After listening intently to Wells's detailed explanation of his gene-seed cloning technology, everyone wore looks of sudden realization. At last, they fully understood exactly what advanced and mysterious method Wells had used to successfully clone gene-seeds.
Tyberos turned his gaze toward Roboute Guilliman's clone inside the cold iron tank at the center of the laboratory. He stared at the lifelike yet utterly lifeless body within, his throat moving slightly before he asked in a somewhat dry voice:
"Does that mean this technology is required no matter what kind of gene-seed is being cloned?"
Hearing this, Wells slowly raised his head. His deep, ocean-like eyes met Tyberos's particularly fierce-looking face directly.
The corners of his lips curved upward as he stared at the other man with a faintly amused expression and softly countered:
"What? Now that you know the exact methods and techniques for cloning gene-seeds, do you no longer want to continue cloning your Raven Guard gene-seeds?"
Faced with Wells's slightly provocative words, Tyberos immediately shook his head hard and answered decisively:
"Of course not! The cloning of gene-seeds must continue. It is simply hard to believe after witnessing and learning of the astonishing technology your side possesses."
Nack, who stood nearby, could not help laughing softly. As he laughed, he teased Tyberos:
"Haha, I thought you were scared after learning that technical detail!"
Tyberos abruptly turned his head at the sound, his blazing gaze fixed directly on Nack. After a brief silence, he spoke again, his tone now exceptionally firm and powerful, as though every word carried tremendous weight:
"I do not know what this so-called 'fear' is. Forget merely cloning our Primarch—even if the real Primarch were standing before me right now.
If necessary, I would still dare to raise my weapon against him without hesitation! It is