Warhammer: Start with a dog.

Chapter 824 How could the weeping one be so unlucky?
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"sorry."

"But what are you guys talking about? Can you take care of me?"

Mr. Ramizan Carlosini asked with a sincere and eager-to-learn attitude.

Hong Suo glanced at the other father, who did not object.

"Hmm... 'Because they were so similar, they weren't discovered in previous studies' means that the genetic priests on Mars took a different approach to research. That is, if their technology couldn't eradicate it, why not add a homologous inhibitory component?"

"So the idea is that patching is easier than modifying the main program, right...? That seems reasonable, doesn't it? It feels like it has a higher margin for error and is easier to undo later... But wait, this can easily turn into some kind of... botnet code! No wonder it caused problems!"

Lamizain gave him an "I see!" look. "Go on," he said.

"Then I'll continue."

The pharmacist spoke eloquently.

"...Introducing a genetic fragment from another Primarch's offspring and hybridizing it with the genes of Lord Saint Gilles' offspring would certainly be considered extremely insane and a heretical crime by the Empire today, but it probably wouldn't have been so thousands of years ago. After all, the founding date of the Cursed Army is generally accepted as 991.M35..."

"It's been over five thousand years! So the one who wailed probably wasn't this unlucky at first. As time went by, this bad luck probably got worse and worse, otherwise how could they have survived for so long?"

"Your wisdom is beyond compare, my lord. This also corresponds to the patterns of behavior I observed in the genes of the recruit Avilan and the veteran Malajin."

"So what's so special about the time you specifically mentioned?"

"That was right after the Apostate era ended, my Lord. Everything was still in the recovery phase after the chaos. I guess there were fewer constraints on Mars elsewhere than usual, and the old fogies who were just sitting around doing nothing... I mean, due to the unfortunate wars and accidents, the average age of the Martian administration was probably much lower, making their research style more passionate and innovative."

“…How eloquent he is, Peturabo, look at him.”

The black-and-white plush tyrant displayed a mixture of disdain and embarrassment, while the apothecary master bowed with a smug grin.

"I believe that the original intention of the Mechanicus was to use other genes to stabilize the genetic expression of the Blood Angels and weaken the influence of the irrational rage of bloodlust on them, like putting a genetic cage around your angry soul so that they can not have an outburst or maintain their rationality when they do. Obviously, their idea has been successful at least in the past five thousand years."

"But if the side effect is that you become a super jinx and harm yourself, can that be considered a success?" Ramizam said.

"How can it not count, my lord? After all, the Weeping Ones produced by this experiment did indeed stop the onset of thirst and even Black Rage for a long time, didn't they?"

"But their approach was doomed to failure because nearly four thousand years had passed between the late M35 and the Great Rebellion, and he began creating us in the lab during the late M30. — They simply didn't dare — or didn't even consider the possibility that the Primarch technology at that time was heavily influenced by the warp, or even if it was, they probably thought it was only a small part. The Martian priests and genetic experts who carried out the cursed army at that time certainly couldn't fully unravel the mysteries of the Astartes geneseed. And technological archaeology couldn't possibly find such scarce archives and records from that time. Too many people died and too many books and records were destroyed before and after the Siege of Terra."

"Petulabo said. He was expressionless."

"Even the Selena witches on the moon have become a race with little technological knowledge due to the passage of time, deaths, and the loss of records. This is why, even with their extreme genetic and biological advancements, they cannot prevent strong and unpredictable mutations. Without knowing what subspace influences and mechanisms were initially introduced, it is impossible to deduce what problems their alterations would cause and when they would erupt. This has nothing to do with their own level of biological technology development; it is a subspace problem."

"My God, that makes sense! That makes perfect sense!"

Ramizan exclaimed in surprise, but he immediately noticed another small detail.

"Then, the Weeping Ones must have been paying their gene seed tax on time for the past five thousand years. There must still be people on Mars who are interested in their genes. Moreover, Mars is where their genes were originally modified. Even if they were lost, there must have been more original data in the past thousand years. Why was it Hong Suo who was able to discover whose genes they had added?"

"Because I am so familiar with the characteristics of the genetic sequence that has been hybridized into the cage. And my work also gives me a unique understanding of similar scenarios, my lord. So I realized it immediately."

"...What...? Who...?"

The pharmacist bowed.

“Yes, my lord. Five thousand years ago, Martian gene priests inserted fragments of Imperial Fist genes into the genetic sequences of the Progenitors of Saint Gilles to create new chapter gene seeds. The result of their experiments was the Lamenters Chapter. They attempted to use the patience and order of the Seventh Legion to stabilize the Bloodthirst Fanaticism of the Ninth Legion.”

"No wonder you said you had to see it in person to say who it was... Oh. Damn it."

"What?! Uh, what's going on?!"

As they were talking, the entire Ironblood ship began to tremble with unease.

“Magna!” Peturabo BC roared, “Calm down! Activate your Three Sages subroutines and report to me!”

Hong Suo's eyes flickered, but he remained silent during his father's high-speed communication with the flagship.

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So a few minutes later, there was one more "person" sitting in the office.

"Why is it Roger Dorn's genes again?"

The mechanical structure, clad in gold and silver, is straightforward and unambiguous.

His gleaming blue electronic prosthetic eye stared sternly at the Alchemist Master. If Lysander or any other former Fist of the Empire were present, they would probably kneel down and repent on the spot.

However, for a doctor who had personally treated Genotype by following the same method, the mysterious pressure of Genotype was somewhat lessened.

"I don't understand where your anger and the word 'again' come from, sir."

Magna emitted a pulse of electricity, almost like anger. Unfortunately for him, the Potion Master was as thick-skinned as Abaddon at that moment.

"But what I can say is that the selection of the Seventh Legion was not accidental. Their seeds were originally very universal, and their rock-solid stubbornness (tenacity) and inflexibility (patience) were believed to be able to create a kind of genetic cage, thereby indirectly controlling the problems of the Ninth Legion."

Ramizam opened his mouth.

The master pharmacist spread his hands.

"—I know you want to ask, then why not choose the Fourteenth Legion? Their resilience is the best—by then, the Death Guard had already become the Lord of Corruption's subordinate, and Mars and we all know this. No matter how lacking in oversight they were, they would never use the Death Guard."

Ramizam shut his mouth.

"And why have the Cryers suddenly started to exhibit Bloodthirst and Black Wrath recently..." Hong Suo pulled out another data report, "The cage of Seventh Legion gene fragments that were mixed in has finally begun to degrade and become ineffective due to the passage of time after more than five thousand years of iteration. The genes of Saint Gilles have regained the upper hand, causing Bloodthirst and Black Wrath to surface. It's that simple."

"Wait!" Ramizane shouted, "Does that mean their misfortune will end once the Dorne genetic fragments are completely degraded by time?"

“I can’t guarantee that, my lord,” the apothecary master once again spread his hands in helplessness. “I’m not particularly interested in curing these kinds of difficult problems in other chapters…” “But I’d love to know if it will come true. If it does, that would be good news.”

"...But it is indeed a worthwhile research topic, and I will add it to my research agenda..."

The master pharmacist readily answered and casually produced the next report.

"As for why the Flesh-Tearer could be induced to exhibit such severe thirst and dark rage by a mutated Holy Blessed Chieftain… according to Warren, his brothers experienced these problems at almost the same time in different locations, while only he was able to maintain his thinking—while dissecting the Genestealer samples, I also studied the Flesh-Tearer's genes, focusing on the subtle differences between Warren's own genes and those of his brothers, as well as the stimulation of the Flesh-Tearer's brain cells and genes after a very small-scale activation of the Holy Blessed's brain cells. I discovered a familiar subspace signal in the genes of all three, which seemed strangely familiar, so I compared it with seed samples from more different legions…"

"Uh, can you get to the point? I'm dizzy."

"The severe collective outburst of the 'Flesh-Tearers' is not without reason; they have been targeted. If this problem is not addressed, their original recruits will also experience the same issues."

"You've taken a liking to someone? By whom?"

"Blood God".

"Blood God? What kind of new discovery is that? Everyone knows how much the Red Kobolds and their Great Demons crave Saint Gilles and his offspring. There are even more mutated chapters among the Blood Angels' offspring than the Flesh-Tearers."

“What I mean is, my lord,” Hunsor thought for a moment, “and I’ll try to keep it simple—I mean, Lord Angron’s Iron Heart has broken free from the original fate of the Twelfth Legion in our universe and become a new chapter, is that right?”

"Yes."

"Whether it's some kind of cosmic compensation, a twist of fate, or the Blood God simply giving too much... In any case, it's understandable that the Blood God wants to have a new fighting group representing himself in this era and to select a champion, right?"

"...I understand what you mean. The kobolds are truly the ultimate, invincible gacha pullers. Sigh, doesn't that mean Gabriel Seth is in danger... Baal... Dante..."

“Red Angel,” Magna suddenly blurted out. “The database has suddenly displayed an extremely high degree of fate coupling.”

"What? Red Angel? Isn't that what Angron used to be called?"

Peturabo BC spoke up.

"Nothing. That's true. Hong Suo, do you have any other reports?"

The pharmacist pulled out the last thin report from the bottom of the sample box.

"Yes, my lord, yes."

"How many more shocks do you have left?!"

"This is the last one, I promise, my Lord."

The pharmacist began his report, “During further research and comparison of the gene sequences of Malakin Forros and Avilan, I discovered something else.”

"...Wouldn't the findings of your experiment be enough for others to study for a thousand years and write papers for a thousand years?"

"Two thousand years may not be enough. But you should know that since I was chosen as your chief apothecary, I have sworn that you will receive the services of the most powerful apothecary in the entire galaxy—won't you take a look at my new discovery? Weeping ones, may you bless them, I'm afraid they are in for trouble again."

The apothecary master's tone held no sympathy whatsoever, only reluctance.

"Huh? How exactly did you have bad luck?"

Hong Suo put on a polite, fake smile.

"Long-term frozen genetic seeds cannot prevent the natural dissolution of internal heterozygous gene fragments; they can only delay it—that's the premise. Through research and comparison, I discovered that if the Coul used the seeds from the ancient genetic seed tax they submitted to create new Proto-Weeping Weavers, then I believe they would develop... a third symptom due to the accelerated dissolution of gene fragments implanted in the frozen seeds after differentiation began. Of course, if a Weeping Weaver lives to a sufficiently old age, there's a chance they might also develop this symptom."

"...What is it?"

“Dorn’s darkness,” Honso added, “is somewhat like the somatization of severe melancholy and despair, leading to symptoms such as general paralysis, and it cannot be awakened through normal means because it is an ancient genetic problem.”

"...[3K profanities], I was wondering why they hadn't seemed to have much bad luck lately... Turns out... how can people be this unlucky?!"

Magna emitted another disgruntled electronic pulse.

However, Hong Suo received a private message: "Now that you've discovered this, are you confident you can treat it?"

The pharmacist looked up and saw the pair of luminous blue electronic prosthetic eyes.

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"Hey! What's wrong?!"

Warren Charaka frantically tried to lift Malakin Forros from the ground with a sense of panic he had never felt before.

"I didn't hit you!"

The other person was trembling all over, his eyes were lifeless, his jaw muscles became relaxed, and his limbs trembled uncontrollably, as if he were experiencing a nightmare that no one else could see.

"Do you need some blood?! Hey! Can you hear me?! Can you answer me?! Is anyone here?!"

Warren lifted Malakin's upper body and leaned him against the chair. The Warchief of the Weeping Ones was still trembling, his face filled with grief, his blond hair disheveled, and silver tears welling up in his eyes, leaving the Flesh-Tearer bewildered.

Malakin seemed completely deaf to the torn flesh's cries.

"That's right! That Reca coffee—oh my god!"

He had just finished a whole pot of Reca coffee on the table while waiting in boredom.

But the strange researcher said something before he left...

Warren leaped to his feet and rushed toward the cafeteria's food serving area.

(End of this chapter)