Warhammer: I don't want to be a stinky can! ! !

Chapter 834 [276.] When it comes to technology, Typhons is professional

"Look what weird thing I found?"

The Necromancer wearing the red robe of the Mechanicus swung the Staff of All Machines in his hand and pushed aside the Tyranid corpse that was blocking him on the ground.

Amid the green slime mold on the ground, the corpse of the Neuroaxon was kicked aside by the Necrons, and soft and rotten sticky matter like mud flowed out of the hole drilled in the worm by the drill gun.

The clone of the Endless One Trazyn looked up and stepped on the green fungus mat that was like a thick carpet. The slime fungus mat composed of greenskins, Tyranids, and the warp felt soft to the feet, provided that one ignored the biomass soup that kept coming out of these green things.

"Who are you?"

Indistinct mumblings were heard from the half-collapsed Ancient Titan ahead, and in front of the Greenskin garbage heap that had been modified so much that its original model could no longer be seen, a green Space Marine that almost blended in with the surrounding environment was slumped there.

Of course, it was not because he wanted to collapse on the ground, but because Trazyn wanted him to lose his combat effectiveness - so this unfortunate Chaos Space Marine lost his combat effectiveness.

This is the strength of the Infinite One Trazyn! Even though this body is just a split of Trazyn (the main body is still in the rear with Pluto's strategic retreat), the "Pray to Pluto to Automatically Activate the Black Stone System" installed in this body still has great war benefits.

Isn't this just knocking down a Chaos Boy with ease?
"Foolish man who has fallen into chaos - I am the Infinite Emperor! The warrior who made the last attempt to save the Necrontyr! The eternal and glorious foreign king of the human empire! And the most sincere friend of Hades, the god of the underworld, Trazyn!!!"

Apparently, the word Pluto made the fat guy in front of Trazyn fall into a brief coma, but after a moment, Typhons woke up again with extreme astonishment.

"Tar...Tarrazin?"

"It's down!"

The Infinite One suddenly stretched out a hand,

"Okay! You don't have to tell me your name - because the great Endless One has seen through everything - I think you are Karas from another world! Right?!"

The similar temperament of this Chaos Warrior immediately reminded Trazyn of Karas Typhon, a veteran Death Guard soldier who was close to Mortarion.

And Trazyn did not have the virtue of killing Chaos immediately when he saw that he was facing him. After all, he was already a Necrontyr who was extremely pro-aliens. In the eyes of the Necrons, the degree of heresy between aliens and Chaos was not much different.

Only humans care about these things.

Sure enough, [Typhons] shrank for a moment after hearing the name "Karas", then he nodded, seeming to approve of the name.

"I got separated from my team because of the greenskins."

Typhons said the truth helplessly. He had no hostility towards the sudden appearance of Trazyn, especially after this inexplicable Necron called out the name "Him".

Typhons did know that there was a Necron who was a reinforcement for the human empire, and now he was 100% sure that the Necron was the weird guy in front of him -

Because only this Necron force would openly use the power from Pluto.

At the same time, after joining the loving father's family, Typhus rarely got angry about anything, as if everything was the retribution he deserved.

Trazyn touched his chin. He couldn't tell what this Nurgle warrior was doing here, completely separated from the main force's actions. But judging from his behavior, he didn't seem like a spy placed on the front line.

His clone was the intelligence team at the front line. As a result, Trazyn found an extremely strange battlefield at the front line. All the greenskins and Tyranids tacitly avoided this oily green area. In this area, countless corpses of Tyranids and greenskins were corroded by fungi and turned into sticky soup.

So the Infinite One came here to explore the retreat route for Hades and his gang, and then he saw Typhus who was brought here by the greenskins by accident.

Instinctively, Trazyn would have collected this guy right away, but now that Trazyn was on a greater, truer path, he decided to take him in later.

"So what are you doing here?"

[Typhus] spread his hands helplessly. Could he say that he wanted to find that existence... but was reluctant to take action due to various reasons?

He had to comfort himself again and again that he was waiting for [Vox] and his group to come, and then go to die together.

For someone like him who is in a bad state in another world, war has long lost its purpose. War is just war, just like going to work every day. It doesn't matter who wins or loses. Anyway, his life is already as bad as it can't be any worse.

The struggle that Typhus could make was completed ten thousand years ago. He placed his bet on Mortarion and only hoped that Mortarion could complete his last rebellion.

But these are not things that should be told. The sensitive little Nurglings in the Father's Garden cannot speak directly. At the same time, too many Chaos creatures live in a confused state, especially the children in the Father's family. If you do not intend to compete for favor in the garden, then there is really nothing to do in the garden.

[Typhons] usually goes to Barbarys to do the "gardening".

Finally, Typhons paused and opened his outstretched hands again.

"I'm... studying the evolution of the Tyranids. This race is very interesting. There are no such creatures in my world. In certain situations, I think this race poses a high threat. Their evolution speed is too fast, so I'm studying how to... clean them up."

[Typhons] Go on, there is nothing to hide, he is already dead, he just wants to see his old friend for the last time, and it would be best if he could die in a dignified way.

If he had a better attitude, perhaps this "most sincere friend of Hades" would lend him a helping hand and send him to see Hades.

"My design direction is to try to drive a group similar to the Tyranids to fight against them, but the premise is that the new swarm needs to be separated from the original group, and at the same time ensure that they will never split again or evolve beyond the designed mission."

The green light in Trazyn's eyes flickered. It had discussed similar topics with Hades before, but the war was urgent, and neither of them was very proficient in biotechnology, so similar ideas had to be put on hold for the time being.

"The core of the Tyranids is the genetic code that drives them, but the underlying logic of the Tyranids allows the same race to split and escape so that they can expand their population again in the future. If you want to use it as a stable weapon, I initially thought that this instinct of the Tyranids needs to be curbed."

Trazyn nodded. He agreed with the green Space Marine's point of view and wanted to listen to what was to come. However, what the Endless One did not expect was that Typhons spread his hands and looked at him helplessly.

“But all research in this area has failed.”

Typhons said somewhat frustratedly,

"First of all, it is very difficult to remove these genes. Gene fragments with similar functional expressions are mixed in many different groups of genes. It is impossible to completely remove them unless I have the computing power of an entire planet. Secondly, even if I find a way to curb the expression of these genes, the strength of these newly edited Tyranids will be reduced.

The swarm's flight in the event of defeat is just one expression of these specific genomes, which are actually responsible for the fight-or-flight response of individual insects in combat."

In other words, there are too many of these genomes, and they are tied to many other genes, so they cannot be deleted completely. Secondly, even if they are deleted completely, these genomes are not only responsible for the expression of the swarm's escape, but also for other Tyranid behavior templates.
It’s like there is a word starting with “ab” in the genome, which can be spelled as “abandon” or “ability” under different circumstances.

If one simply deletes "ab" to try to prevent Tyrone from spelling "abandon," then "ability" will also be impossible to spell.

The real situation is a million times more complicated than this. Typhons simply gave an example - genetics are far more complicated than programming. This is why general genes are more capable of naturally generating souls, while programming mostly requires the genetically generated body to pray in order to generate a soul in the subspace.

Trazyn shook his head after hearing Typhons' explanation. The Necrons seemed to have realized that they could not use the Tyranids directly as weapons - this might have frustrated Hades, the most powerful idea king.

"So what you're saying is that Tyranids can't be used by us after all, right, green boy?"

The joking name of "Green Boy" did not anger Typhus, because Typhus was no longer angry about trivial matters. The Nurgle warrior did not even care about this matter, but shook his head at the previous question.

“That’s what I thought.”

He spoke slowly, glancing at the green-skinned corpses rotting around him on the green fungal carpet.

“But then I realized that we could think in a different way. The Orks gave me inspiration. Since we can’t avoid the autonomous division and escape of the Zerg, we can set them up as a race that will decay autonomously, just like the greenskins.”

"Greenskins need war to reproduce. Only war can stimulate their spore division. So accordingly, we can set these Tyranids to need a certain environment to stimulate the expression of their reproduction behavior."

"I originally envisioned using 'Tyranids' as the environment -

If this newly edited population is aware of the presence of more than 50 old Tyranids around them, the newly edited Tyranids will immediately become active and exhibit normal Tyranid behavior patterns - except that they will prioritize attacking old individuals and occupying the old race's habitat. Then, when the old population drops to zero, the genes in the newly edited Tyranids will significantly reduce their performance, and finally the entire population will fall into a dormant state until it is activated next time. "

“That sounds great.”

Trazyn nodded. He felt that this Karas from another destiny line was obviously a practical person, unlike those technical bureaucrats under his command.

Those bastards are simply the physical expression of people drawing salaries for nothing and taking kickbacks.

It even began to feel that this Nurgle warrior with a few pairs of insignificant little wings on his back was amiable. Simply relying on his passion for his profession, this Space Marine had already developed so many results.

The Endless One couldn't help but take a step forward, wanting to listen to more insights.

Typhons shook his head at the Endless's praise.

"But then I realized that this wasn't going to work,"

He said, with a ripple of bitterness in his heart. If Guilliman suddenly found Typhus and asked him to provide a similar solution, then Typhus would definitely stop at this version.

But what he was facing now was not Guilliman, but another galaxy, another better galaxy, where they should have been able to survive and build.

Typhus knew very well that he would most likely not be able to provide patched versions of these solutions after this, and he would not have the opportunity to do so - because he himself was about to face complete destruction.

So he hoped, purely out of selfishness, that he could come up with a more complete solution.

[Taifos] wants to do something to make up for his previous silence and inaction.

"Tyranids evolve very quickly. It's very likely that the old individuals will try to decipher the behavior of these newly edited Tyranids and then fight back. They may disguise their appearance so that the newly edited individuals cannot recognize them as enemies, or they may genetically contaminate the newly edited Tyranids."

"That is to say, after solving the problem of the Tyranids' over-rapid reproduction, the most important issue is how to enable them to clearly identify hostile creatures."

Typhons stopped and took a deep breath. His next words might shock the world and anger the necrophile in front of him.

And his inspiration still comes from these greenskins.

After all... the greenskins, as some kind of ancient tool race, are really well designed.

Typhons swallowed.

"If I really design in this area, then what I will face will be one of the most difficult problems in the past ten thousand years, because the biological evolution mechanism of Tyrannosaurus is too perfect. It is almost the pinnacle of confrontation and anti-confrontation mechanism. The identification of new and old individuals will evolve to a level that we can hardly imagine.

But I am certain that the survival of the fittest will cause the newly edited individuals to eventually be reintegrated into the Tyranids due to evolutionary tendencies, so this method will not work."

"therefore……"

Typhus paused, and his pause almost made the Endless One anxious. The Endless One took another step forward, motioning for Typhus to speak faster.

"I wonder if there is a possibility... to bypass the internal mechanism of Tyrannosaurus and control it in the simplest and crudest way."

Maybe this method doesn't exist in other universes, but in this fucked-up universe they live in, Typhus wants to say "Yes, yes."

There are rules that bypass the internal mechanisms of the Tyranids themselves, and are powerful enough to directly challenge their physical laws. That is the Warp.

"Once again, the Orks have inspired me."

Typhons said slowly,
"We can directly mark the newly edited individuals as believing in a certain subspace, and then they will indiscriminately attack similar individuals who do not believe in the existence of this subspace."

That is to say, let the bugs believe in religion, and then the religious guys will indiscriminately slaughter the non-believers.

If the religious bugs no longer believe in religion, then let the god they believe in directly wipe out the traitor.

It's hellish, but it works.

Is this right? It is very right.

This is Warhammer 40K.

Talking about theology is worse than talking about science. This is the answer to this version.

What about life science, genetic programming, natural selection, Darwin's theory, etc.? It would be better if he just went straight to theology! Add some points!!!

The thoughtful science of bio-editing would revert to the realm of theology, as absurd as a Nurgle warrior talking to a Necron about life science.

Typhus' words were like thunder in the Endless's ears, shocking it as much as the moment it heard Hades say that he didn't eat much.

"Genius!"

The Endless One expressed his sincere emotion, saying that the person who proposed this solution must have an absolutely profound and unique understanding of the essential operating logic of this world, and be able to realize the truth of this fucked-up universe.

"So how do you plan to create a 'warp god' for them, or use the existing ones?"

Trazyn took another step forward, almost reaching Typhons.

Typhus coughed muffledly and looked at Trazyn - in fact, he had another purpose in explaining so much before. If Typhus wanted to realize his idea, then the other key technology he needed was in the hands of the Necrons.

"Creating new minor gods will exacerbate the chaos in the warp... I don't think this is what the galaxy wants to see, and I don't know much about the other gods in this galaxy."

"But it doesn't necessarily have to be a Warp God."

[Typhus] looked at Trazyn and took a step forward. Because of a very WAAAAGH idea, two people of completely different races and different standpoints actually began to sympathize with each other at this moment.

"Let me make it clear what I need. I need a substance that can allow the power of the subspace to attach to it and proliferate autonomously.

This type of substance will be forcibly placed into the nerve center of the Tyranids, and as it proliferates, it will be forced into the new generation. At the same time, it needs to possess properties that allow it to be perceived, controlled, and resonated by a certain subspace existence.

The selected subspace existence should preferably have high resistance, the ability to distinguish and resist the intervention of a large amount of noisy information. "

"Then we just need to set it up so that the Tyranids who have this subspace information can indiscriminately attack the Tyranids who don't have this subspace information.

In this way, the power to identify friends and enemies is not in the hands of the Tyranids, but in the hands of the subspace beings they "believe in". Once the Tyranids who possess this subspace information undergo a malignant mutation, we can also let the subspace beings kill these individuals directly with subjective intention at a very low cost and very quickly. "

"Isn't this just——"

Trazyn reached out and held the hand of his half brother tightly. The Endless have always valued talents, especially those who can come up with ideas that are in line with theirs.

"Isn't this just..."

“Isn’t this the Black Stone?!!!”

The proliferation and autonomous movement of Black Stone is precisely the Necrons' strong research area.

Blackstone can naturally resonate with the subspace, whether it is psychic energy or anti-psychic energy, Blackstone can resonate.

Typhons nodded. Now he was absolutely sure that Trazyn would help him. At this moment, he finally felt relieved.

He was a little worried that he had not accomplished much. After all, Vox and Lady Psyche both had clear goals, and Typhons seemed a little out of place among the three.

"So this friendly alien who is allied with the Imperium of Man...what Warp Being do you think would be more suitable to lead these new Tyranids?"

There is only one candidate.

Just like Black Stone's absolute answer, Trazyn uttered the word without hesitation, the name that represents hope, devouring, Star God, absolute power, freeloading, eating without paying, and Coca-Cola.

"Hades."

Trazyn held his comrade's hand tightly and shook it vigorously, but the owner of this hand seemed a little tipsy, a little fainted, and suspected to be unconscious.

Because of this wonderful name.

But it doesn't matter. With a snap of his fingers, Trazyn successfully took in this friend and his green-skinned laboratory. Let him talk slowly in Trazyn's multi-dimensional universe.

Trazyn still had a lot to ask this friend, such as what made him embark on such a great journey alone, and whether he was willing to continue doing it and contribute to the entire galaxy.

Of course, Trazyn also has some worries at the moment, that is, Hades will never allow such a person who is 100% tainted by Chaos to work under him - but it doesn't matter, Trazyn will help Typhus disguise himself a little.

After all, it is the invincible Trazyn!
"Okay, my friend, let's talk about the rest of my heartfelt words when you enter my pocket universe."

Trazyn spoke earnestly. Opposite it, Typhus, who had just regained consciousness from the shadow of Pluto, was taken directly into Trazyn's Pokémon Ball before he could even scream.

Before falling into coma again, Typhus just wanted to ask if anyone could help him and bring his two remaining comrades over.

The one among them who had the least goals and motivation, unexpectedly became the person most likely to be the first to see Hades.

But this opportunity...

Typhus thought to himself before he passed out.
He still hopes to give it to [Vox] first.

..............................

【at the same time】

On the battlefield, [Vox] held back an inexplicable sneeze with his firm will.

"Our front line is not the fastest."

[Vorx] said after a moment of silence, and suddenly pulled back the chain wrapped around the arm armor, and the scythe tied to the chain was also pulled back, and a scorpion-shaped destroyer's roaring head was thrown into the air along with the spinning scythe.

"After all, luck is also an important factor in war. You can't always expect us to be on the fastest path."

Lady Psyche's lingering voice came, she was not very comfortable here, because they had left the territory of Angron and his legion, and forced to march to the area where the two Saints were staying.

Unable to eat the enemy corpses, the entire [Blood Angels] Legion showed a kind of bloody anxiety and irritability, and Lady Psyche obviously sensed this.

If it were Angron, he would probably start teasing Sanguinius, who is a little irritable because of the Legion.

[Lady Psyche] blinked and was somewhat indignant to see that [Vox] ignored her again and instead threw himself into the fight. The daughter of Slaanesh had no choice but to take a deep breath helplessly.

No one knew who had saved their lives in the area ruled by Angron.

The long and boring killing had already made Lady Psyche a little bored. She took the opportunity to straighten up, stretched out her snake body, and turned her head to look in the direction where the two Primarchs of Sanguinius were standing - there, the two Primarchs were obviously discussing something.

Interesting.

[Madam Psyche] licked the scales on her cheek with a hissing sound. She was now certain that the two Sanguinius were the group that got along the most harmoniously, but it was obvious that the Sanguinius she knew would not get along so harmoniously with someone with a different stance just because they had similar values.

What were they discussing? It couldn't be Guilliman again. Only interests and needs would bring the two Sanguinius together and communicate calmly.

The slightly anxious face of the ghoul was reflected in the snake pupils of Lady Psyche. This Slaanesh believer who often followed Mortarion and kept an eye on everything was obviously thinking of something.

Lady Psyche giggled, and recalled the psychic power released by Angron on the battlefield between Slaanesh and the greenskins, which slightly possessed the aura of Sanguinius. It turned out that Angron had hinted it to her a long time ago.

This is a good thing.

Lady Psyche's eyes curved. The joining of Sanguinius would mean that Mortarion would share a lot of the pressure from Guilliman.

The joining of [Sanguinius] also means the rebellion of [Horus] on the other side.

Oh, no, no, no, maybe it is because there is a problem with [Horus] that [Sanguinius] is now so anxious to seek help.

Lady Psyche almost immediately figured out the general direction of things. She felt ecstatic. The mines buried in Guilliman's absurd rule finally began to explode one by one.

Does Mortarion know this good news now?
Lady Psyche thought to herself, but no matter what, she needed to inform Mortarion immediately.

Although Mortarion has allowed the trio to pursue death from the River Styx, compared to the other two, Lady Psyche obviously has other responsibilities and obligations.

While thinking in her heart, Lady Psyche's snake tail had already begun to meander towards the direction of the two Primarchs. She made up her mind that after the two Sanguiniuses finished communicating, she would go over to get acquainted with them and chat with them for a few more words.

As a darling of Slaanesh and a capable general under Mortarion, she could ask him a few questions as long as she was proud enough.

Moreover, maybe Sanguinius just needs her to act as a broker to talk to Mortarion.

Within the Chaos Empire, most communications between Primarchs were monitored. If two Primarchs who originally had a mediocre relationship suddenly got together, they would most likely be under the watchful eye of Guilliman.

Although communication between the Primarch's subordinates is also under heavy surveillance, it is still more relaxed than direct conversation with the Primarch himself.

With this in mind, Lady Psyche abandoned Vorx, who was immersed in chopping down Necrons behind her, and let this determined warrior hack and slash among the enemies.

But Lady Psyche believed that there was no way for Vox to meet the person they were about to meet in this way. For individuals, the fastest way was still to ride the wind.

And she would try her best to take advantage of this trend with her overly determined comrade.

The situation was uncertain and it was clear that they needed to contact Mortarion again.

(End of this chapter)