Warhammer: Start with a dog.

Chapter 823 Blood Curse?
It's break time now after lunch.

Ramizan takes a nap, while Petulabo works.

Hong Suo returned to his medical laboratory.

It's been a long time since I've had such a relaxed work pace.

While Honsor thought the incredulous rage on the faces of friendly forces when extracting their seeds with gene-seed extractors on the front lines was fantastic; and the sight of him spraying his disinfectant into the orcs, rendering them immobile and crushing them to pieces, was also fantastic—well, the latter didn't see widespread application, partly because the Black Templar reinforcements were so enraged that they considered it "completely dishonorable," and other factors included:

Hongsuo's power armor only has two disinfectant nozzles; only when Hongsuo wears this power armor and uses the disinfectant sprayed from these nozzles can it have the effect of causing the orcs to become glued and paralyzed, and so on.

If these limitations hadn't been discovered during actual use, he would have already mass-produced this disinfectant and used it wherever it was needed!

—So it turns out I was too merciful after all… this suit of armor.

The apothecary master thought with regret, "Alas, the Primarch's design was still too lenient towards others."

Too soft-hearted!

He slapped his palm in exasperation.
If not for such benevolence, the Primarch could have led them to greater achievements and glory!

Ah well, at least Father has now expressed his contradictions through a split between his heart and body, and his children have received a compensation they never expected... What else can we expect?

If there are things Father is unwilling to do, then…

Even if some of this armor could be mass-produced, Hunsso and his apothecary detachment might be able to pull off a 22-hour raid on Terra as a gift to his father.

—At that time, with his father overseeing things, Hong Suo can openly mobilize resources across the entire empire to find a disciple. Once he finds a disciple, they can happily research some wonderful gene seeds and present them as a gift again. Wouldn't that be wonderful!
...Speaking of those genetic seeds...

The master pharmacist pondered for a moment, then the laboratory door opened after the verification, and a blast of cool, dry air rushed in.

He went inside.

...He's gotten his hands on a lot of new stuff lately...and there's a problem he's been concerned about for a while now, and waiting until after lunch to come back and do the experiment is already his limit.

His gaze swept over the beds of the patients who were tearing flesh: a static force field was the best way to control these uncontrollable patients—of course, it was also very expensive.

Everyone's physical injuries had healed well. Hong Suo checked them one by one, and yes, the suction holes on their necks and sternums had also healed very well...

Of course, as the apothecary master representing the Silver Skull Chapter, Hunsso would still remember to go all out and maintain the facade of this fake chapter.

He re-injected a cluster of new undifferentiated cells into both of their areas.

In theory, they will slowly begin to develop again there as a gene seed storage gland—if the owner lives long enough, it won't be too long, the one in the neck will probably take six to seven years, and the one under the sternum will take about eleven to twelve years!
That's not too long for a Space Marine, right? As for how the Flesh Tearer survived for so long, that's not the medic's problem.

Look, "We should not exploit our allies to the point of exhaustion in our production and daily life activities." Hong Suo listens to his father's words very well!
Humming a tuneless little melody he'd heard somewhere, Hong Suo passed through several more heavily guarded gates and entered the gene seed bank to select today's lucky seed.

He couldn't wait to verify the doubt in his heart...

Hongsuo strode out of the last warehouse door with a whole box of gene seed samples, and casually drank the coconut reca coffee on the table in one gulp.

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Malakin Forros first looked at the figure sitting by the window with a puzzled expression, then he discerned the subtle bloodline characteristics, and then became somewhat surprised.

Who are you? My brother?

Astartes, who was standing by the window with a strange expression, also gave him a "who are you?" look.

"And who are you? Ah, but judging from your appearance, I guess you must also be the son of Saint Gilles."

“You don’t even know each other?” The thin young man raised an eyebrow. “I thought the sons of Saint Gilles would know each other quite well.”

This time it was Malakin's turn to hesitate, but he still spoke first.

"The crusade for redemption of my chapter is not yet over, and we have not been in contact with Baal for more than a century."

"A Redemption Expedition?" The Astartes by the window smiled, his grin revealing beast-like teeth, but the concentration of his battle hormones in the air was noticeably higher.

The young man frowned.

"What crimes did you commit to be sentenced to this crusade? How does it feel? I rarely hear of such things... Oh, wait, you're not a lamenter, are you?!"

“It’s them.” Clearly, the young man had entered a state of anticipation. “Let me introduce two cousins ​​I’ve never met before! This is Malakin Forros, the Chapter Master of the Weeping Chapter, and this is Warren Chaska, the Tenth Company Commander of the Flesh-Tearing Chapter.”

The atmosphere suddenly turned unfriendly.

"Who do we have here? It turns out to be the leader of the traitors."

“We have been tried and still have a chance to atone, which is better than you, a bunch of people who cannot control yourselves and have tainted the honor of Saint Gilles’ blood.”

Malakin said solemnly, "Even during our crusade for redemption, we heard of the 'end of honor'."

The word caused Warren's muscles, which had been poised to strike, to relax, and he stared at Malakin for a while.

"Is that so?" The tenth company commander shrugged. "Anyway, it's all coming to an end. But we won't taint the blood of Saint Gilles."

"Oh?" the young man uttered a guttural sound.

"Seth made this decision when he received Baal's summons and decided to lead his men there. We will wash away the shame on our honor with our blood, including that of the Blood Angels."

“Besides the last batch of seeds that weren’t mature, Seth took almost everything—manpower and recruits. Otherwise, why do you think I chose to retreat in the face of invaders? I stayed behind to look after the last batch of seeds that were about to mature. I also selected suitable children. My responsibility is to send the last batch of recruits to the chapter. This is my duty. It also allows our cursed bloodline to have an honorable end on our homeworld of Sanguis with a glorious death.”

Warren answered frankly, since there was nothing to hide.

“The summoning of Baal?” Malakin Foros caught a phrase that no archangel descendant would overlook.

“Terren.” The mere mention of that word caused Malakin’s expression to change drastically. “The main tentacle of the Tyranid hive fleet, Baal is on its path.”

"Oh. No."

"Well, it seems you'll have plenty to talk about. That's great. Please sit down and discuss. I have to go; I have a lot to do."

The young man said, “If you need anything else.” He casually pointed to the dimly lit cafeteria window.

"Just ask over there."

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“…How could this be…No, I should say it was just as expected!” The alchemist withdrew his gaze from the comparison results of countless sample points and let out a long breath.

It's a pity that no apprentice was there to share this moment of joy with him.

But is this comparison result really... a pleasant surprise? I doubt one of the fathers would consider it a pleasant surprise.

But it is necessary to report it immediately.

So he picked out the key points, wrote them down in one sentence, converted them into a coded message, and then sent them to the warband leader's office email in a top-secret document.

In the blink of an eye, a message popped up on his retina, showing that the sender was his stricter father.

Can you be sure this problem actually exists?

“I can find no other explanation, sir. I have compared all the samples of flesh-tearing and weeping I have obtained. I also hope to learn more from you.”

"Then, bring your report and raw data to my office immediately. Use the Beta-11 route, one-time access granted. I've sent you the one-way guide; it will automatically delete after you read it."

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The Beta-11 route is clearly not recorded on any existing route maps or guidebooks, leading Hunsso to suspect that it is actually a teleportation route.

Because after he carried the sample box and opened the unassuming, dusty little door as instructed, he found himself stepping into the office.

How... did you do that?
He blinked and curiously turned to look at the door he had come through.

But that door had disappeared; behind him were the exquisite and imposing carved doors of the office.

"It is so good to see that your power has been increased so amazingly, my Lord."

"To be precise, it's not mine, it's not ours."

"Then?" The apothecary master blinked again.

"This thing was originally a prototype. The armory had been researching and trying to install it for centuries, but it was only recently that it was found to work properly on our ships."

"That's a good thing, my lord. It's a powerful tool for surprise attacks, repairs, first aid, and security."

"Indeed. But it's not a good thing for such extraordinary generosity to suddenly appear in our stingy galaxy."

"That's what Peturabo, with his brown eyes, said."

"This only means that we have recently encountered some opponents or unexpected events that are comparable to this power. Now we are using other methods to limit its scope of operation and turn it into a dedicated access line, which is better."

"Then where did this item come from...?"

"It is very likely a relic from humanity's dark ages, and this may be the only one that has survived."

Peturabo BC frowned. "It came to us on its own, but since it hadn't caused any negative impact before, we just kept it for research."

He muttered in an even softer voice, “But the fact that it works just when the mourners arrive is not a good sign.”

Then, Peturabo BC waved his hand toward another Iron Lord who was listening behind his desk, "Alright, let's not talk about that anymore. I called you here to hear your report on that matter."

His gaze finally settled completely on Hong Suo. The apothecary felt a surge of warmth in his empty heart when he realized that his father's attention was entirely on him, almost making him want to let out a comfortable sigh.

Fortunately, he held back. A good doctor or a war blacksmith should not so easily reveal their emotions or opinions.

“Yes, my lord.” He cleared his throat, placed the sample box on the table, opened it, revealing the samples, raw data reports, and other items inside.

"Based on my comparison results... Malakin Forros's genetic seed sample... is impure."

The gasp came from the blue-eyed Lord of Steel at the head of the table. He stared wide-eyed and seemed to utter a curse, but Hongsuo selectively ignored it and continued to recount his explosive discovery.

"To prevent isolated cases, I managed to... obtain the genetic material of Technical Sergeant Avilan for a second comparison..."

"Wait, is he alright?!"

“Avilan, sir? He’s fine, except for mild malnutrition, anemia and dehydration.”

"It sounds terrible that an Astartes has these symptoms!"

"A problem that can be cured by eating in the cafeteria for three days without restraint here is really not a big problem, sir."

"Oh, please go ahead."

"The second comparison of the gene seed sample from Avilan showed that there was indeed a case of impurity, but it was more subtle than the impurity expression in veterans like Malakin Forros. Moreover, the abnormality was only expressed in certain specific locations in the gene seed and disappeared in most organs after guided differentiation. It could only be detected by tracing the specific location using isotope labeling. I guess that's why no one had discovered this problem before."

“You should know that you are making a very serious accusation, you mean you are accusing the descendants of Saint Gilles of having impure genes.”

Peturabo BC said, "There's a possibility that I might not be able to keep your charges indefinitely, Hunsso."

“I know, my lord. But I have a brilliant explanation for this.” Hong Su bowed.

"tell me the story."

"First of all, everyone knows that the Crying Chapter is a product of the twenty-first founding of the army."

“Curse the Army!” Ramizan immediately chimed in. “I know, wait, does that mean Mars tampered with these gene seeds when the Curse the Army was being built?! So this is Mars’ problem, it has nothing to do with you or us. We just helped the Holy Blood Angels and the Weeping Ones discover it!”

“That’s right. My lord, your wisdom is beyond compare.” Hunsso said with a look of satisfaction.

"In other words, you've discovered exactly what Mars did to the initial seed of the Weeping Ones."

"Yes, sir. I believe I have discovered hidden traces of genetic modification. If it weren't for someone as familiar with comparing samples as I am, I probably wouldn't have noticed, since they are so similar."

Peturabo BC immediately understood another layer of meaning from Honsau.

"You mean they used that method..."

"The initial modifications to the Blood Curse of the Lamenters were very likely indeed intended to save the Holy Blood Angels, and they almost succeeded. It was incredibly audacious, extremely so."

“Indeed,” Peturabo BC said. “Unfortunately, they don’t have the original samples, nor could they possibly know the original laboratory’s files and data.”

(End of this chapter)