said slowly:
"Your Highness the Phoenix King, could you please give me some food to fill my empty stomach?"
Soshyan stared at him and nodded slightly after a moment.
"good."
Within thirty seconds, the door of the black stone cage opened, and a group of Eldar soldiers wearing armor walked in. A low table appeared in front of Fabius, and then a delicious and sumptuous meal appeared on the small table.
Steaming hot.
Fabius didn't notice anyone else. He rubbed his palms and moved closer to the food. On one of the plates was a deliciously roasted aquatic animal from the wild world. The skin was roasted until it gave off a unique golden brilliance. On the next plate, there was
It was a few thick slices of Megalodon meat dripping with brown honey juice, opened and roasted shellfish, unique root vegetables, a cold bowl of vegetables and fruits, and a pot