2nd Primarch

Dukel used to be lonely.

Every time he worked overtime without sleep, he was the only one in the empty office.

But now, he had captured three strong men who were capable of working overtime with him and didn't need to rest! At this moment, he was discussing the plan for the Space Marine surgery with the other three.

"Change the eighteenth of the nineteen conventional Astartes surgeries (Gene Storage Gland) to 'Psychic Engine,' and add three more Primaris technologies: Tendon Coil, Magnificat, and Belisarius Furnace, for a total of twenty-two surgeries. Is there anything else you would like to add?"

Dukel sorted out the plan in his hand, looked at everyone, and asked.

"I have a suggestion, bro."

What surprised Dukel was that after the two great sages slowly shook their heads to indicate that they had nothing to add, Magnus made some additions instead.

"Please, go ahead." Dukel said expectantly.

He wasn't worried that the Demon Primarch would take the opportunity to cause trouble. If he had been, he wouldn't have allowed him to join the scientific research team.

The most common criticism Magnus received was that he had knowledge but lacked wisdom.

The Crimson King's respect for knowledge had reached the point of near paranoia—during the Great Crusade in the past, he had clashed with his other Primarch brothers more than once over the protection of libraries being burned in the war.

Dukel knew his brother. A man like him wouldn't use knowledge as a lie.

The other party had been shielded by the mental force field and couldn't be bewitched by Tzeentch.

Most importantly, psychic power has the ability to influence people's hearts. Although this effect on the Primarchs is very weak, Magnus had been in the mental force field for so long that Dukel could easily judge the truthfulness of his words.

"Duke, I've been observing your mental force field for a long time. Although you always say that mental energy comes from human spirit and will, and is not psychic energy..."

"But brother, in my opinion, mental energy is also a byproduct of psychic energy. In other words, all energy related to the spirit cannot be free from its connection with the subspace." Magnus' eyes radiated various colors of light.

"So my proposal is to add specific psionic circuits to the three artificial organs: the third and fourth stages (muscle-strengthening organs and re-hematopoietic organs), and the regenerator (Belisarius Furnace). This will not only increase the operating efficiency of the mind engine but also enhance the genetic abilities that your offspring will inherit from you."

After hearing this, Dukel lowered his head slightly and thought. During this process, he used the computing power of the mind network to calculate the feasibility of Magnus' suggestion.

And the final result was that it was actually feasible.

"Little Magnus still has something to offer." Dukel gave him an approving look. "Very good, a good suggestion. Is there anything else you want to add?"

The Primarch asked again.

"Brother, I have another question."

"What's the problem?" Dukel asked.

"Can your mind engine technology really be completed? I found many details in it that don't conform to the laws of the physical universe. How are you going to complete them?"

Magnus asked in confusion. In his opinion, if the mind engine couldn't be completed, then everything else was just empty talk.

"This..." The thing that can distort the physical universe is, of course, the Orks' Waaagh force field technology. It's not that Dukel deliberately concealed it, but no one had asked before, so he had forgotten to mention it.

Now, there was absolutely no need for him to hide this technology.

So he said it plainly. If he had to hide even the technology he possessed, it would be difficult to move forward with the next project.

But at this moment, Magnus showed a reaction Dukel never expected.

"Brother, are you involved with the aliens again?"

"Why do you say 'again'?" Dukel stared at him and asked.

On the other side, after waking up, Guilliman had finally finished dealing with the heavy government affairs and had a moment of his own time.

The first thing he did after he had some free time was go visit Fulgrim. Led by the Grey Knights, he came to the cage where the Demon Primarch was imprisoned.

At this time, Fulgrim was pierced through the body by a steel cable engraved with psychic runes, which suspended his strange snake-like body in mid-air.

Every six hours, the bones in his body were broken to prevent him from regaining the ability to move.

A whole team of Sisters of Silence stood outside the cage. These 'untouchables' used their anti-psychic properties to isolate the Daemon Primarch from the Warp.

The state church choir chanted the Emperor's psalms without stopping. As the psalms were chanted, all demons felt tortured and their powers were suppressed.

But these methods were too childish for the Daemon Prince of Slaanesh. Fulgrim not only did not feel the slightest pain, he even felt... a little happy? When his brother arrived here, he was even humming a little song from his hometown.

But there's no way to know Fulgrim's true thoughts—proud Primarchs would never reveal their true feelings in front of mortals.

"Look, who's here? The great regent, the perfect son, you've been saved again. Why, my lucky brother, are you here for revenge? Come on, after all, this is your rare opportunity."

After seeing Guilliman coming, Fulgrim spoke sarcastically and mercilessly.

But in the face of his sarcasm, Guilliman, who was always easily angered, only showed sadness in his eyes at this moment. "I am not going to do anything, Fulgrim. How to judge you is something our father should consider. I just came to see you, to see my former brother."

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"What are you looking at me for? See how miserable I am? Come on, Guilliman, why bother pretending? You've never defeated me. Instead, you were defeated by me, twice!" Fulgrim raised his lips and said with disdain.

"When did winning or losing become so important, brother? I was forced to become an enemy of my brothers, connected to me by blood. They killed the very people we sacrificed our lives to protect. I watched my brothers leave or disappear, but I was powerless to do anything. Is there any more tragic tragedy in the galaxy than this?" The sadness in Guilliman's eyes became more intense. "Fulgrim, even when I learned of your fall, my heart was broken."

Facing Guilliman's true feelings, Fulgrim fell into brief silence, then he maintained his previous attitude and said disdainfully:

"Are you feeling sorry for me? There's no need for that. I am now in the arms of the Prince of Darkness, enjoying supreme pleasure every minute of every second. You, on the other hand, are in such a huge crisis but are unaware of it. Aren't you a hundred times more pitiful than me?"

"Are you referring to the current situation of the Empire? Everything will be fine, there is still hope!" Guilliman said with a firm look.

"Oh, that's why I say you're pitiful. I mean our brother!"

"Are you talking about Dukel? What happened to him?" Guilliman frowned slightly, not knowing what tricks Fulgrim was going to play next.

"It's him. Don't you think he's a little too powerful? The only one who could be his enemy now is Horus from the past. But brother, think about it. Horus had the blessing of the gods, but what does Dukel have?"

"You mean the aliens and Randan? Do you remember what happened there?" Guilliman asked quickly after a brief thought.

"How is that possible? The Emperor hates aliens so much that he erased everything about that place, including our memories. But can't you think, my brother?"

Guilliman stood before the Primarch, his head bowed in thought, his expression uncertain.

After a long period of thinking and inner struggle, he suddenly raised his head, his eyes regained their firmness, "Fulgrim, you're still trying to seduce me, even now..."

But before he could finish his words, a heavy sound of footsteps suddenly echoed nearby.

"Why bother thinking, brothers?"

"I'm right here, why don't we have a frank conversation?"

"The gathering of the four Primarchs is truly a nostalgic scene."

Dukel's tall figure slowly emerged, and with him appeared Magnus, who was hanging on his waist with a helpless look on his face.