Warhammer 40: Doom

Chapter 10 Motherhood is also a weakness

As a species that created miracles through the combined forces of warp power and human technology, the Primarch was imbued with human qualities by the Emperor.

The original genetic material possessing the Emperor's genetic factors is the biological child who inherits his bloodline. The Emperor bestows upon each of his offspring noble virtues and basic humanity.

The emperor waved his hand gently and took a bottle of dark red blood from the genetic material beside him. The note on the bottle stated that it contained a genetic sample of an ancient Terra canid.

Under psionic manipulation, the Emperor bestowed it upon a Primarch, hoping that canine loyalty would be inherited into the Primarch's genes.

Having done all this, the Emperor's gaze fell on the last red soul, the Primarch who shouldn't have existed, and he hesitated.

What exactly is the "red soul"?
The Emperor could not comprehend the gods' intentions, yet the light emanating from that soul was pure and incomparably unlike anything from the Warp.

After a moment's thought, the Emperor stared at the incubation chamber and pondered for a long time.

Finally, he expressed deep regret to the soul in the incubation chamber: "I cannot give you anything."

There was neither a gift nor a constraint; the emperor simply granted it "freedom."

As soon as the words were spoken, and the ceremony was nearing its end, the subspace magic and the biological cultivation chamber worked together.

The genetic material of the Emperor and Ilda combined in the incubation chamber, and pure subspace power surged in from the Emperor's barrier, rushing into the interior of the incubation chamber.

Nourished by amniotic fluid in the culture chamber and nurtured by subspace energy, twenty-one human embryos gradually took shape in the culture chamber.

The soul of the lesser god and the essence of the emperor merged into the embryo, endowing it with extraordinary power and wisdom.

Erda crawled out of the culture chamber. The pain of extracting genetic material was unbearable, like being injected with a nanobot torture device. Unimaginable stinging pain came from every cell and traveled through her nervous system.

She was very weak, but she reached out and refused Macado's help.

The Mother of Genes looked at the twenty-one human fetuses in the incubation room, connected by artificial umbilical cords, immersed in amniotic fluid, curled up together, and a smile appeared on her pale face.

As an immortal being, she walked alone through tens of thousands of years of human history, never playing the role of "mother," which, as a woman, was undoubtedly a failure.

Now it's different. Erda can clearly feel the throbbing of blood ties. The faint heartbeat of the fetus in the incubation chamber affects the heartbeat of the Mother of Genes. There is a blood bond between the two, and the existence of mother and child has a certain intimate connection.

Long-suppressed maternal instincts emanated from her immortal body; Erda's smile was weak yet strong, gentle and loving, her eyes overflowing with loving light.

"My friend, are you feeling better?" The Emperor's voice was weak; the stripping away of his essence had left him temporarily weak, and his face was slightly pale.

"I'm fine, I've never been better."

“Perhaps your new identity will bring you some different experiences.” Macardo saw a rare gleam in Marda’s eyes and smiled.

"In the next period of time, we just need to wait for them to mature, and we will be able to mass-produce stable genetically modified soldiers."

The Emperor's gaze pierced through the incubation chamber. The twenty-one small gene prototypes were developing at an astonishing rate. Before long, the next step of extracting "gene seeds" could be carried out.

Gene seeds are genetic materials derived from gene origins.

Gene seeds containing subspace genetic material are implanted into carefully selected ordinary human recipients.

The divine power originating from the Primarch, along with the gene seed, reshapes the human body, transforming mortals into superhuman soldiers.

"Let's go. They need some time, and we need time to prepare as well."

The four left silently, then closed the heavy doors outside the laboratory. What happened here was beyond the comprehension of ordinary human technicians and must be sealed away forever.

Erda stopped before the last gate. As a new mother, she was preoccupied with her blood-related offspring. Looking back, her gaze was blocked by the cold, unforgiving alloy gates. The distance between her and her child was both short and long.

These individuals were important figures in the newly formed empire, and each of them had extremely limited time. When they emerged from underground, a large number of people were already waiting for them.

The royal guards, the interior officials, and the soldiers who initially followed the emperor and stood by his side to reclaim Terra.

The crowd was dense and silent.

Under the psychic glow, the Emperor presents a thousand faces, his image varying in their eyes: some see gentleness, some majesty, some respect, some kindness. He is the embodiment of perfection, and perfection is defined by his existence.

The Emperor did not deliberately weaken this influence; in fact, he amplified the psionic illusions.

Humans have considered themselves "civilized" since ancient times on Earth, yet they cannot suppress the worship and fear of powerful beings ingrained in their genes.

The spiritual energy formed a halo around the emperor, making him the most perfect person in everyone's eyes, and the most admired and respected person in everyone's heart.

"My Lord!" Unlike the Imperial Guard, ordinary humans could not look directly at the Emperor's light for long. After a brief moment of stunned silence, the Terran nobles excitedly lowered their proud heads and knelt on one knee to express their loyalty and praise.

The crowd knelt before the four men. Erda felt dizzy and said softly, "I need to rest."

She then turned and left with the maid who had been waiting for a long time. She was not asking for consent, but rather relaying a fact: as a friend of the Lord of Mankind, she possessed special privileges.

The Emperor nodded slightly, letting Erda leave. His friend, whose genetic material had been extracted, was in poor condition and unable to handle the affairs of Lianshan Tianhai.

Erda left the underground laboratory and headed to her residence.

When she was far from the Emperor's side and no longer protected by the Emperor's light, a wisp of subtle and imperceptible chaotic power squeezed out of the void and drifted down to Erda's shoulder. In a barely perceptible instant, it took advantage of her weakness and entered her frail soul.

A wave of dizziness washed over her, and a thin layer of sweat appeared on Erda's smooth forehead. In her dazed state, she felt a chill that touched her very soul, and she struggled to hold onto the wall to avoid falling to the ground.

"Madam, how are you?"

The maid stepped forward to help her up, and the moment she touched her skin, a chill emanated from her mistress. Almost instinctively, the maid curled her fingers to avoid the cold.

"Madam, your health..."

The next moment, Erda recovered completely, gestured to her personal maid not to say anything more, and gave an apologetic smile: "I'm sorry to have worried you, I'm just a little weak."

"Please take good care of your health; the Empire cannot lose you."

After calming the maids' worries, Erda nodded gently and gracefully raised her arm, allowing them to help her back to her quarters.

Erda's residence was small, a tiny but extremely luxurious manor. There was a fountain in the courtyard, surrounded by flower beds and fragrant flowers, and a cobblestone path connected the inner court to the porch.

Terra has been ravaged by humanity's long civil war, every drop of water is worth a fortune, and flowers have completely disappeared from the surface, which is now covered in artificial radiation.

This small garden, planted with flowers and featuring an artificial fountain, is a level of luxury unimaginable to the scavengers and nomads in the wilderness.

After the maid left, Erda entered the study, which was spacious and furnished with wooden bookshelves displaying various ancient books.

Erda lay on a comfortable chair, the sunlight simulated by the miniature fusion device in the courtyard streaming through the cross window and falling on her. Her silk robe outlined her graceful curves, making her look like the goddess of love from Terra mythology.

With a slight frown, Erda kept her eyes tightly closed.

Recalling the images in her mind, in that moment of confusion, she had a vision—a cruel future that she dared not speak of or face.

The hallucinations came to life in my mind, displaying a series of brutal images.

The emperor will enslave her children, treating them as mere war machines, immersing them in endless wars, and then cruelly erasing their existence after achieving her goal, leaving not a trace.

Clearly, this is a fragment of future possibilities from the warp, forcibly inserted into one's mind by some force, and is very likely a conspiracy of an evil god.

Erda knew very well that the powerful beings of the subspace had begun to cause trouble and interfere with the future of humanity.

She didn't believe a word of what the prophecy showed; it was nothing more than the omnipresent traps and conspiracies of an evil god.

Disbelief doesn't mean no worry. Thinking of her twenty-one offspring, Erda's maternal instincts overwhelmed her reason, and a hint of wavering and doubt arose deep within her:

How would an emperor treat his children?

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(End of this chapter)