Warhammer 40: Gods Of Mortals

Chapter 962 Primitive Man

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After returning from Saturn to Terra, the first thing Qin Mo did was to give the genes of the Emperor and Malcador to his genetic experts for research.

He didn't have any special purpose, he was just curious.

The geneticist quickly obtained relatively simple results using various research instruments commissioned from Qin Mo.

This simple research was even completed in front of Qin Mo.

"These two immortals are genetically different."

"Of course, the difference from ordinary people is also huge."

The scholar took the result and said.

"But they are indeed human beings, and from a genetic science perspective, there is no doubt that this is the gene of the primate species Ape erectus."

The scholar looked at Qin Mo blankly, as if he shouldn't not know, even if he appeared as a human now.

When the Lord of Flames and Thunder was about to walk out the door, the scholar suddenly said this.

"No, they are very unique." The scholar shook his head.

"Okay." Qin Mo felt that this answer was as expected. He had no intention of using the genes of these two people, but for some reason he couldn't help but ask.

The scholar preserved the two genetic samples in a manner similar to framing a photo, and then returned the genetic samples to Qin Mo.

The two looked at each other.

"What did you say?" Qin Mo turned around suddenly.

"God……"

"You are a star god lurking next to me!"

But soon the confusion on the scholar's face was replaced by panic, like waking up from a dream, like a mental patient returning to normal.

"Fraud." The scholar looked at Qin Mo, "Don't you remember this damn bastard?"

"Wait..." Qin Mo narrowed his eyes and opened his mouth in surprise, "I thought you were just a mentally ill patient with intermittent attacks... How did you know about the fraudster?"

"But having said that, the genes of the immortals are still very close to the genes of primitive humans. After all, they are too ancient."

When Qin Mo was about to leave the laboratory, the scholar suddenly said: "Although these genes are very unique, I just have no way to use them."

The scholar took off his gloves and sat in the corner of the laboratory, continuing his duties of researching drugs.

After listening, Qin Mo thought for a moment and couldn't help but ask: "Can their genes have special uses? For example, extending life span, resurrecting the dead, etc.?"

"If it's a fraudster, it can definitely research it more thoroughly than me."

The scholar summarized it as clearly and concisely as possible.

"Of course." Qin Mo thought that the emperor himself could use his own genes, otherwise how would the original body come from.

"But there is no need to talk about whether they are human genes, because even the other people on Terra now, even the mutated mutants, their genes are still human, but they are unique and exaggerated enough to be named a branch of the human species. The point.”

Qin Mo stopped bothering him and stood up to leave.

"A stupid star god who exposed himself!"

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the other side.

Malcador was called into the laboratory beneath the Himalayas by the Emperor's cry, which was like a psychic blast.

He thought the plan of the Thunder Warriors and the Custodes was successful, but when he entered the laboratory, he saw the Emperor holding the hair in his hand with a very surprised expression.

"What's wrong?" Macado immediately stepped forward.

"That person's genes!" The Emperor pulled Malcador to the instrument. "Genes!" Malcador glanced at the Emperor suspiciously, then leaned closer to observe the instrument, and muttered: "That sound you just made. I thought the lab exploded when I heard it."

When Malcador looked closer, his face was expressionless, but after observing, he was as surprised as the Emperor.

What was presented to him was the gene of a Terran human.

But it's not the Terra of today, but the Terra of an extremely ancient time, before Terra was called Terra.

"How is it possible?" Malcador moved his eyes away and looked at the emperor in surprise, "How is this possible? No... this is absolutely impossible!"

The Emperor was equally surprised.

He knew that Malcador must be wondering now whether the gene he was studying was wrong, but he had already suspected this.

But the problem is that there will be no second such genetic sample at this time, and even if you deliberately want to make a mistake, you can't do it.

"It's unlikely, but it's true." The emperor maintained spiritual communication, "That Lord of Flames and Thunder, that young man, he is indeed a human being, at least from a biological science point of view, there is no doubt! "

"And he's an ancient one!"

"A person at that stage when human beings have not been too seriously polluted by the subspace, a person who can be called a primitive and pure person. Do you understand, Malcador, that kind of person is not a soulless person, but his spiritual potential is close to The ancient humans at zero.”

"After the Eye of Terror opened, after the subspace storm raged, and after humans came into contact with the subspace for so long, I can't believe that such primitive humans still exist."

After hearing the emperor's words, Malcador felt very shocked. He sat on his chair and pondered.

Then, Malcador asked: "But what's the point? Humans have been in contact with subspace and have been affected by subspace for a long time. Even with such pure primitive human genes, we can't make humans change back to their original form. of human beings.”

The emperor lowered his head as if a basin of cold water had been poured on him, and his whole body became depressed.

"The Golden Age has many legacies, some of which need to be scanned to obtain genes."

"However, genetic modification technology was already being used before humans walked out of Terra. Otherwise, humans would not be able to adapt to void travel and certain worlds with harsh living environments, so his genes would not be able to inherit those legacies."

Malcador continued.

The emperor also understood what he said.

"The existence of this gene is its own value." The emperor said, "Don't say it is meaningless, don't just look at things from a practical perspective, otherwise why do you seal bearers collect cultural relics?"

Malcador nodded, acknowledging that the Emperor had a point.

The Emperor turned back to look at the instrument and said in a deep voice: "The Star Gods use living metal bodies. Human bodies cannot accommodate such powerful beings, but the fact is before us. A flesh and blood body with the power of the Star Gods is keeping it."

"We may not know why he exists, but at least we know that there is a reason why he considers himself human."

"Do you know how I feel now?"

Malcador looked at the emperor's majestic back. He listened without saying a word.

"When I learned that there really was a god, when I naively hoped that maybe the human species would have a god to protect it, and that this species would be blessed by the gods... my feelings were not much different from what I feel now. The feeling of seeing hope.”

Hearing this, Malcador noticed that the Emperor's current state was unusual.

The Emperor slowly turned his head.

"I will no longer want a god to protect humanity because I know gods are evil and mean."

"But if there is a powerful being who wants our species to survive and thrive, it's like another physical version of me."

“We can collaborate, we can share the stress, we can share the truth.”

"Although his existence itself is shrouded in mystery and doubt, but...but..."

In Malcador's eyes, the Emperor stared, his nasolabial folds stretched to both sides, and his facial expression seemed to be a smile, but also seemed to express horror and unbelievable sadness.

"But it's really nice."

(End of this chapter)