Bayer stood on the deck.
Behind him, the engine room hatch was slowly closing with the echo of gears.
Looking at the Astartes before him, divided into nine squads according to their former Legions.
Although the numbers were small, Bayer could not help but examine them over and over again.
He even subconsciously analyzed the appearance of these traitor Legions from his professional perspective.
When Bayer confirmed that these traitor Legions were truly free of corruption, as if they had returned to the state of the Great Crusade ten thousand years ago, his eyes widened in an instant.
Others might only be shocked, but as the galaxy's premier Apothecary and a veteran of the Great Crusade, Bayer viewed this with horror.
Because this scene was exactly one of the two major goals Bayer had been striving to achieve while wandering among various factions.
And the thing that Bayer had failed to accomplish in his entire life had now appeared so abruptly before his eyes!
Bayer's two major goals were, one, the current reconstruction of the nine traitor Legions, and the other was an even more extreme idea than that.
He actually wanted to clone a new Emperor perfectly through cloning!
And have this perfect Emperor he had personally cloned lead the Imperium of Man to complete the unfulfilled crusade of the past.
To achieve this goal, Bayer chose to become a neutral party, sparing no cost and using any means necessary to improve his technical capabilities. For this reason, he had to lean towards Chaos factions to gain support so he could conduct his inhumane scientific experiments.
And to satisfy the key technologies and materials needed for his experiments, Bayer not only messed with the Imperium and Chaos but even messed with aliens.
It could be said that if Bayer were not truly useful, not only would the Imperium and all the aliens in the galaxy hunt him down, but even Chaos would love to drag Bayer back to 'take care' of him.
There was even a powerful Chaos faction currently issuing a galaxy-wide bounty to hunt Bayer down.
Such as the 'True Chapter Master' of the Nurgle Death Guard faction: Typhus!
In other words, standing on the deck of the Sith at this moment was the being who had made the most enemies in the entire galaxy.
And this being was looking at his second goal, which he had dreamed of day and night, appearing so abruptly before his eyes.
Without even paying attention to the Inquisitor beside him, Bayer walked distractedly towards these newly cleansed Astartes. He subconsciously wanted to pick up his exaggerated scalpel and command the mechanical syringe on his shoulder to inject a full canister of strange green liquid into a warhound.
Seeing this, the warhound's helmet lenses instantly brightened, and then he picked up a battle axe in one hand and raised a Bolter in the other, directly wanting to resist.
However, even if it was just subconscious, Bayer subdued this warhound almost instantly.
His movements were so fast that even the few Blackwatch nearby could not help but look over.
Subsequently, a shot of Bolter fire suddenly teleported in front of Bayer. Under Bayer's widened, terrified eyes, the Bolter fire grazed his left ear and shot behind him.
A massive explosion erupted on the deck, and dense fragments even hit Bayer's wide, skin-colored robe, leaving behind charred spots with steaming heat.
Bayer's movements froze. Although he did not know what kind of Bolter this was, or why the fired Bolter fire could teleport and appear directly in front of the target.
But Bayer knew that if the person who fired this Bolter fire wanted to, they could have taken his life just now.
Swallowing dryly, Bayer was extremely afraid of death. At least until his goal of cloning and resurrecting the Emperor was completed, Bayer would never accept his own death.
Sanity finally returned to his eyes. Bayer slowly stepped back twice, took a deep breath, and looked towards the direction from which the Bolter fire had come.
There, a Mortal in gilded silver armor, with a red sword at his waist and a black gun in his hand, was silently casting his gaze at him.
Bayer slowly shifted his gaze from the red sword, then carefully glanced at the black gun that had almost taken his life just now. The gilded silver armor and red sword could be identified at a glance.
But that black gun was very unfamiliar to Bayer.
Thinking it over, he could only think of one person: Vashtorr.
Bayer looked at the black gun and could not help but lower his head slightly, his eyes filled with even more confusion:
"This black gun, it can't be that Vashtorr personally crafted it and sent it over, right?"
Bayer hesitated, and while he was thinking, the entire warship shuddered violently.
Then the normally flashing wartime red lights began to rotate more rapidly.
Van Roth pressed his headset and listened carefully for a while, then, ignoring Bayer, hurriedly returned to Sith's side:
"The Necron Fleet is pressing in; their firepower is very heavy."
Upon hearing this, Sith stared at Bayer carefully again. Confirming that the other party had completely lowered his head and had no immediate intention of dissecting living people on the spot, Sith slightly lowered the black gun.
"Is the loading of personnel and supplies at the back finished?"
Van Roth had obviously been paying attention and did not even ask the back, directly nodding:
"Everything is loaded."
Sith heard this and waved his hand directly:
"All ships, warp jump immediately."
Van Roth subconsciously turned to execute, but after just turning, he paused and stepped back:
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