Chapter 2742 Pseudo-scientific superstitious people
"This is not pride, it is more like hysteria, like a hover car driving the wrong way in the lane, but the driver inside thinks that all vehicles except himself are going the wrong way."
Halfway through, Soshyan laughed himself, put his left elbow on his knee, and leaned forward slightly.
"Fabius, you talk so much about gods and humans, how much do you know about the subspace? How much do you know about what has happened to it? Do you understand the nature of this sea of consciousness that you think of? Do you know it?
How was it formed? Do you know what residents it once had? You think you are a real 'human', so how much do you know about humans? Apart from the bones and blood vessels that your scalpel lets you know,
Apart from nerves and genes, how much do you know about the hidden history of human beings? Do you know what decisive events have happened in the past 40,000 years of human beings, and what kind of extraordinary and holy people have been born? Do you really understand the limits that "human beings" can reach?
?You say you yearn for the Emperor, and you know him very well? Do you know how he came and how he became the master of mankind? Do you know who he was once and what he is now? You talk about agnosticism,
But agnosticism does not mean ignorance, and you, a spider with only a pair of small eyes, just talk nonsense about things you know nothing about, so I will not refute you, because ignorant remarks are not worth refuting."
Fabius narrowed his eyes slightly and slowly held the hand on his knee. No one had ever dared to ridicule his ignorance so directly. The point was that he had no way to retaliate. He had encountered extremely arrogant blood actors.
Sect Master, and the other party’s remarks were just ridiculous in his eyes.
But Fabius couldn't speak to this man, because he could realize that what the other person said was true, and that the other person knew many secrets and truths that he had never dared to imagine in the past.
Why is this happening...
"You claim to be a rational scholar, but in my eyes there is no difference between you and the Word Bearers and others. The only difference is that they are superstitious about the existence that can give them power, and what you are superstitious about is just your wishful thinking. You are trying to
In a sea of 'ignorance', you catch a fish called 'truth', but unfortunately you can only catch a squid called 'delusion', and you have to have ink sprayed on your face. At that time, you will just lament your luck.
Unfortunately, I have seen too many things like yours. You think science can explain everything, but do you know what science is? Just playing with a few instruments counts as science? Those greenskins are all scientists.
"
Soshyan paused, then pointed his right index finger at the other party.
"Fabius, do you understand the real general operating rules of this universe? Do you have any objective explanation for the world you live in based on testable observations? You don't, all your knowledge
None of it is based on science. Just like the imperial truths of the past, it is just a cover-up. Your so-called rationality is based on wishful thinking from the beginning, so the science you firmly believe in is just pseudoscience without objectivity. Your
The only thing you can think about is superstition. Other chaotic bastards are superstitious about destroying the gods, but you are superstitious about yourself, but you are not a powerful person, you are just a monster created by pseudoscience, so the road becomes more and more twists and turns. Look,
If you pretend to have great supernatural powers, you will accomplish nothing."
Fabius's cheeks twitched. He was indeed angry. If he were in other places, he would definitely teach the other party a lesson with his torture tools.
But here, he would be the only one who would be punished, so he could only answer in a muffled voice:
"I only focus on my own career and field...I have no intention to study irrelevant fields. No one can know everything. You also know nothing about genes and biology. You are just a naughty boy in front of me."
The smile on Soshyan's face became even brighter.
"So I don't express any opinions, because I know that I don't understand, but you are boasting. Besides, don't you say that you want to start another expedition? To make mankind great again? But you don't even know what the real Milky Way is?
You know nothing about anything. What you know about the Milky Way... is not much better than a peasant in a feudal world, so you will never be able to achieve the feats of the Emperor, because the Emperor at least knows that the Milky Way has passed by and knows about it.
The true appearance, and you don’t know, besides humans, Ada, and those unfortunate aliens you dissected, what else do you know? How much do you know about the Tyranids? How much do you know about the Necrontyr? What do you know about those
How much do you know about the entity that was once called the Star God? Do you know how many years the Milky Way has gone through and how it developed to what it is today? Your scalpel can't help with these things... and they are the ones that determine the future direction of the Galaxy.
The key, so even if you put aside the sins you have done, your so-called truth and ideals are simply based on ignorance and superstition."
Ignorance and superstition are the words that Fabius most often uses to attack the followers of Chaos around him, but today they were slapped on the head so hard that he almost trembled with anger.
Seeing his livid face, Soshiyang straightened up, sighed and shook his head.
"Seeing that you are so confident that you asked me to come to see you in person, I thought you could say something noble, but in the end it was just a bunch of ignorant lies, and I was disappointed... It's a pity that you can't help me.
Your knowledge and experience are still far behind. I have no shortage of biologists. If I am willing, I can call in a dozen Haemonculi even from the hostile Comoros."
Fabius looked at him coldly.
"Then why don't you kill me."
"I have to come and meet. After all, I am a little curious. Besides... I have some acquaintances of yours here. Do you know who they are?"
"Thor and Kylo, I know, why, you want to leave me to them?"
"Captain Saul seems to want to ask you something personally. He is on his way here, but I don't think he will do anything to you."
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"I, I won't kill you for the time being, because I want to find the real spider through your clone, pluck it from the web, and then step on it to death."
After a moment of silence, Fabius said slowly:
"You need my help. I have been in contact with that person's gene. It is very special...different from all the original bodies."
Soshyan tilted his head slightly to the left and said calmly:
"I know, you cloned the Primarch, Horus, what else? Or you tried other Primarchs, but Abaddon destroyed your corrupt laboratory and wiped out all your samples. You want to say that you
Have you cloned Xerxes? It’s possible, I guess your genetic sample came from Fulgrim.”
"It seems that you know a lot about me. Yes, I have cloned the Primarch of the Eleventh Legion, but it failed. The genetic sample was too small to continue the experiment. There was only 1 microliter of blood, which may have come from killing the Primarch of the Eleventh Legion.
weapons...but I have some vague guesses about the execution of the Eleven Primarchs."
"oh?"
"His genetic arrangement is fundamentally different from that of all Primarchs. This difference should not appear in Primarchs who should be blood compatriots in principle, because the genetic origins of their paternal and maternal lines are completely the same, but in
Later, when I created new humans, I encountered similar differences. Finally, after repeated trials, I suddenly realized a problem...The eleven Primarchs are probably not the Primarchs."
Soshyan sat in the chair without saying a word, but the fingers of his right hand were tapping the armrest.
Fabius suddenly burst into some fiery emotion.
"In the past, I was not sure about this conjecture, but now maybe you can answer this question... Are the Eleven Primarchs the Emperor's biological children? Are they the natural offspring of the maternal genes of the Emperor and the Primarchs? Not
A product born in a laboratory."
After the final knock, Soshyan suddenly stopped and looked at Fabius as if he were looking at a corpse.