Hearing the other party mention his gene seeds, Talos' face tensed up, and then he responded coldly:
"No need."
Facing Talos's rejection, something flashed in Valier's cold eyes, and an unknown emotion flashed across his face.
"Talos, stop avoiding the question, you are going to die."
The pharmacist lowered his voice.
"I've saved you before, but now I'm not sure I can save you again."
"It's too alarmist."
Talos replied, though his blood ran cold.
"I'm fine, I just have some old problems."
"Why do you have to deceive yourself? Your body is being tortured by your gene seeds. You are old, Talos... Although the blessing of the original body has made your appearance almost unchanged, you are still in the physical universe.
The time is too long, longer than any living Astartes in the empire now. Even the Dauntless needs to stay in the stasis field for a long time. The Eye of Terror may be bad in ten thousand ways, but at least one thing is,
The Astartes inside naturally have a long lifespan."
Talos didn't reply, he just jumped off the bed and reached for the robe hanging on the hanger.
"...When you are injured one after another, your regeneration process is accelerating your collapse. You can no longer heal the damage caused to your body by the curse of the original body. The screening mechanism in the Great Crusade era is not as strict as that in later generations.
, there are unknown mutations in some gene seeds, and you are one of them."
Talos was silent for a moment, as Ciel's sleep talk replayed in his mind, speaking in unison with Valere's sleep talk.
The Prophet put on his robe and turned his marble face to the rest of the room.
"This is just speculation."
"It is a fact that, while I had little experience dealing with the physiology of the first generation Legionnaires, I was able to maintain the survival of the Blackheart King for over a dozen years through ingenuity, ancient science, and working with those who wielded powerful magic.
I know my own craft as a result of fools working together, Talos, and I examined you while you were unconscious, and you are dying, part of your body no longer functioning properly."
After speaking, the pharmacist pointed to a larger operating bed, and the ceiling above the operating bed was a multi-limbed arachnid machine, with various scanners at the end of each connected iron limb.
, cutters and probes.
"I want to conduct a more detailed examination of you when you are awake. Only in this way can I go deeper."
Talos acquiesced.
Half an hour later——
"have a look--"
Valere tapped the monitor and covered the hollowed-out chart on top.
“Do you see the correlation?”
Talos stared at the hologram and hundreds of lines of runic symbols, then shook his head.
"NO, I have not."
"It's hard to believe you were once a pharmacist."
Valler was unusually angry, but
Talos didn't care, but pointed at the reading above.
"I can see structural defects in the body. I can see damage and unreasonable spikes in cortical activity. I'm not saying I can't understand it, Valier. I mean, I don't see anything special about it.
Place."
Valier hesitated and tried another method.
"Can you identify at least spikes in activity in the limbic areas of the brain and see other signals that are listed as potential endpoints?"
"I recognize this possibility, which is hardly conclusive and may indicate that I will spend the rest of my life in pain, but it does not mean that my life will be shortened."
The breath Valier exhaled was almost a sigh.
"That's fine, but look here."
Talos watched as the cycle results flickered and restarted over and over again, runic numbers looping and diagrams flowing in some rhythmless holographic dance.
"I see--"
A few minutes later, Talos said frankly:
"My gene storage gland...I don't know how to describe it, it's so active, it seems to be absorbing and processing genetic markers."
He subconsciously touched his neck,
Valier nodded and allowed himself to smile.
"Mature glands always respond at a certain level of activity, which is the basic level for processing genetic material, gathering part of the physiological characteristics of the warrior they serve."
"I know the function of the gene storage gland."
Interrupted, Valere raised a hand to reassure the prophet.
"The following is my point of view. As we know, your genetic seed is more special than other seeds of the Eighth Legion. It makes your physiology unstable. It may be the reason why you can predict the future. However, now
These qualities are rebelling. Before this, it was still trying to improve you, from a human to a member of the Astartes. It stands to reason that this kind of development will automatically stop after a certain level, but yours has not stagnated...
But you can't improve any more, you are already one of the Astartes, its excessive efficiency has now passed a critical point, and in many cases transplanted organs will wither and die from over-enhancement...
.The seed you have received is so powerful that it is draining you dry."
Talos thought for a while and then replied:
"Like I said, I'm still panting when it hurts, but it's not the end."
"Yes, but the problem is-"
Valier admitted this, a trace of thought flashed in his pale eyes.
"Either way, removing the gene storage gland is not a good option. It won't do anything because your organs are already—"
Talos interrupted him with an annoyed wave of his hand, as if giving an order to fire.
"That's enough, I can read that damn hologram."
Valere slowly exhaled, and the light illuminated his power armor.
"If you die and find a host suitable for your gene seed organs, then this new host may bring the same curse as you - but it has adapted to such an operation at that time, so that the host has
The ability to control it, your gene seeds are not corrupt, but not suitable for you, if there is a better host, a true symbiotic relationship, they will become..."
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Talos's dark eyes sparkled with thought, and various possibilities appeared in the depths.
Valere turned to stare at the chart.
"It would be so powerful, imagine your gift of prophecy without the false illusions that increase over time, without the headaches that bring you to your knees, without the unconsciousness that lasts for weeks or months...imagine without the broken
Memory, and no other infirmities torment you, you would be a super-soldier equal to the Primarch."
"It's a beautiful thought."
Talos's dark eyes were unfocused and he almost smiled.
"Such a person is as rare as the original body. Where can you find someone with such high adaptability? That is simply one in a billion."
"There is one."
Valier looked at Talos calmly.
"You know, you have seen one person. He was only separated from you by a thin layer of amniotic fluid membrane."
Talos's eyes flashed coldly, and he suddenly stood up, grabbed the neck guard of Valier's power armor, and dragged him in front of him.
"I told you! Don't bother them! Don't make me kill you, Skinner."
Valier just looked at Talos calmly and said softly:
"I didn't go to them, they came to me."
"What?"
"That child... was born with a serious genetic defect from his mother. He had almost no bones. They wanted me to save him. I did have the ability, but I told them that the price of saving him was that he would die.
They agreed to embark on an extraordinary path."
Talos was stunned for a moment, and then slowly let go of his hand.
"After all these years-"
"In order to cure his genetic defects, I inhibited his growth, so now he is still in the state of a one-year-old baby, but his defects have been basically removed. After a series of genetic adjustments by me, he will soon be able to enter the rapid
growth stage.”
Talos took a step back and sat slumped on the operating bed.
"what is his name."
"He doesn't have a name yet. You can give him one. For now, I'll call him No. 0."
The prophet raised his head and opened his mouth to say something, but in the end he didn't say it, he just whispered softly: