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**Deep Within the Eyes of Fear: The Flesh and Blood Laboratory**

Fabius Bayer stood before the incubation chamber, his pale fingers gently tracing the glass surface. Floating inside was a perfect body—tall, strong, every muscle brimming with destructive power; jet-black hair swayed like a living thing in the nutrient solution; and that face…

Horus Lupecal's face.

&34；最后一次基因序列校准完成。&34；机械奴工的声音从阴影中传来，&34；灵能共振率99.7%，记忆碎片植入完毕。&34；

A sickly smile crept across Fabius's lips. Centuries of research, countless failures, extracting genetic samples from a single strand of Horus's hair, a fingernail, even dried bloodstains on the floor of the Commander's Hall—finally, today—

"Initiate the consciousness infusion program." He pressed the scarlet button on the console. "Let us welcome... the War General's return."

On the bridge of the 'Soul of Vengeance', Abaddon suddenly felt a pang of fear. The sword Draklani trembled in its scabbard, and blood seeped from the Eye of Horus emblem on the armor blessed by the Four Gods.

"Sir?" the adjutant asked uneasily.

The war commander did not answer, but stared intently at the churning subspace storm outside the porthole.

He sensed it.

The being that he once revered and worshipped, and which he ultimately brought to his own destruction... is awakening.

The clone in the incubation chamber suddenly opened its eyes—

**A pair of completely black eyes, with no whites.**

Fabius excitedly recorded the data: "Intense brainwave activity! Psychic readings have exceeded the threshold!"

But the next second, sparks erupted from all the instruments simultaneously. The laboratory lights flickered, shadows writhed like living things, and a whisper from another universe echoed in the air:

**You... dare...**

As the clone Horus pressed his palm against the inner wall of the incubation chamber, the superalloy glass instantly cracked.

Fabius finally realized something was wrong and staggered backward: "No...this is impossible...this isn't in the memory template..."

As the clone stepped out of the shattered incubation chamber, the laboratory walls began to bleed. The "Horus relics" provided by Abaddon—hair, blood, and fragments of armor—all floated into the air, transforming into black and red threads that wrapped around the clone's body, forming a hideous set of black armor.

"Foolish mortals." "The voice of Clone Horus was like the roar of a thousand demons, "Who do you think has been resurrected?"

Fabius collapsed to the ground, finally realizing the blasphemous sin he had committed—

The one he resurrected was not Horus at all.

Rather, it is **something that the four gods conceived using the shell of Horus**.

When the alarm reached "Soul of Vengeance," Abaddon's prosthetic eye flashed wildly. A holographic image showed the horrific state of the laboratory—clones were slaughtering every living thing and absorbing their flesh into their own.

"Activate the extinction protocol immediately!" the War General roared. "Blast the laboratory to dust!"

&34; But that's Lord Fabius—&34;

Execute the command!

Abaddon knew better than anyone that if that "thing" were to fully awaken, Chaos would face an enemy far more terrifying than the Emperor.

…………

Warp storms raged across the planet's surface, and amidst the bombed laboratory ruins, Clone Horus stood atop a mountain of corpses and a sea of ​​blood. His jet-black armor, a fusion of flesh and metal, bore the Eye of Horus emblem on his chest, constantly oozing black blood, as if mocking all the laws of the real universe.

Abaddon's elite Black Legion surrounded the ruins, and the Terminator Squad, the Marauder Warband, and even the Thousand Sons Wizards—all the warriors most loyal (or most fearful) to the Warmaster were present.

"Fire!" Abaddon's roar tore through the air, "blasting everything here into atoms!"

Plasma cannons, whirlwind torpedoes, and psionic flames—enough firepower to destroy a city—were unleashed, completely engulfing the location of Clone Horus.

When the smoke and dust cleared, the ruins had been razed to the ground.

"Is it over?" a Chaos Lord asked in a low voice.

The next second, his head exploded like a watermelon.

Clone Horus emerged slowly from the smoke and dust, completely unharmed. He held Fabius Bayer by the throat with one hand, like a chicken waiting to be slaughtered.

"Unfilial descendants." His voice held a twisted laugh. "You don't even recognize your own father?"

Abaddon's crimson visors flashed wildly, and the sword Delaclani trembled in his hand: "You are not him! You are merely a monster created by the Four Gods from his skin!"

Clone Horus laughed, a laugh that ruptured the eardrums of warriors within a kilometer radius: "And what about you? You're nothing but a wild dog that failed its mission."

The warrior's reason crumbled instantly. He charged forward, his demonic sword aimed straight for the clone's throat: "I've killed you once, and I can kill you a second time!"

The sword and claws clashed, and the resulting shockwave sent all the surrounding warriors flying. Abaddon's Four-Blessed Armor groaned under the strain, while Clone Horus merely took a half-step back.

"You've gotten weaker, son." The clone shattered Abaddon's breastplate with a knee strike. "Or... were you able to win back then only because your father let you win?"

Left to languish in the corner, Fabius struggled to crawl toward a still-functioning communicator. His fingers trembled as he typed in the password, bringing up an encrypted file—**The Primarch Cloning Protocol: Midnight Ghost**.

"Koz...Koz..." he muttered frantically, his eyes bloodshot, "As long as I can create him...I can fight this monster..."

Suddenly, a metal boot stepped on his hand.

"Did I give you permission to leave?" Clone Horus appeared before him without him noticing, carrying the dying Abaddon in one hand. "First, revive my good brother Coz, and then..."

He leaned close to Fabius's ear and whispered a name.

Fabius Bayer's pupils suddenly contracted: "No...that's impossible..."

"You can do it." The clone crushed his shoulder blade. "After all, you are... **Fabius Bayer**."