Father and Son Speak Honestly!

Another wave of genetic information surged from the liquid.

"Vesken genes, Harris."

"Enjoys combat."

"Born on an unnamed planet in the Ultima Segmentum."

"Hyper-acidic stomach, photosynthesis, super-regeneration."

As expected.

At this moment, the skin all over Francis's body had turned a cyan-blue, constantly capturing the light within the room.

Warm?

This feeling... it felt just like sunbathing on a beach in June; it was almost too comfortable!

"Is this the effect of photosynthesis!"

"Doesn't that mean the hyper-acidic stomach is active too!"

Thinking of this, Francis's eyes lit up. He raised his hand and began to gag himself, his two fingers digging and digging away.

"Ugh... ugh~"

Finally.

A strong wave of nausea hit him, and with a snap, the final string of rational restraint finally broke.

Thick, green liquid shot violently from his mouth. Before he could even pull his right hand back, it was submerged in a large amount of stomach acid.

Sizzle, sizzle, sizzle~

Francis watched as his right hand was corroded at a speed visible to the naked eye, only for the festering palm to recover in an instant.

"Hahaha~ It really worked!"

Just as Francis was cheering while holding up his palm, a faint sound of metal clashing echoed from outside the door.

When he turned his head to look, Constantin already had his hands gripped tightly around the Spear of the Sun, looking incredibly tense.

He was not sure if the cell could hold the other party.

"So, you have finally decided to become a xenos after all!"

Francis: "..."

If he weren't still "serving his sentence," he would definitely make this bald monk understand why flowers are so red.

However, he held back, then put on an innocent look and waved both hands.

"No, no! How could that be? I was just exercising my body. I'll be back to normal immediately!"

"It had better be that way. Number Eleven, perhaps you have forgotten why you were locked up here."

"However, I can remind you."

"First, do not attempt to reconcile humanity with xenos."

"Second, do not attempt the so-called further evolution of humanity."

"Third, do not overuse your genetic technology; you cannot control it."

Constantin's words instantly served as a reminder to Francis.

That's right, in this world, one of the absolute bottom lines that must never be touched is xenos!

So, what about his current behavior?

Francis suddenly felt that the guy was actually quite decent for not killing him on the spot.

"Ahem, I am just learning about the enemy, using the enemy's strengths to defeat the enemy!"

"Look, haven't I already turned back to normal now!"

As he spoke, he shook his body, and the abnormalities on his skin quickly vanished.

However, Constantin continued to stare at him intensely, the Spear of the Sun in his hands still continuously charging.

"By the way, do you know about the Webway?"

Just as Francis wanted to change the subject.

Suddenly.

The familiar, benevolent voice echoed in his mind once again.

"Francis, how do you know about the Webway Project? (Gold-leaf lettering)"

Unlike their previous conversations, Francis clearly heard a hint of coldness in the tone of Emperor.

Only then did Francis realize that the "Webway Project" was still a top-secret matter at this moment.

According to original history, Emperor returned to Terra from the front lines of the Great Crusade specifically to build the "Webway."

Moreover, this top-secret operation was known to only a very small number of people, and that did not include the twenty Primarchs.

Therefore, for someone like him who had been sealed away a long time ago, it was even more impossible for him to know about this plan.

In an instant, the genetically enhanced brain of Francis whirred through hundreds of thousands of calculations.

Finally, the words "Webway" and "unknown substance" collided in his mind.

Francis found the perfect excuse. He took a deep breath and replied, "It must have been that unknown substance telling me. In my dreams, I saw someone use a terrifying psychic spell to pierce the Webway, and then countless demons poured in here."

Francis did not explicitly describe the process; after all, he was currently just a confined youngest son.

"It seems you have received a prophecy from the unknown substance within the Webway."

Hearing the much softer tone, Francis really wanted to curse out loud.

Prophecy, my foot! I'm a transmigrator, and I'm here to save your old hide!

If history continued to follow its course, the Webway would be breached, demons would invade, the Adeptus Custodes would suffer heavy casualties, his own sons would betray him, and even he, the Emperor, would end up sitting on the "Golden Throne," half-dead for eternity.

The future of humanity would vanish as well; it was truly too miserable!

However, he still had to pretend to be extremely shocked at this moment. "What? Things ran out of the Webway? What will happen to me? Father!"

"...Unknown, but for now, it appears to be a positive influence."

Francis: "..."

It was clear that the original Eleventh Primarch had indeed suffered a major issue.

"Father, then when can I get out of here?"

"Why do you want to leave?"

Here it comes, here it comes.

For many days, Francis had long since simulated the answer to this question.

Francis put on a look of heartbreaking grief, his voice low and strained.

"Because I want to obtain more prophecies, I want to change the tragic ending I saw in my dreams, Father!"

Emperor saw through this clumsy performance by Francis at a glance.

However, the Emperor could also sense that the other party was not lying, though his personality had changed quite significantly.

"Then what do you think should be done?"

"Since it was powerful psychic energy that destroyed the Webway, and that person also knew the location of Terra."

"How about we bring those with powerful psychic abilities back early and keep them under strict surveillance?"

Francis's eyes darted around; he did not explicitly point out who should be brought back.

"Not bad."

Clearly.

Between "slowing down the Great Crusade to ensure the safety of the Webway" and "maintaining the speed of the Crusade while risking the Webway," the Emperor chose the former.

As for why the "Webway" was so important, one had to mention that this world contained a place called the Warp.

Interstellar exploration was achieved through faster-than-light travel using Warp technology.

If you didn't use the Warp, you might set off as a young man, but by the time you reached your destination, not even your ashes would remain.

Perhaps you would be out fighting on the front lines, only to find your home base had been wiped out while you were away.

But using the Warp wasn't ideal either; it was not a material plane, but rather a place woven entirely from magic and psychic energy.

As everyone knows, wherever there is a name, there must be conscious entities.

As long as there are conscious entities, there must be malice!

The Warp was no exception; it was vast and boundless, and no one knew how many terrifying things were hidden within.

For an ordinary person, getting lost from age eight to eighty was a best-case scenario; otherwise, you might be corrupted by ■■■■ and degenerate into something strange.

And the existence of the "Webway" allowed one to avoid all of this entirely!

It was like the difference between being forced to charge into a forest full of wild beasts and monsters, versus taking a high-speed train directly to your destination.

Therefore!

Francis did not receive any information from the Emperor regarding when he would be able to leave.

"Damn it!"

Perhaps the conversation with the Emperor had an effect, as Constantin lowered the Spear of the Sun in his hand.

"Are you planning on standing there forever?" Francis teased.

Constantin did not speak, just stared at him, and the two of them locked eyes for a long time.

Fine!

If he couldn't afford to offend him, he could at least avoid him.

Francis stopped paying attention to the other man and turned his focus to the table.

He now had several types of xenos materials and a series of genetic technology devices in his possession.

"Hehehe~ Let this big corn-spirit see what real biochemical technology is all about!"

As time passed, the memories regarding genetic technology in the mind of Francis grew increasingly abundant.

"First, let us add a bowl of ork blood, and then add the blood of the Vesken."

"Add gene-dissolving enzymes, mutagens, targeted chimeras, universal gene supplements, my hair, and toenails. Stir well~"

Just like that, a liquid of colorful black appeared in the cup.

Francis pulled the incubation tank over, opened the hatch, and began to chant a blessing.

"Soul juice, pour it on~"

As the viscous liquid slid continuously into the tank, he closed the hatch.

Francis began the first genetic editing surgery since his awakening!

The brilliance of the process could be seen in the expression of utter shock on the poker face of Constantin.

If not for the orders of Emperor, perhaps Constantin would have already completely destroyed the heretic before him.

At the same time.

Emperor issued a list to the Space Wolves Legion.

"Have them return to Terra~"