"No! How did you turn into Asirnoth?!" Ferrus Manus's head throbbed when he saw the thing!
Back on Medusa, he had expended enormous effort to destroy that metal behemoth, only managing to drown it in a magnetic field.
And because of it, the melted flesh had corroded his arm, leaving him with the iron arm he had now.
"Don't you think it looks cool? It's like having armor built right in." Francis gestured as he spoke.
Perturabo said nothing. He silently pulled over a mirror for him.
In the mirror stood a gigantic insect with a hundred legs and horns growing from its head!
He had been careless!
His transformation earlier had not been complete. This showed that, in some respect, the silver giant bug's genes had evolved to an incredibly advanced level. Even he needed time to replicate it completely.
"Uh, sorry for disturbing you. I'll go back and make some adjustments!"
Francis's face reddened, and he scurried back to the laboratory. But as soon as he reached the door, Sarpedon and the others stopped him.
Sarpedon looked at him solemnly. "Primarch, we have something to say to you!"
???
Francis was somewhat puzzled. Were they being so serious because another flesh mutation had appeared?
So he reassured them, "Go ahead! It's fine. I prepared plenty of anesthetic this time, so it won't hurt when I cut."
The Soul Drinkers: "..."
Sarpedon directly pulled Francis into the laboratory. "Primarch, whenever you fight, you either bring Orks or bring even more Orks."
"We feel like you don't need us at all. Even the World Eaters can fight alongside their Primarch!"
"That makes us seem useless. And just like the Space Wolves—their Primarch has an exceptionally keen sense of smell, so they do too!"
"But aside from gnawing on things during