Warhammer: Start with a dog.

Chapter 52: This is not the way to be a father

"—All that being said, therefore, my lord."

Hongsuo said happily to Lamizane who was listening to the report. The latter was sitting in the middle with two rows of iron rings standing beside him. "The targeted gene enhancement culture experiment seems to be successful so far. This batch of my The average height of my colleagues has increased by 12.6%."

Lamizane quickly made a calculation in his mind, "——It has almost reached the average height of most other legion soldiers, and there may even be individuals who exceed it."

"Exactly so, my lord," Honso nodded, "and growing in the right places while retaining most of the original muscle mass."

"Hmm." The Potion Master raised his eyebrows in a very humane manner when he saw his original body, "As for the power armor modification part - it seems that the production capacity of the casting workshop and the armory needs to be improved. Production capacity It’s really becoming more and more inadequate.”

"Your wisdom, my lord."

"What about the gene seed part? You can say it briefly."

"The main part of the transplanted organs of the test samples is still your steel-like excellent genes. I have inserted some selected mutant fragments into them, which helps to improve the shape of certain organs and further improve the subjects' health. physical fitness."

"Exquisite craftsmanship. Give me an example?"

"For example, some genes now produce mutations that can accelerate wound healing. I typed this fragment into the corresponding code. In the end, about 50% of the sample recipients showed this benign mutation. Fifty percent of the samples still require more long-term follow-up observations."

"That's a good thing, you did a good job, Honso, let's have a cup of Reca coffee together?"

"With pleasure, Father."

"——By the way, Honso," Lamizane just raised the coffee cup to his mouth and asked casually, "Where did you get so many suitable mutant gene fragments in such a short period of time?" ?”

The Potion Master's confident eyes flashed for the first time.
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  at the same time.

In a separate cubicle in the pharmacist's workshop.

"Didi————" The brainwashing program finally completed the last step.

Adalik Vannas, who was brought back from the interrogation room by Parogov after the incident, slowly opened his eyes.

In the center of the purple irises of the servant of the Prince of Darkness, the black pupils slowly shrank. There was nothing in his eyes, only the blue dim light of the medical cabin was reflected.

The Raven Guard's skin was so white that it was almost transparent under the cold and light. His deltoid muscles now clearly showed the shape of a black bird on the surface, but compared with when it was first tattooed on Vanus' skin. It's slightly different.

The bird's left foot is holding a bolt of lightning, and its right foot is holding a vague shape that looks like a key at first glance, but generally it looks like a Raven Guard sigil.

"..."

There was no one in the compartment, and Parogov was looking after the others outside. By the way, he recently discovered that when he suddenly broke away from his solitary internship and began to officially devote himself to the treatment of battle brothers, if he did not wear a helmet, If so, all but a few would avoid his gaze and agitatedly refuse his grasp of their hands, whether he intended to inject or examine them.

This made the young pharmacist even more confused and troubled, so he now wears his helmet most of the time to work - although the patients still look very awkward and uncomfortable, at least they can continue.

therefore--

After a few gentle clicks and hisses of vacuum exhaust, the Raven Guard climbed out of the medical bay as silently as a ghost.

Vannas' hair was messy and scattered on his pale face. His eyes were empty. He walked slowly to the door and spent a long time staring at the ceramic door, as if to identify what was blocking his way.

then--

He still maintained that blank, sleepwalking look, and took a step forward - there was the existence of the ceramic steel door itself - very unlikely - the door of reality did not block him or make him bump into it - even if Nas's entire existence was like "stepping into the shadow", stepping into the depth of the shadow strip in the gap between the door——
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  "How dare you (Gutera swears) to do this?! You are capable of going too far!"

Lamizane was sitting in the pharmacist's reception room. The Reka coffee on the table had gone cold, and he had no intention of drinking it anymore. Opposite him was a look on his face that said, "Anyway, I've already done it. That's it. You can either kill me." Either protect me" Hong Suo.

The moment he heard that answer, Lamizane felt as if a bucket of ice water had been poured over his head. He had immediately ordered LOGOS to perform the reverse audio and surveillance erasure and patching task on all channels in this room - Lamizane knew it. Perturabo's habit. Due to his recent busy schedule, the Border Collie has focused his monitoring time on four times a day instead of immediately, so he has to move faster...

The Primarch frowned, put the tips of his elbows on the table, crossed his fingers, and hid the expression on the lower half of his face behind his palms. “What I’m going to ask you next, you must tell the truth, and you must not conceal or falsify anything you say.”

"Yes, my lord, I will tell you all."

"...Are you becoming sensible again now?"

"I have always used your will as the guide and foundation for all my actions. My father."

"...Ahem. Without further ado, first of all, how many of these self-cultivated mixed genetic organs and tissues did you mix into other people's bodies?"

"Everyone has."

"everyone?!"

"Oh, Aharin didn't." Honso sounded sincerely regretful.

"That's not the point!" Lamizane raised his eyebrows high, "Are these implanted organizations trustworthy? Hong Suo? Are you sure they are not some kind of subspace product or a mutation tainted by conspiracy?"

"I checked every way I could."

Lamizane felt a little relieved.

"But of course, my lord, I can't make any guarantees about that under the watchful eye of Chaos."

"Hong! Suo!"

"Even the Corpse Emperor's subordinates cannot fully guarantee these things under their strict housekeeping rituals. My lord, you are a bit harsh on me."

"you……"

Suddenly, the iron ring robots took action, their mechanical pistons moved and connected with each other. The wide battle shields expanded outwards. Each mechanical eye emitted a bright red scanning light. The switch of the thunder hammer was turned on, and the force The field crackled.

The steel machinery formed a temporary strong fortress in an instant, firmly guarding the "Fourth Primarch" who had not yet reacted in the middle.

"Please stay there, father." The Potion Master calmly drew his twin bolters, "There is something here."

"……I know."

"The search may take some time."

"...I don't think so."

The two iron ring soldiers in the center obeyed the order and put away their combat shields. After seeing the scene inside, Hong Suo's pupils shrank.

Adalic Vanus, the former Raven Guard, was slowly emerging from the shadows, his purple eyes finally bright, staring at him with the innocence of a fledgling hatching, staring at him with open mouth. The "Fourth Primarch".

"Father……"

"This matter must not be taken lightly this time, Hong Suo!!!! What on earth did you get into people's brains by riding a horse!!!!!!!"

　Gua……………

　　This ridiculous sore throat...it's been for too long...the pain has not decreased at all.
  　　Take away your magical powers, old uncle Nurgle!

　　Forgot to press publish again

　　
  　
  (End of this chapter)