I ask Lord Nimrod to share the secrets of the genes and help me restore the glory of the 10th Legion

A thick, dark green liquid poured into Thierry Vieira's mouth, filling his throat with the pungent smell of herbs.

As the liquid slipped into his stomach, his body crackled.

An unbearable itch spread throughout Thierry's body, as though thousands of insects were writhing and biting inside his muscles.

His skin turned crimson, radiating a searing heat even hotter than the Thermal Diffraction Field.

Crack!

With an explosive report, the pauldrons of his Saturnine Terminator armor burst apart.

Thierry's body grew at a visible rate, his knotted muscles bursting through his fitted armor.

Bang!

Inzar Thyrus's arm stiffened. Thierry's body swelled rapidly, becoming as tall as Golden Lorgar in an instant.

His powerful muscles looked cast from steel, surpassing those of most Primarchs and even exceeding the Warmaster's. Only Vulkan,

Nimrod, Leman Russ, and the dead Angron were more muscular.

How was this possible?

How could an Astartes be taller and stronger than a Primarch?

Thierry's pupils turned vertical, shimmering with dark green symbols like stars.

A chill climbed Thyrus's spine. His muscles tensed, and he dared not move a fraction, terrified that the monstrous giant's slit pupils would settle on him.

"This is his most vulnerable moment," a whisper slipped into the Dark Apostle's ear.

"Your moment of destiny has arrived."

"Kill him!"

Brilliant blue light blazed in the Dark Apostle's eyes as he stared at the exposed body amid the falling armor fragments.

The Dark Apostle raised his staff high and aimed it at Thierry.

Azure beams screamed forth, shooting straight toward Thierry.

Nine beams struck an invisible wall in an unbroken barrage.

Boom, boom, boom-

Amid the succession of explosions, not a single ripple disturbed the invisible wall.

The flickering dark green symbols solidified in an instant and struck Thyrus.

Thyrus jolted in horror and reached for the