Chapter Four hundred and Ninety-Three: [Gene Primarch]
After successfully eliminating Yulim, the leading warlord.
The Emperor immediately led his troops and spent some time clearing out the remaining stragglers in the vicinity.
Wait until everything calms down again.
It was already several hours later.
Standing at the edge of a large crack on the ground, Malcador looked at the emperor's bandaged right hand and asked:
"Is your hand okay?"
Faced with his concern, the emperor looked at the warriors in the distance who were collecting the bodies of his comrades, shook his head, and replied:
"It's not a big problem and it will recover in a few days."
As an extremely powerful high-level psychic, Ulim's desperate counterattack naturally left some injuries for him and Malcador.
For example: Eighty-five percent of the bones in the emperor's right arm were broken cleanly!
This kind of injury may be an irreparable disability for ordinary people.
But for the emperor, although it cannot be said to be too slight, it is definitely not serious.
After spending a few days slowly wearing away the remaining psychic energy in the wound, the Emperor's recovery power can quickly restore it.
even.
If necessary, the Emperor could simply chop off the arm and then spend about a month growing a brand new one.
After confirming that the other party's injury was not serious, Malcador nodded and told the results he had compiled with great joy:
"Basically, most of the nearby warlord forces died in this battle.
Now, we only need to rest for a few years, digest, process, and integrate the existing harvest, and we should be able to accumulate enough power to unify the entire Terra in one go!"
In Macado's view, although the progress is slower than initially expected, it is already a very good result.
Therefore, he was very satisfied and happy.
Compared with his joyful expression, the emperor seemed very calm.
He looked at the Thunder Warriors who were undergoing repairs in the distance, and said to Malcador without looking back:
"very good.
After a while, I will go to Mars and the Moon, where I will lay some foreshadowing for the future Great Expedition plan...
Then, with the victory of this war, the plan for the Space Marines can be further promoted on the premise of obtaining more available resources..."
Hearing this, Malcador's expression froze slightly, and he subconsciously glanced at the Thunder Warriors in the distance who were celebrating the victory of the war, and then sighed softly:
"yes."
As the Emperor's right-hand man and true confidant, Malcador knew very well that in his eyes, the Thunder Warriors were only consumables and emergency supplies from beginning to end.
Once the other party has no actual use, it will be eliminated...
In this regard, Malcador, who was more humane than the Emperor, instinctively felt guilty in his heart...
Eric Taranis, who was looking for survivors on the battlefield, suddenly saw a small piece of about one centimeter in diameter among a pile of disorderly sand and stones, with miniature eyes on the surface.
The piece of meat was slowly squirming on the ground.
Subconsciously, Eric Taranis, who felt that this thing was not very friendly just because of its appearance, raised his hand and wanted to hit it with a heart-warming blazing psychic lightning.
But as the brilliance of psychic lightning lit up in his hands.
In just an instant, the strange piece of flesh that was still moving slowly disappeared from his eyes.
Never seen again.
Even if he searched everywhere, he couldn't find it.
Finally, in confusion, he could only choose to delve deeper into the matter.
For a moment, I even doubted whether I was dazzled...
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Decades later.
Himalayas.
In a laboratory located very deep.
Looking at the twenty training cabins arranged in order in front of him, even the emperor couldn't help but reveal a smile.
What is contained therein is his crowning masterpiece in biology.
The Emperor named them - [Primarch]!
As a super-standard artificial human.
Including genes and souls, more than half of their composition comes directly from the Emperor!
But what really gives them some unique characteristics are the strange substances and chaotic knowledge originating from the subspace.
The blessing of these factors allows them to completely surpass ordinary people.
Possessing power, charm, and wisdom that are beyond the reach of ordinary people, they have become a class that can be called a "demigod".
Even the extremely arrogant Eldar tribe cannot ignore their qualifications!
As for the [Primarchs] who possess these favorable conditions, it is naturally impossible for the Emperor to use them as mere warriors.
Within the emperor's expectations.
In addition to commanding a legion each, these [Primarchs] will become an important pillar of the human rejuvenation plan, and shine for human civilization. They will also become his qualified right-hand man in the future, helping him handle a large number of tasks that mortals cannot take over.
This will allow future human rejuvenation plans to proceed more smoothly!
And, today, decades later.
Except for these young [Primarchs] who are still in the developmental stage.
The upgraded version of the Thunder Warriors, that is, the more stable super warriors-the Space Marines (Brothers Astartes), have also gradually achieved mature transformation technology.
Compared to the Thunder Warriors who are short-lived and easily lose control of their emotions.
The situation of the Space Marines is undoubtedly much better.
Longevity, theoretically living tens of thousands of years is not a problem.
Although it is a little weaker than the Thunder Warrior in terms of strength, it is not much weaker.
Stable, because the reformers themselves have to go through many screenings, so their minds are more reliable than ordinary people.
Even the difficulty of manufacturing and the probability of manufacturing failure are much lower than those of Thunder Warriors.
Even, through extensive searching, the Emperor succeeded in finding some descendants of the elite humans of the [Golden Age] - the [Golden Men].
As the descendants of the cutting-edge genetic experiments of the Human Federation, they are the survivors who have inherited the special gene chain of the "Golden Man".
Although after so many years, most of the [Golden Man] DNA in their bodies has long been degraded due to the influence of various external factors.
But some of the most basic things are still stubbornly retained!
Through the continuous activation of those recessive genetic information.
The Emperor successfully transformed them into a third group of super warriors, the [Custodes], whose strength and performance were far superior to those of the Space Marines and Thunder Warriors!
In terms of overall quality, although the [Forbidden Army] is still unable to compare with the [Golden Man], the crystallization of the [Golden Age], it is already superior to the ordinary humans of the [Golden Age] to a certain extent.
If it weren't for the transformation of [Forbidden Army] being too troublesome, and the person being transformed would have more basic restrictions than the other two.
Their appearance can completely eliminate the Space Marines and Thunder Warriors and sweep each other into the corner of history.
At this moment, the Emperor stood in the experiment as usual and observed the conditions of each [Primarch] again, after confirming that everything was normal.
Then he chose to turn around and walk out of the laboratory to deal with various chores elsewhere.
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