Chapter 231 Vaccination
"So how is Fulgrim doing recently?"
After talking about the Blackstone Fortress, Wei Mu asked Andre about the cloned Primarch.
"Either he is practicing swordsmanship in the arena, or making equipment in the foundry, and occasionally he will take time to get in touch with the people around him. His daily life is rich and regular-a cloned Primarch, perfect enough to resonate with his offspring, and using the template of a traitor, who would have thought that this would happen? The diversity of the universe is really amazing."
The Forge General then called up the surveillance in a factory. In the picture, Fulgrim was bare-chested and waving the hammer in his hand, trying to build something.
"He is preparing for war." Wei Mu stared at the surveillance and muttered, "The Demon Primarch may find him at any time."
"Does this mean that Cologne may become a battlefield again?" At this point, Andre once again had a bad premonition in his heart.
That was the Demon Primarch, and the powerful power he possessed could really directly raise the Forge World.
"You can't avoid it. I just hope we can be prepared by then." Wei Mu waved his hand calmly.
Considering that the result of Fulgrim's last attack on the Empire was that Guilliman lay in stasis for 10,000 years, if the sacrifice of a mere forge world could make the other party's plan go down the drain, they would have made a fortune.
Saying goodbye to Andre, Wei Mu set off for the foundry where Fulgrim was, accompanied by a group of guards arranged by the Inquisition.
As soon as he entered, a wave of heat hit him.
The foundry itself was like a living thing running at high speed. The noisy metal collision sound constantly stimulated the eardrums, and the air was filled with the smell of oil and metal.
Dust, debris, patina and oil, as well as endless sweat, this is the working environment of the factory workers. It is dirty and hard, but it is the cornerstone of industrial society.
It should be rest time at this moment. The hundreds of workers in the factory are all around Fulgrim, admiring the perfect body and superb skills of the cloned Primarch.
With the end of the last strike, Fugen completed the plasticity of the power sword.
Then he clamped the red sword blank with pliers and quickly put it into the water for quenching.
White steam surged out with a hissing sound.
Drastic temperature changes will change the internal structure of the metal, so that the product can obtain good process performance, but if the operation is wrong, it will cause the metal to become brittle or even crack directly, and all the efforts will be wasted.
Even experienced forging masters cannot predict success or failure before seeing the results.
But Fugen is different, because he is the original body.
After five seconds of soaking, Fugen took the sword blank out of the water.
As the high temperature dissipated, the metal that was previously burned red now turned into an ugly black lump with mottled marks on it.
Even if Wei Mu didn't know much about forging, he knew that this thing had to be polished and polished in the end before it could become the cool weapon that people see every day. As for whether the quality of the sword blank in front of him was good or bad, he couldn't judge.
But from Fugen's expression, he should be very satisfied.
"That's about it."
The cloned original handed the finished sword blank to the craftsmen around him, hoping that they could learn something from it.
However, in fact, even if Fulgrim taught him the casting method, it would be almost impossible for mortals to copy it. The physical gap was too big. Whether it was the grasp of strength or the control of the temperature, it was difficult for them to reach the level of the original body.
The craftsmen just stared at the sword blank in amazement, with shock and admiration written on their faces.
Fulgrim actually knew this, but as long as he could inspire or motivate these people, his efforts would not be in vain.
"Is the battle of wits and courage with the Inquisition finally over?"
The cloned original quickly noticed the arrival of Wei Mu and took the initiative to wave and greet him.
"They are almost driven crazy by me." Wei Mu replied with a smile.
The workers around recognized the identity of the visitor, bowed their heads, and saluted Wei Mu.
Wei Mu simply waved his hand and dismissed the workers to rest.
Although the content of the following conversation was not a taboo, if ordinary people like them listened to it, it would only bring unnecessary trouble to themselves.
"I guess I must have contributed a lot to this."
Fugen picked up the white towel hanging beside him and began to wipe the sweat off his face.
"They have endured a lot of troubles, and it is not a problem to endure one more." Wei Mu did not want to worry the other party, so he gave a very general answer.
"I guess you must not use the same set of rhetoric when you persuade them." Fugen did not care too much about this, but took out a weapon from the side and presented it to Wei Mu, "I have already made what you want, and it feels pretty good."
It was a Qinglong Yanyue power knife, which was more than six meters long, huge and amazing, and it felt full of destructive power just by looking at it.
"It's even better than I thought, thank you very much." Wei Mu looked carefully at the long-handled broadsword in front of him, with a look of surprise on his face.
The reason why he commissioned Fulgrim to build such a thing was to reward Goldbeard specifically - the greenskin warlord was sent by him to attack the Word Bearers' base in the Maelstrom, with the Dark Angel Mor and Space Wolf Lucas following him.
Although the grand battle itself is the best reward for the greenskins, Wei Mu doesn't mind giving them some extra sweetness after the success.
However, now that the battle in the Maelstrom is over, there is still no trace of them, and no one knows what problems they have encountered.
Should it be okay?
Wei Mu felt a little worried, and the people sent out to inquire about the news have not returned yet.
"After we rest on Cologne, we will set off to see Guilliman." After collecting the commissioned items, Wei Mu turned to talk about business.
He had to give Fulgrim a shot of vaccination so that he could be mentally prepared in advance.
"Don't worry, he almost killed his brother with a sword, made him fake his death for 10,000 years, destroyed his dream, and made great efforts to make our father half dead. Believe me, I can handle him." Fulgrim said in a relaxed tone.
"Don't worry? I'm about to cry when I hear this!" Wei Mu said with a wry smile.
"Guilliman is a thorough idealist. As long as I can bring great help to the Empire, he will try his best to endure it." Fulgrim replied.
"You make me want to cry even more, poor Regent." Wei Mu sighed and asked, "And what about the Iron Hands?"
Fulgrim directly beheaded the head of the father of genes. If the descendants of Ferrus knew of his existence, wouldn't they come to kill him?
"This... Damn it, don't force me to think of such unpleasant things. I finally put it behind my mind." Fulgrim finally couldn't pretend to be calm anymore and shouted dissatisfiedly.
Even a perfect person can fall into a helpless situation.
"Then I can't hide and pretend to be an ostrich, turning a blind eye to this risk that is right in front of me." Wei Mu waved his hand helplessly.
He thought that with the extraordinary wisdom of the original body, he could come up with some wonderful golden ideas, but it seems that there is no hope.
If this matter is not handled well, it will cause a civil war.
"It may be a bit selfish to say that, at least before the empire overcomes the current crisis, I can't give them an explanation. As for after that, I will accept it if I am killed or cut." After thinking carefully for a moment, Fugen said seriously.
He is very clear about his own value and must put the interests of all mankind before personal grudges, but whether the descendants of Ferrus can understand this, that's unknown.
"This, I will try my best to mediate." Wei Mu scratched his head.
The so-called hatred of killing one's father is irreconcilable. Although Fugen is just a clone, it is quite difficult to solve this problem. The word "delay" is the best way at present.
The more they delay, the safer it will be when the time comes for a showdown.