At this moment, Perturabo and Ferrus Manus fell into deep silence. What were they supposed to do?
Alpharius had hidden himself too well. If Francis had not reimplanted his gene-seed, the three of them would probably still have been kept in the dark.
"How about we reimplant our gene-seed too?"
"I think that could work. I don't think there should be any problem on my end, after all..."
Perturabo did not continue. After all, dying quickly and replacing it often was hardly something worth bragging about.
While they were still thinking, Francis stepped forward with immense pride and said, "Don't agonize over it. I have a way to help you. Looks like it's time to let you see what real technology is."
"Do you have a better method?" Ferrus Manus stroked his chin. After all, this was their first time as well.
"You'll find out soon enough."
Francis gave a crooked smile, then opened the door and shouted, "All Soul Drinkers, assemble outside!"
After shouting that, he headed outside, leaving Ferrus Manus and Perturabo rather baffled. "What is he doing? Does he really need to bring out his sons?"
The two exchanged a glance, unable to understand, but they followed anyway.
Then they saw Francis and his warriors, each holding a jar filled with green liquid.
"Soul Drinkers, let us drink this cup together!" Francis raised the Ork blood and drained it in one gulp.
At the same time, all the Soul Drinkers zealously drank the blood as well. "Urgh—ahh! That feels good!"
Then green smoke drifted from their bodies. Within a quarter of an hour, both the primarch and the entire Soul Drinkers Legion had turned into green-skinned Orks.
Francis immediately let out a roar. "Waaaaaaagh! Soul Drinkers, how do you feel?"
"Waaaaaaaagh!!!"
"Feels great, Boss!! Hahaha!"
"Yahoo~ Waaaaaaagh!!!"