Interlude

(Malcador Sigillite POV) (During the Emperor's mission to Mars)

The imperial laboratory was huge, really huge and a person could get lost in it and it would take days to get from one part of the laboratory to another.

He was here in extreme need.

The emperor's blood proved impossible to analyze in normal laboratories.

He took a bottle of blood and put it in the analyzer. It was a big machine with the ability to analyze anything.

The results in the normal laboratories did not give any results at, all and it was difficult to get him to come here.

The analyzer started to be overloaded by the amount of data and it took close to half an hour to calm down and close to another half an hour to analyze everything.

The results were shown on the screen before being printed on a large scroll.

He went over and took the scroll and looked at the results.

In his long life, he has seen many horrors and oddities, but he really hasn't seen this.

His friend's DNA was an unusual or rather abnormal mixture of hundreds of different samples, although the human part was dominant.

Genetics alone could not describe the power and strength of his friend. He began to breathe rapidly and almost had an aneurism, but quickly calmed down.

He looked at his hands and saw that they were shaking and dropped the scroll.

He took a few steps back and fell on the earth.

"I'm too old for this, I need a drink," he said upset.

(During the Emperor's return from Mars)

"Malcador, my friend, what's the matter with you, why are you drinking?" the Emperor asked worriedly.

"This is yours," Malcador replied and handed the scroll with the results to the Emperor.

"You did it, well done, friend" Emperor said good luck.

"Yes, I am," Malcador replied jerkily.

"Would you like to share that drink? We are celebrating, Mars has joined us," the Emperor asked.

"Here" Malcador said and handed the bottle to the Emperor.

The Emperor and Malcador took the bottle and toasted like two old friends.

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(MC POV)

I walked through the depths of my laboratory in the most protected part of the palace. The laboratory was separate and secret from the rest of the Empire. It was a self-sufficient pocket of research and production complexes designed to ensure that, regardless of contracts with Mars or some other threat, I would own my own private meat forge allowing me to create armies.

Passing through the large security door into Genelab, the researchers and gene forgers greeted me with a big bow and fanatical prayers.

I just nodded in agreement.

I walk through and see parts of the lab dedicated to the fantastically complicated apparatus needed to create the Custodes.

The entire Selenar Clans and Terrawatt Clans worked in the laboratory, they were joined by the Technical Priests of Mars. The lab itself was the size of Turkey and required millions of staff to fill it to capacity. Now, millions of fanatically devoted genesmiths and the most colorful researchers ensured that the laboratory worked 24 hours a day.

I passed parts of the laboratory focused on sequencing the human genome and parts focused on storing literal mountains of genetic seed and finally arrived at my destination.

She was there Amar Astarte, once an old woman on the verge of death, now she was a young woman thanks to me and she was fanatically loyal to me.

Like all fanatics, she knelt down as soon as she saw me.

I only respond with a nod of agreement before she gets up.

It's good that I developed protocols for obeisance. It's really hard when someone is kneeling down and won't get up.

"God-Emperor, what do you want?" she asked with wide eyes and signs of fanaticism in her voice.

"I came to see the results of the experiments from 1300-1313," I answer commandingly.

"Of course, your orders are my life" Amar answers and takes out the documents which he hands to me.

I take the document and read them and I am satisfied with the results.

Experiment 1300 is an attempt to create gene therapy to transform guardsmen to fight on planets with higher gravity than Terra. He was completely successful.

Experiments 1301-1306 were similar to experiment 1300 in that they were simply based on creating gene therapies that would allow regular guardsmen to fight on low gravity planets, ice planets, highly volcanic planets, atmosphereless planets, desert planets, and radioactive planets. Thanks to their simplicity, they were all a great success.

Experiment 1307 was a simple attempt to reconstruct the Afriel Strain without the harmful effects such as bad luck, mental insanity and the extreme hatred they feel from normal people. It was 90% complete and was improved by my occasional participation.

Experiment 1308 is an attempt to build Legienstrasse. Say what you want about she, she it was very effective. The attempt to create a loyal version was at only 5% and stalled due to the lack of the necessary genetic material.

Experiment 1309 was an attempt to develop a genetic therapy that would allow Humans and Aeldar to conceive a child naturally. The project is a complete failure due to the lack of subjects who would like to try.

And if I had subjects, the problem would be the fact that although they reproduce similarly to humans, the Aeldar need regular input of genetic material into the embryo. Another problem is that Aeldari DNA is much more complex compared to human DNA.

Coupled with the fact that some of the Aeldari DNA is literally in the Warp makes this experiment unlikely to succeed.

Experiment 1310 is an experiment dedicated to the cloning of Pariah and Blank. Although we have the ability to clone them, we try to create new blanks with a predetermined level of psi-rank.

As a result of countless genetic experiments during the Long Night, Terra has a sizable supply of Voids, allowing us to create the Sister of Silence. The main problem has always been their difficulty to recover their losses.

I simply ordered that the Omega and Omega Minus Pariahs not be created.

The experiment was in difficulties because it is extremely difficult to create a living being when it sucks the life out of you. If this were a deserted planet and I was in my Omega Minus Pariah mode, I would be able to clone as many as I wanted and the experiment would be a success.

Experiment 1311 deals with genetic therapies for the treatment of more extreme mutations.

It showed some success in treating genetic mutations, but it was a failure in cases of worse mutations because these mutants are no longer human and must be exterminated.

Experiment 1312 is an attempt to create drugs that would enhance the strength and abilities of space marines without addiction and dysfunction.

He was at less than 1% because he was not a priority and the space marines were already, apart from Custodes and Primarchs, the pinnacle of the human condition, albeit in a raw form.

Experiment 1313 will be an attempt to develop human warp consciousness. Sort of like a human version of Waagh.

This last one had not even started yet and was purely theoretical.

I finish reading the last document and hand it back to Amar, who takes them back to where they were.

"Amar, I want you to stop all the research, which is a complete failure, and redirect their resources to experiments that show promise. There will come a time when we can return to complete them," I ordered.

"As you command," she replied.

I just give her a nod and leave as I checked how things work.

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(Basilio Fo POV)

The cell was dark and silent without any sound.

He had been here alone for so many years that he had almost forgotten what another human being looked like.

It had been years since he had gone outside or spoken to any living thing.

Food and water were simply pushed through the opening in the door, as was the bucket for bodily needs.

Here he was imprisoned for years by King of Abonomination , a tyrant who prevented him from escaping Terra to continue his work and share his genius and artworks with the rest of humanity.

Humanity is far from the golden age of technology and his works will help humanity understand its place in the universe, and the tyrant has prevented him from doing so.

He was jolted out of his thoughts by the sound of the door opening.

A hard and nearly indestructible door opened allowing him to see his first visitors in many years.

One was the King of Abomination in his golden armor and he moved with equal arrogance and at the same time too gracefully for a human being.

His demeanor was as always completely calm without any trace of impatience.

The other was one of his creations called the Adeptus Astarte.

"Basilio, your judgment day has come," replied the emperor.

"I don't want to live in the universe you exist in, kill me now," he replied to the Emperor's words.

He would rather be dead than alive in a universe where things like the Emperor exist.

"Basilio Fo, for your countless crimes against humanity I sentence you to death. Fabius, you know what you must do," the Emperor replied confidently.

"In my wildest delusions I could not design the monsters you create. I deal with the simple and ingenious arts of genetics and anatomy. I tinker and assemble, create puzzles and delights and strange wonders, things that make us think and reflect on the nature of our being and our place in scheme of life He answered and raised his head and looked the King of Abomination in the eyes and continued his will.

"I do not create things that will burn the galaxy. I do not create things that will doom our species and lead it into an endless frenzy of war. You are the most disgusting thing I have ever seen. Grotesque. Disgusting. Illegal in every way." He sighed and watched as the King's face changed into a huge smile before he began to laugh out loud.

"HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAH".

He just laughed at him for a few minutes before he stopped laughing but still had a smile on his face.

"Are you serious or is old age finally catching up with you. Explain how the things you've created, such as giant monstrosities made of flesh composed of human parts and humans fused into huge masses of flesh just begging for death, create mystery. What wonders and riddles these are Who really enjoys them?

"The only thing anyone looking at your creations can say is that you are either evil or insane in the extreme, or both."

"I do everything to preserve humanity, unlike you who create abonominations just for your own amusement and use the excuse of being a misunderstood genius who has been persecuted. I have never made false excuses for my actions, I simply accept them." King Abomination replied very angrily.

He tried to think of some answer to respond to the roll call, but he couldn't think of anything.

Why is it so difficult for him to answer?

He tried to say something, but he couldn't say anything meaningful.

King of Abomination turned his gaze to the Astartes beside him and just shrugged his shoulders in agreement.

Astarte, whose name is Fabius, just came up to him very quickly and grabbed him by the neck, lifting him up.

He immediately realized his fate and wanted to scream, but he couldn't because his neck was pressed.

The last thing the person known as Basilio Fo felt was Fabius Bill crushing his skull and taking out his brain, then darkness set in.