When I came out from the Omega Vault, I simply pushed a floating stasis cell, holding the dead body of Primarch Vulkan.

This was bad, as the guy was a proven immortal, able to heal near-instantly even from decapitation, and it only took him a bit longer if he completely disintegrated.

I also remembered he was killed this way once, and then he resurrected somehow.

But, I also doubted it was as simple this time. Even Perpetuals had a limit and Vulkan had reached his. Possibly the Cabal continued their plot and found another Perpetual to kill Vulkan for them.

As for the glass spike, it felt like mortal danger even to my Blank soul. And yet, it was a weapon able to kill immortals. I will need it.

Waiting for me were the Lord Inquisitor Carmillus and the Watch Commander Mordigael , looking positively impressed at my solemn dirge. Dirge! It was a synonym for lament too. Maybe eulogy? Or elegy?

Too macabre maybe. But I was still pushing a coffin. The least dangerous secret I obtained in the Vault, to be fair.

"Brother...you are the foremost expert in resurrections. Sanguinius himself seemed just as dead on Baal. I was still a Sergeant then." the Blood Angel murmured with a slightly hopeful voice. Sure, expect another miracle!

"Such a sad truth. Maybe it was better if the Last Vault stayed locked forever. The Primarch is truly dead. The stasis cell prevents decay, but only that." the Inquisitor decided with an expert eye.

Click. The coffin vanished inside my tesseract. "I chose to show you the truth. If it comes out, both of you will die." I spoke softly, not even trying to force my voice.

"Death is not the end, not for Primarchs. I'm sure you find a way." Captain Mordigael spoke gently and patted my shoulder for encouragement.

I just nodded. "I know two ways. A Halo Device or the Ynnari Eldar. Their new god owes me a small favor for killing Slaanesh for him."

"Do not dare, Lancefire! Never those accursed Halo Devices. If they work, what comes out will not be a Primarch." the Inquisitor shouted at me with a blast of psyker energy.

I let the hate pass over me and just smiled kindly.

"Yvraine then. Buying her services will be expensive. Maybe a Crone Sword or something of that kind." I hummed to myself, still sad the Emperor had confiscated my custom Halo Fork.

The Lord Inquisitor narrowed her eyes at me. "I think you're personally the most hated creature by the Eldar, bar none. Let the Inquisition deal with this." she proposed in a cold, but logical voice.

"And how would you do that, without divulging the truth to more people? Not to mention, Vulkan didn't end up like this by enemy action. The Cabal has hundreds of Inquisitors in their midst. I've killed a dozen of them myself." I asked in a low voice, while walking into the outer perimeter filled with defense turrets and dozens of Deathwatch Brothers eager for news.

I smiled when I saw the Forge Master and took out Canis to meet him properly.

"Look Canis! A talking wolf."

Harl_Greyweaver laughed sonorously, then howled filling the hallway with a pretty accurate wolf greeting.

"Woo! Auuuuuhhh!" Canis howled in return, and then ran forward and head-butted the old Space Wolf in his chest. Hello, wolf! In a manner of speaking.

"Good wolf! We must hunt together one day!" the bearded Iron Priest demanded in a voice far too loud.

"Want to see a new STC device?" I asked instead, hinting at being gifted a mechanical miracle by the Omega Vault.

The Iron Priest stared at my shoulder, noticing the Machina_Opus symbol. I had recovered so many STCs, for so many Forge Worlds, that I could cover my entire Terminator plate in cog sigils.

One was enough though.

"Really? From the Vault itself?" the man asked in disbelief.

"Maybe all these dead Tyranid Bioships outside had something to do with it." I answered with a modest shrug.

"The Vault contains STCs?" another Tech-marine rushed to ask, sounding eager and excited.

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I read his bio on my implant, while I considered a response. "If you're searching for a cure for your sick Chapter Master sleeping on Sacris, Brother Mac_Zi_Ven , then know only the Blankness is the true salvation against Chaos infection. Tyranid Tyrant blood can sometimes evoke a reaction to transform the sick one into a Pariah, immune to Chaos by default."

Hah! I could fake being wise and knowledgeable too. It may also work, like it did for the Sons of Dorn.

"My Chapter Master...Tyranid Tyrants?" the Tech-marine muttered in a confused tone, and walked away in a daze.

"...Does that actually work, on regular Marines?" the Forge Master asked as we walked towards his Forge. Oh, he was asking for a friend.

"It works on some. The Canis helix gene shouldn't be a problem. But your Space Wolves already received 100 Blank Marines from my own progeny. None of the Blanks turned Wulfen." I explained patiently as I took out a Shield Crest, then extended my implant controlled mechadendrite to interface with it and power it up.

The Weave shield lit up with a blue tinge in the air.

"A personal shield? Doesn't smell Xenos either." the Forge Master Space Wolf detected with his keen senses.

"Pre-Heresy tech. Found it on a Demiurg ship. They had other ancient things, including the STC for Ion Weapons. Machine Forge is already making better Ion guns than the Tau, if not too many." I added with a wry smile.

"Thus the Machina Opus. A glorious discovery, Chapter Master Lancefire!" He congratulated me with a hearty tap on the shoulder, that shook my Terminator plate for a second. This whole universe was full of monsters.

"You will get 489 new tech-marines here, Brother Harl. They are all my sons, so I hope you'll take care of them. Or Canis will eat your legs." I promised with a kind voice, while Canis simply grinned. Then we vanished.

A second later, I collected all my Astartes and brought them into the accelerated time. "Astartes! I have returned with good news. The Omega Vault opened for me."

Vulkan's coffin appeared in front of me. A few newer Primaris even cursed out loud.

"Yes, they killed Vulkan. Deader than dead. With such an evil method that it may also kill the Emperor if he tried to resurrect him. In fact, I believe that was their plan. The Cabal contains other Perpetuals, Farseers, Inquisitors and many others from xenos species or traitors to humankind, including Word Bearers and their Blessed Lady." I explained while the Librarians and Apothecaries made a circle around the coffin.

"Can you fix this, father?" Menelau asked in a pleading voice. I could sense the pain in him.

"I have a plan. Half of a plan. I will need many of you to join the Deathwatch. And investigate. Find out who, when, why and how. Join Inquisitor retinues. Join Rogue Traders in their travels. Scour alien worlds with your Kill-teams. Speak to your Obsidian tag, and the information will reach me, at least in the Eastern Fringe. The Obsidian Auguries will provide hidden support as well. Buy informants, eat their brains, whatever you have to. We will find them." I demanded in a grieving voice.

"And they shall know fear!" my sons chanted in a giant chorus.

"Perhaps only the Firstborn and some tech-marines should induct in the Deathwatch. We will have a perfect reason to recruit new Primaris instead. " Laur mused to himself, and reciting the line I sent him by implant.

"There are 511 Firstborn among you." I observed in a calm voice.

"Then, 489 tech-marines. It will make a full thousand." Menelau proposed on his own.

"They'll need a few apothecaries. Wounded people talk more under drugs." I said softly.

The Apothecaries snickered among themselves, then turned grave again at the dead visage of the Primarch.

"You are not our Primarch, Vulkan. But you are slain by treachery and we will avenge you." Laur recited my own poem, and nodded towards me.

"And try to bring him back somehow. No sacrifice is too great, no treachery too small." I answered in a determined voice.

"For we are Lancefires, and we are what they fear!" We chanted over the dead Primarch staring with dead red eyes back at us.

Every chapter should have a deep, dark secret. Now I had mine. And whole thousand of super powered Deathwatch Avengers, watching for a dead Primarch.

I'm sure Vulkan won't mind if I use his gene-seed for a few Avenger Chapters.