That's Right, It's You, Short Grandpa
Inside the Abomination, lying on the Operating Table, Arik looked at Mordred with a fawning expression, his eyes filled with longing, which made Mordred's anus tighten.
"Your Highness, is the surgery ready?"
"Okay, but let me tell you in advance, we at Atlas use Genetic Modification therapy. You wouldn't understand if I explained it to you, but in short, your organs have completely failed and you have to be rebuilt."
Furthermore, to prevent further deterioration, I will implant a Space Marine gene gland into you. As long as the circulation is connected, it can gradually replace the diseased tissue in your body, making you a hybrid of Thunder Warriors and Space Marine.
Through previous testing, Mordred finally understood why the Thunder Warriors were uncontrollable: the Emperor had rushed their production and lacked advanced technology, essentially using them as cannon fodder.
From the perspective of a scientific researcher, it was precisely because of the Thunder Warriors' experiment that the Adeptus Custodes and the more controllable Space Marine were born.
For the Empire, a good unit doesn't need to be perfect, since pursuing perfection means high costs.
Take the Space Marine, for example. They are a systematically enhanced army of soldiers, linked to the Primarch as the master controller through Gene-Seed.
This method ensures rapid formation of troops while avoiding the flaws seen in the Thunder Warriors. Furthermore, over time, the Space Marine will become increasingly similar to their Primarch.
Mordred had reason to suspect that this ant-swarm-like structure was copied by the Yellow Skins from the Four Merchants and the Greater Daemon. In other words, if the Primarch were essentially Warp fragment, then weren't the Space Marine just Primarchs and Great Greater Daemon?
Lost in thought and checking the final preparations, Mordred finally spoke up before injecting the anesthetic into Arik's body:
"Now I'm giving you a choice. I have various types of gene glands here. Don't overthink it or ask any questions. Just tell me which legion's traits you want."
The Holographic Projection behind him lit up, displaying the average stats and various characteristics of the 16 Legion Space Marine. Why was this data so detailed?
Anyone who dares to ask will be put on trial that very night by a group of Atlas, so that you will know that the Second Legion has No Secrets.
Arik, who has survived to this day, must be a shrewd person. He didn't make a random choice on his own; instead, he consulted Mordred's opinion.
"Logically, I should recommend that you use Atlas's gene glands, since previous tests have already proven that you are highly compatible with our seeds."
However, I'd recommend you become a lemon boy; Dorn's gene fragments can significantly improve your mental state. Or you could become a Salamanders; that would be even more effective."
"So what is the price?"
Upon hearing this, Mordred became increasingly pleased with Arik. Nothing is perfect, yet there are always some people who think they can control everything. I'm talking about you, Yellow Skins!
"Of course there is. If you choose to be a lemon boy, you will slowly become stubborn, like Dorn, turning into a smelly, hard rock."
If you want to be a black-skinned dragon fruit, you'll be as unconventional as Vulkan, and your reactions will be a beat slower.
After a brief moment of thought, Arik ultimately chose to be a lemon-lover. After all, in his mind, the former 18th Legion was a bunch of crazy guys who went around burning things with flamethrowers. He preferred the hardworking and diligent Imperial Fists.
Looking at the anesthetic entering his veins, for some reason, Arik seemed to see the shadow of Emperor in Mordred, just like the former His Majesty.
Unfortunately, things have changed. Ever since the Emperor disappeared for a period of time on the eve of the Terra Unification War, everything has changed.
"Your Highness, do you think I still have a chance to win glory?"
"Yes, yes, I promised you a five-day work week with two days off. Except for those two days off every five years, I'll make you wait at the Imperial Palace gate every day. I guarantee you'll be satisfied."
Get some sleep, and soon you'll have a new life.
"Huh?" Arik wanted to say that this wasn't how it was supposed to be. The five-day work week and two-day rest schedule was different from what he understood. But the anesthetic was still so effective that he fell into a coma in less than half a minute.
Seeing that no one was around and the last attacker had lost consciousness, Mord twisted his body, Gao Yang, and cleaved Arik's body in two.
"You wretched Yellow Skins, why don't you do things more cleanly? No wonder Pepe is so stubborn, she took after you. In the end, I have to clean up your mess."
Luckily, I discovered it in advance. If others had seen it, even if you did nothing wrong, my foolish brothers and sisters would have thought you were a traitor who used someone and then discarded them.
In the cold laboratory, no one answered Mordred's mutterings; only the recording Servitor Fealty carried out its mission.
While Mordred was frantically patching up the Yellow Skins, a powerful man with equally astonishing wisdom was also causing trouble. This heavyweight was none other than the one-eyed Sunburned Ogryn.
Ever since eating feces in Paradise, Pony has come to realize the wickedness of society. After returning to his hometown of Prospero, he spent a lot of time tinkering with things. After much painful reflection, he still felt that Psychic Power was too useful and he had to use it.
Under the command of Magnus, the one-eyed Sunburned Ogryn, the scholars of the Thousand Sons and Prospero pooled their wisdom and managed to design a powerful martial art called Psyker Rotation.
The essence of Psychic Power is to communicate with the Warp. Just like the magnetic field monster next door, Psychic Power is also one of the basic elements that construct the world.
It sounds abstract, but it's true; Magnus actually deduced a power system that could be used by Psyker.
This so-called Psyker Rotation mainly uses the Biomancy Psychic Power operation mechanism to strengthen itself by communicating with the Warp. With each move, it can split mountains and shatter rocks. It is a masterpiece that integrates force fields, elements, prophecy and many other schools of thought.
With the addition of the "Nine Bird Power" (battle potion) that Magnus ordered from Mordred, despite the small number of Thousand Sons, their overall strength has increased dramatically, and their physique has also improved by leaps and bounds, resulting in a second development. The only drawback is that their heads become pointy, but this is not a problem.
Those who master the technique can even use a move called "Heavenly Dharma Form" to make themselves stronger and more domineering, comparable to a half-rider, making even the toughest Iron Warriors drool with envy.
At that moment, Magnus, like any little kid who has just gotten a toy and wants to show it off, was eager to find an opponent to prove himself, so he plunged headlong into the void.
However, big has its advantages, and small has its own uses. Soon, Thousand Sons encountered a group of strange-looking enemies.
Seeing his offspring, whose size had increased to the point that they were unable to board the enemy ship after boarding, and whose knees were instead smashed by the enemy's heavy hammer, Magnus was truly enraged:
"Damn short people, I'm going to get you all out here, one by one!"
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