Warhammer: My buddy has too many secrets!

Chapter 144 Attitude

"Indeed."

Lancelot nodded and then took out a cryogenic container containing gene seeds. Old Bayer took it and placed it in a sampling instrument.

A delicate, long needle was gently inserted into the gene seed, and a large amount of information began to be extracted and compared with the data in the database.

"Wait, this is actually the genetic seed of the Holy Blood Angel?!"

Byr was speechless with shock, and Lancelot, seeing his stunned expression, remembered something and asked, "I've been away from the Empire for a long time. Speaking of which, is it really true that there are no Holy Blood Angels here in the Empire?"

Lancelot asked this question. He knew that in this world, Saint Jeles had gone down a path of no return because of the deception of Chaos. In the end, all of his offspring sacrificed themselves, which made the angel regain his senses and choose to escape. But even if all the warriors died, the genetic seeds should still exist, right?

Lancelot asked this question, and old Bayer shook his head and took out a shriveled gene seed container.

"It's really gone. After that great rebellion, everything about the Blood Angels was sacrificed and wiped out. Without paying such a price, the Blood Angels could not awaken the Primarch who was controlled by the evil god."

Bayer muttered to himself, "I used to have a project to recreate the genetic seed of the Holy Blood Angel, but I never succeeded. But now, the genetic seed of the Holy Blood Angel is right in front of me! He doesn't seem to have been affected by that sacrifice!"

"That's quite a nice specimen."

As Bayer spoke, Lancelot seemed somewhat disturbed upon hearing this, and then asked, "If we were to rebuild a Blood Angels through this, do you think it would be possible to bring Saint Jereth back?"

I don't think it's necessary.

Old Bayer's tone was resolute: "Whether on Istvan 5 or on the Siege of Terra, this Blood Angel has stained his hands with too much blood of loyalists. No one will welcome him back. Even if the Emperor can forgive him, the Shadowmoon Wolf and the offspring of the Wolf God will never forgive him."

"Moreover, even if the Primarch of the Ninth Legion broke free from the shackles of the four Warp Gods, his body had long been completely corrupted by the Warp to the bone marrow."

"Perhaps as the Primarch, he can still maintain his soul in an independent state in the Warp, but his physical cosmic form, his wings stained with the blood of his peers, and his twisted claws, are destined to prevent him from returning to the Imperium."

In the reversed world, the loyal old Bayer spoke so firmly to Lancelot.

In fact, his attitude can be described as centrist or moderate. After all, having experienced the Siege of Terra, he knew the situation back then. Although he could rationally understand the Archangel's predicament of falling in this reversed world, the sins he committed were too grave.

For most factions in the empire, if Saint Geres were to return, their task would be simple: to tie him to the stake and execute him.

Lancelot nodded silently upon hearing this, saying nothing more. Bayer then turned back to focus on the data in front of him, comparing it with the original Space Marine's genetic information. Bayer quickly found the three new organs that had been added to the gene seed.

After watching closely for a while, this emperor's son legion, an old man who had lived for three thousand years, almost instantly leaned over the monitor to look at the readings, and then almost danced with excitement!

"Incredible! Truly an incredible creation!"

"These three things are truly incredible technological creations: they can make Space Marines bigger and stronger, they can unleash their power in dire situations, and they can even protect Space Marines so they can hold on a little longer when they are on the verge of death!"

Old Bayer spoke with great excitement. He analyzed things very quickly. Even though he had never seen what the Protocast Space Marines actually looked like, he had already discovered the differences between the Protocast Space Marines and ordinary Space Marines just by extracting a few samples from the Gene Seed!

"I didn't expect you to give it such high praise. I thought you would think it wasn't perfect enough."

Lancelot looked at the extremely excited old Bayer in front of him and spoke with the same curiosity. At this moment, after a brief moment of ecstasy, old Bayer returned to his usual elegant demeanor.

"From an artistic point of view, it is indeed not perfect, but it is efficient enough! It is definitely a huge improvement in practicality! But reality cannot be art, as our father taught us through his own suffering."

"Physical perfection is merely superficial; only mental fortitude is true strength."

Old Bayer said, "What I've been studying recently is the last legacy the Emperor left us, the genetic seed sample of the Grey Knights of the 666th Chapter. I want to use this sample to turn all the Space Marines into psionic warriors."

"Is this even possible?! And you want to turn all the Space Marines into psykers? This path is dangerous. You and I both know that psykers in the Warp are tempted by many demons, and not everyone can resist the whispers of the High Heavens."

Lancelot frowned sharply as he looked at old Bayer, who calmly nodded: "This road is indeed much more dangerous, but we have no choice but to go through it."

"The great emperor foresaw that humanity would eventually become a powerful psionic race, but in order to prevent humanity from being destroyed in the process of evolution, he had to first establish a strict order and teach humanity to safely wield this power."

"And now, as you know, the Emperor has ascended the Golden Throne, the Netway Project has completely failed, and in the dark years to come, people must arm themselves with faith to fight against the demons."

Old Bayer explained, "Moreover, what I want to create is not to turn ordinary people into psionicists, but to turn them into psionic warriors. This group of warriors should be selected from among the believers, those with the most steadfast faith. They will gather their faith in the Emperor into power, and be able to use the Emperor's power to become psionic warriors, not psionicists."

Listening to old Bayer's words, Lancelot probably understood that the human empire in this world was preparing to take the path of strengthening specialized faith.

After all, the state religion in this world is Luojia. The faith of the state religion is no longer crazy and ignorant, but firm and devout. The difference in faith power between the two is like the difference between nuclear fuel with flesh and clean energy.

"So, have you achieved any results in your research?"

"Of course not yet. The Emperor was the greatest scientist in human history, and the Astartes he created was almost the most perfect tool for conquest."

"It would be extremely difficult for anyone to build upon his work. That's why I say this thing is a truly remarkable creation, because it is incredibly stable and compatible with all designs from before the Emperor."

Old Bayer sighed, "With this creation, and combined with the research findings of the Primarch of the Twelfth Legion, my research will likely be able to accelerate considerably!"

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