Warhammer 40k: Shattered Steel Soul

Titus, this was not the pharmacist's original name, but this does not mean that his current name has any real, desired meaning.

In fact, there were a series of small accidents.

"Olympians also like to name themselves after ancient heroes, a long time ago," Titus said, observing the process of one of his apprentices purifying samples, concentrating and extracting proteins, checking whether there were any omissions in his steps.

It's not that the two of them really have a distinction between teachers and apprentices in terms of military rank, but Titus is always followed by a large number of young pharmacists who are willing to learn from him.

In front of the pharmacist, the entire laboratory was evenly cut into adjacent squares, and in front of many compartments sat automatic machines that looked similar to the iron ring robots of their gene father, but half the size - they made them themselves to assist them in completing some tasks that are difficult for a single person to do, or repetitive work that does not require manpower.

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Titus himself has one, and now he is assigned to clean the dust and dander in the console.

"During my naming process, my parents also used the name of a general in ancient legend, Titus Andronicus, who has a story of bitterness and hatred, and I actually never like him." Titus smiled and said to his other pharmacist apprentice.

"So after I joined the Iron Warriors, I added a letter to my name to prove that I was not that general. At that time, I was going to be called Titus... Do you have time to take a look at the matrix-assisted laser ionization over there? Thank you, Mida." He nodded to another apprentice. There are multiple operating stations carrying out the analysis and research process of the same set of samples.

"But you are not called Titus now," someone asked, in front of the pharmacist, the processed material had just been introduced into the ion trap mass spectrometer. The outer shell of the machine is painted with a row of variants of the Iron Warriors Corps emblem, using a variety of representative artistic styles accumulated by humans in painting over tens of thousands of years.

Considering that paints and chisels are obviously not allowed to be brought into the laboratory, it is hard to imagine how many harmless creative manufacturing commissions the technical Iron Warriors have received privately in the process of making various devices.

"Because I later read the books in the Iron Blood Library," Titus said, "I found that there was an erroneous space theorem with the same name as Titius almost 30,000 years ago, although no one else should notice it... So I changed my name again, changing two letters in the name, and it finally became like this."

"You are really meticulous, Andronicus." An uncontrollable low laugh.

"Oh, don't laugh at me." Titus said, waving his servo-mechanical arm with his claws and teeth, as an ineffective threat.

On his Thinker, the mass spectrometry software had just typed a line of "Created" on the screen console. The machine compared the Iron Warriors' existing species database and tried to match the samples collected by the team members from the bodies eaten by the Randan aliens.

The results were quickly obtained, and the answers they obtained were disappointing, but not unexpected.

"Report to father first, the virus sample we found is not in the library." Titus gave the order, "Next, let's test the other properties of this neural virus. Remember the first point, be careful of sample leakage. No one wants to do a full ship cleanup every six months like the Mountain Phalanx, right?"

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"...We will temporarily name it the Seed of Randan."

Perturabo put down his data board, his eyes swept across the communication screens of several Primarchs, and stopped at Lorgar Aurelion.

Since the last conversation, Lorgar's mention of his faith has further decreased, but his extremely sincere eyes always make Perturabo's body hairy.

After this battle, it is better for him to reduce contact with the Word Bearers. Although Lorgar's warriors had a good reputation among the other cousins ​​who worked with them, Perturabo decided to add some personal emotional factors to the consideration of future legion cooperation.

"It sounds like they can work on almost any organic matter," Horus re-summarized, patting the artificial fur on his shoulder, "Gene transcription, plants, animals, everything. How does the Randan control this dangerous substance? They can't let it transform all its territory into those things."

He shook his hand and made an arc to represent the flesh and blood structures.

"If the pictures Perturabo showed me have universal properties, then they do live on the wreckage of life." Lorgar said, his screen is often the brightest one among the few people, and the brilliant golden light sprinkled from the top of the Wandering Temple, dazzling the gold text on his skin.

Perturabo had to adjust the color saturation of that screen separately.

"Pure biological viruses can't achieve this effect," Leon commented. "I think it's still related to psychic power in the end."

From the serious face of Lion El'Jonson, Perturabo couldn't tell whether this child of the forest had just read a lot of psychic books in the past two days to fill his gaps in knowledge.

There is undoubtedly an unknown connection on Caliban that is closely related to metaphysical supernatural power, but except for the Emperor, and perhaps Malcador, Mors and Magnus, no one knows what it is.

"Perhaps this is a material carrier of psychic energy, or a simulated material form," Perturabo said, "Therefore, they will decompose immediately after completing the transformation of the biological ganglia, and there is only a very low probability that the decomposition time will be delayed. This makes it difficult for pharmacists to conduct sufficient tests."

"My Shadow Moon Wolf can't find the problem, maybe this is the reason. We have never caught up with the flesh and blood structure that is half transformed." Horus replied regretfully.

He sometimes wondered if they had discovered the existence of this psychic virus at that time, whether they could get closer to the missing Second Legion.

- But did the Second Legion discover this substance at that time? No one present knew the answer.

"We should move on," Perturabo said, "This main star will be our springboard to enter the corridor. One thing is certain. The deeper we go into the Randan Empire, the closer we are to victory. At least we already know that this psychic nerve virus is extremely slow to harm the Astartes and can be effectively suppressed."

"Only the abandoned body is poisoned," Lorgar said softly.

"So, can we expect that the Second Legion at least has not..." Horus paused. Even if it was just a hypothesis, he was still reluctant to say the word, "converted?"

"I don't know." The Iron Lord lowered his eyes and recalled the empty pedestal in the Square of Heroes.