Warhammer: Beginning with Planetary Governors

Chapter 169 The Superiority of the Savior Gene

bang——

After the fuel was injected, the mechanical equipment started to work and flames suddenly burst out of the jet nozzle.

"Wow, the fire is quite strong..."

Ron could now confirm that this thing was a mechanical stove.

It was modified using the engine of the assault ship.

"Due to time constraints, we could only make simple modifications to allow testing to continue"

Moss explained promptly.

Ron nodded and continued to stare at Prue, wanting to see what tricks this kid was playing.

On the testing ground, Prue picked up the remains of a large chaos monster.

He cut off the dark meat with contaminated liquid and put it directly into his mouth to chew.

It looks like he is savoring it carefully.

hiss~
He is a ruthless person.

Normal Space Marines can only lick it once to get information.

You don't have to chew it raw like that, right?

What's with that nostalgic expression?

Even the Void Angels can resist a certain degree of pollution, but it is only physical.

Eat it directly and allow pollutants to enter the endocrine system.

There is a high probability of causing poisoning.

Although it will not be fatal, it will definitely affect the battle.

Prue tasted a few more pieces of meat and seemed to have gained some information.

Then cut off several large chunks of different Chaos Monster meat and put them into a large iron bucket.

After that, he grabbed several chemical reagents on the stove equipment and poured them in in order.

“Is this pickling?”

Ron frowned, knowing what Prue was going to do.

Probably to organize a barbecue for everyone.

The problem was that he was familiar with some of the chemical reagents that were poured in. They were corrosive or highly toxic to the human body.

And a glowing green reagent with a skull logo on it was also poured in.
It's a lethal dose at first glance...

When the preparations were complete, the Servo Skull flew over and handed Prue an apron and cooking utensils.

Then lay the alloy mesh for the flame stove.

Pru looked like a chef. He took out pieces of meat from an iron bucket mixed with an unknown liquid and started cutting them.

After cutting, he skewered the meat and placed it on the alloy net.

Then he turned the valve and the flames shot up more than two meters high.

Prue held the skewers and flipped them quickly, finishing the grilling work in more than ten seconds.

Finally, pick up a handful of unknown powder and sprinkle it on it.

Green smoke rose up.

Watching this scene, Ron suddenly had a sense of absurdity.

Wasn’t he here to watch the combat test? How did it suddenly become an open-air barbecue stall?
I always feel that few of the guys under my command are normal...

Prue finished roasting and called it a day.

He placed the pile of grilled mixed meat skewers on a plate and brought it over respectfully.

"My Lord Savior, this is the delicious food I offer you..."

Ron looked at the colorful black skewers on the plate and swallowed:

“Is this thing edible?”

That meat doesn't look like a good thing. I'm afraid they are trying to poison your genetic father.

Prue looked confident:
"Please trust my ability and taste, this is definitely a rare delicacy!"

Ron hesitated for a moment, but decided to taste it.

Okay, I've seen it all.

The atmosphere is so tense that it seems unreasonable not to eat.

Anyway, ordinary toxic substances can't defeat him. At most, he will feel uncomfortable for a while.

Besides, it smells pretty good.

Ron reluctantly grabbed a skewer of meat and stuffed it into his mouth.

He took two bites and suddenly his eyes lit up:
"You know what, it's delicious..."

It is soft, salty and fragrant, melts in your mouth, and has a unique aroma.

"Your praise is my greatest honor!"

Prue felt very proud to receive the praise from the father of genes, and a smile spread across his face.

Ron ate kebabs while listening to Moss report on the genetic characteristics that Prue had acquired after the transformation.

Pru's prefabricated stomach, genes, and taste detection nerves all have varying degrees of benign mutations and enhancements.

This allows him to eat almost anything, even highly contaminated or toxic substances.

And his taste detection nerves are indescribably sensitive to food.

Be able to identify toxins or pollution and quickly find ways to neutralize the toxins.

So that other warriors who don't have special pre-made stomachs can also eat it.

Of course, you need to prepare the corresponding potions in advance. This is simply the chosen galactic chef.

More importantly, Pru can not only gain memories by devouring the flesh and blood of living things.

It can also absorb related hormones from the flesh and blood, slowly strengthening the physical constitution and gaining a slight resistance.

Sustainable growth!

Ron suddenly thought.

Can't Space Marines obtain faint memories of the flesh and blood they eat through genetic testing of their nerves?
This processed meat should still have some effect, right?

Ron grabbed a skewer of meat and handed it to Duke: "Try it and tell me how it feels."

Duke ate the meat and seemed a little surprised: "It's easy to digest and provides good energy."

"Did you get the memory information?"

Duke frowned:

“There’s a broken picture of two human-like rats mating?
I feel like it’s easier to get information from processed meat than from eating it raw…”

Ron was pleasantly surprised.

This genetic trait is not only powerful, but also highly auxiliary.

Unfortunately, Prue is the only one who possesses this genetic trait.

Fortunately, this genetic trait can be passed down slowly through the gene seeds in his gene storage glands.

Given enough time, Ron could create more of these gene seeds through clones.

Create a special subgroup.

Ron looked at Prue, and felt more and more an inexplicable sense of familiarity.

Why does this guy's behavior resemble that of a soldier from a fictional warband called "Sons of the People"?

I feel like the sub-group established with Prue's gene seed could definitely go with that style.

Specializes in guerrilla tactics, exchanges and trades with various war groups, and studies how to deal with the flesh and blood of aliens and heretics.

Then make the corresponding delicious food.

There is no shortage of aliens and heretics in the universe.

This sub-cluster will probably become a mobile five-star hotel between the galaxies.

That would surely scare the aliens and heretics away.

And their fighting ability is not weak either.

If there were a whole group of Space Marines like Prue.

They can fight deep behind enemy lines without having to worry about energy replenishment.

As long as you are not killed in one blow, you can just keep fighting and eating, becoming stronger and stronger, right?
Ron had already imagined a scene in the future where a bunch of Pru's genetic children would hug the thighs of aliens or demons and gnaw on them.

Just don't scare the alien too much.

Fierce yet friendly, that's their label.

After making up his mind, Ron immediately asked Moss to finalize the plan to establish a special sub-group.

The name of the sub-group is to be determined.

The planned time is five years later.

Once Prue's first gene seed matures, we can officially begin.

"Savior"

Moss sorted out all the relevant data using the data pad, looked up and said:
“Our previous view was wrong.

According to the existing experimental data, the gene seed created with you as the original body has incomparable superior characteristics..."

"It seems so?"

Ron also reacted at this time.

He originally thought that his gene seed had no other properties except stability.

But now it seems that it is not that stable.

There are now three variants.

The chaos resistance of the Void Angel and the psychic power of the War Angel.

There is also Prue's mutated iron stomach and toxin-analyzing abilities.

After Moss's analysis and explanation, Ron finally knew the true characteristics of his gene seed.

That's catalysis.

When his gene seed is implanted into a warrior's body, it can stimulate their own hidden talents.

To be ordinary, or to gain special powers.

It all depends on the recipient warrior's own willpower and hidden talents.

For example, the ordinary warriors of the War Angels are weaker than normal Space Marines and are not special in any way.

However, some warriors have awakened their psychic powers, and Pru has even awakened special characteristics.

This is the effect of catalysis, it can only make awesome people even more awesome.

If you are ordinary there is nothing you can do.

Ron swallowed as Moss finished explaining.

Doesn't that mean that his gene seeds can not only stably produce a large number of ordinary warriors, but also catalyze a group of special high-end combat forces?
So awesome!

Suddenly, Ron thought of something.

He felt a chill on his back and cold sweat broke out on his forehead.

If those Primarchs knew about this...

(End of this chapter)