"In fact, almost all legions have genetic mutations to a greater or lesser extent."

"But you don't have to worry too much, because some of the mutations are born through genetic engineering at the beginning of the year."

Alexander shoved his personal servo skull to Taylor Wilbur's side.

The red beam of light projected the genetic seeds that Alexander had collected from several other legions.

This special double helix structure shows that some traces of infection can be clearly seen.

"Your Highness, you mean that the problem of genetic mutation has been deliberately done from the beginning?"

Before Taylor Wilbur's ass was hot, his mind was stirred and he stood up.

He is well aware of the complexity of genetic engineering, but no one can handle the slightest problem in the gene chain.

But when I thought that it was the emperor who was solving these problems, I was resolute and calmed down.

The power of the emperor is known to everyone and to everyone.

Alexander tapped his fingers lightly on the tabletop, thinking about how to explain to him the mutation of genetic seeds, how to prevent subspace infestation.

For scientific research-type space marines, it is best to be able to explain it at one time, or don't say anything, otherwise you don't understand it and go back to figure out what will happen.

In fact, the increase caused by the benign mutation adjusted by the emperor is extremely obvious, but it can't stand up to stupid people and foreign enemies.

Like the Thousand Sons Legion partially infected by subspace and the Super Duck Guard infected by Chaos, this kind of inferior flesh mutation that appears too strong must be handled with special caution.

"When the emperor created the Space Marines, he added the products of genetic engineering for the rational division of labor and cooperation among the various legions, and the advantages brought by it are undoubted."

"However, since it is a mutation, there is naturally a certain error from the source to the landing."

Alexander paused, looking up and down at Tyro Wilbur before continuing.

"I have decided to allow you to report directly to me, and I will deal with these issues in a timely manner and convey them to the Emperor."

"This,"

Grand Pharmacist Tyro Wilbur jerked half a step forward with a look of disbelief.

He was not surprised by the emperor's genetic engineering achievements, but surprised that His Royal Highness the eldest son allowed him to report directly.

This has crossed several levels in a row, which shows the importance it attaches to.

Taylor took a few deep breaths to calm his mind, and immediately remembered the purpose of his trip.

"Your Highness, I've found something out so far."

"Tell me about it."

Alexander handed the gene seeds on the table to the servo skull and put it back in the maintenance chamber.

"I've found that the warriors of the Imperial Fists are not like the Salamander Legion and the Space Wolf Legion, but a mental problem."

"They love and pursue physical pain."

"I'm worried that they'll go on to pursue mental torture, which would be like madness."

"It's hard to estimate what kind of damage a runaway Space Marines will do to the Empire."

Tyro Wilbur said as he activated the recorder on his helmet.

The walls reflect the Fist of Empire's Pain Suit in private, as well as the warriors using it.

"That's a real problem."

Alexander noticed that the warriors in the picture were even a little excited when they felt the pain.

"Yes, that's what I'm here for."

Taylor Wilbur's face was a little heavy.

Alexander sat back in his chair, rubbed his temples with two fingers, and asked.

"Does your original Roger Dorn know? Has he ever used the Pain Trap? ”

In fact, the current problem of the Fist of the Empire is not big, and it can even be ignored to a certain extent.

As long as their genoplasm remains stable, there are generally no serious problems.

Of course, a certain primordial from the poison gas planet is excluded.

Alexander trusts Roger Dorn and believes that he can handle the use of the Pain Trap.

"Lord Primordial, he doesn't care about these little things."

When Taylor Wilbur discovered the Pain Set, these things were rudimentary and the product of a small experiment.

But just when he didn't notice a few stars, it had developed to the point that the three integrated companies would take the initiative to try, and there was a tendency to intensify.

In fact, when he heard Taylor Wilber's words, Alexander understood that Roger Dorn was in the know.

However, Dorne's current focus is on himself, which leads Tyro Wilbur to realize that his findings are not being taken seriously.

Even the original lord may think that his own children have created a new machine to train new recruits.

"I see."

Alexander stood up and patted Taylor Wilbur's arm.

"I'll talk to Dorne about this, the Fist of the Empire is the toughest legion I've ever seen, trust them and believe in yourself."

"Yes, Your Highness."

Taylor Wilbur got down on one knee to make himself look less tall.

He glanced at the time on the wall, a few minutes before the time Garste had given him, and then asked another question:

"Your Highness, according to what you just described, mutation to the ground will produce errors."

"Does that mean that there will be an increase in the variability of the genetic seeds collected from mature glands?"

"If it continues for several generations, the degree of mutation is probably unacceptable, how can we solve it."

Taylor Wilbur has studied the characterization of genetic seed variants in depth and has directly grasped the main point.

If the mutation of the genetic seeds of the legions cannot be contained, sooner or later the Martian Mechonists will refuse to perform the Space Marine operation.

Moreover, even if they are willing to operate, they themselves cannot accept alien-looking warriors.

"The genetic seeds are inherited from the glands of the Astartes, which is the inevitability of relying on the continuation of genetic seeds."

Space marines are not naturally bred, and relying on genetic seeds for race continuity is bound to come with a great deal of uncertainty.

After all, it is a manual intervention, so there are many more opportunities for the evil god to do it inside.

But the Emperor is unwilling to allow Space Marines to be isolated from humanity and become another race-like existence.

"Doesn't that mean that the legions are bound to inevitably lead to their inevitable destruction?"

Taylor Wilbur frowned in thought.

Benign mutations are fine, but you can't always be lucky.

If a certain generation encounters some inferior mutations, it will directly lose the gene seed.

"This statement of yours is indeed an objective fact, but have you ever wondered how the first generation of Space Marines came to be?"

"The emperor will inevitably take the lead in solving this problem, so what we have to do now is to maintain the integrity of the genetic seed, and maintain its stability."

Alexander does not refute the facts he is saying.

In the Emperor's vision, Space Marines really cannot, and should not, exist alone from humanity.

No one wants to build a sacred mountain on their heads.

"I see, Your Highness."

"Praise the Emperor, fortunately, the genetic seed of the Imperial Fist is currently a benign mutation."

Taylor Wilbur stood up, saluted Alexander, and pushed the door open to leave the lounge.

The Apothecary's mission is to preserve the genetic seeds and retrieve them for integrity and mutation, and other matters are not currently under the jurisdiction of the combat unit.