"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 mutations are specially blended through genetic engineering at birth."
Alexander pushed his personal servo skull towards Tyro Wilbur.
The red beam projected the gene-seed collected by Alexander from several other legions.
This special double helix structure has some obvious traces of infection.
"Your Highness, are you saying that the problem of genetic mutation was deliberately addressed from the beginning?"
Tyro Wilbur's butt was still hot from sitting, and he stood up with a sudden thought.
He is well aware of the complexity of genetic engineering, and if there is even the slightest problem in the genetic chain, no one can handle it.
But when I thought that the emperor was solving these problems, I felt calmer.
The power of the Emperor is known to all.
Alexander tapped his fingers lightly on the table, thinking about how to explain to him the mutation of gene seeds and how to prevent subspace infection.
For scientific research-oriented Space Marines, it is best to explain things clearly at once. Otherwise, don’t say anything at all. Otherwise, if you don’t understand, you will go back and figure it out.
In fact, the increase brought about by the benign mutations adjusted by the Emperor is extremely obvious, but it cannot withstand fools and foreign enemies.
Like the Thousand Sons Legion partially infected by subspace and the Super Duck Guards infected by Chaos, these kinds of bad flesh and blood mutations that show too strong must be handled with special caution.
"When the Emperor created the Space Marines, he added the products of genetic engineering in order to facilitate the reasonable division of labor and cooperation between the various legions. The advantages it brings are unquestionable."
"But since it is a mutation, there will naturally be a certain amount of error from the source to the implementation."
Alexander paused for a moment, looked at Tyro Wilbur carefully up and down, and then continued.
"I have decided to allow you to report directly to me. I will deal with these issues in a timely manner and convey them to the Emperor."
"this,"
The great pharmacist Tyro Wilbur suddenly moved forward half a step, with a look of disbelief on his face.
He was not surprised by the emperor's genetic engineering achievements, but he was surprised that His Highness the eldest son allowed him to report directly.
This has spanned several levels in a row, which shows how seriously they take it.
Taylor took a few deep breaths to calm down, and immediately remembered the purpose of his trip.
"Your Highness, I have discovered something now."
"Come and listen."
Alexander handed the gene seeds on the table to the servo skull and returned it to the maintenance warehouse.
"I discovered that the abnormalities among the Imperial Fists warriors were not caused by the Salamander Legion and the Space Wolves Legion, but a mental problem."
"They enjoy and pursue physical pain."
"I'm concerned that they might then pursue mental torture, which would make them look like crazy people."
"It is incalculable to know what damage an out-of-control Space Marine would do to the Empire."
Tyro Wilbur said as he activated the recorder on his helmet.
The walls reflect the Ring of Pain device used privately by the Imperial Fists, as well as scenes of warriors wielding it.
"That's really a 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."
Tyro Wilbur's face looked a little heavy.
Alexander sat upright on the chair, rubbed his temples with two fingers and asked again.
"Does your primarch Rogal Dorn know? Has he ever used the Wreath of Pain?"
In fact, the current problems of the Imperial Fist are not big, and can even be ignored to a certain extent.
As long as their original genes can remain stable, there will generally not be too serious problems.
Of course, a certain Primarch from a poisonous planet was excluded.
Alexander trusted Rogal Dorn and believed he could handle the use of the Wraith of Pain.
"Master Primarch, he doesn't care about these little things."
When Tyro Wilbur discovered the Set of Pain devices, they were rudimentary and the product of small-scale attempts.
But in the few weeks he didn't notice, it had developed to the point where three reorganized companies would take the initiative to try it, and the trend was getting worse.
In fact, when he heard Tyro Wilbur's words, Alexander knew that Roger Dorn knew about it.
But Donne's current attention was on himself, which led Tyro Wilbur to realize that his discovery had not been taken seriously.
The Primarch may even think that his descendants have come up with a new machine for training new recruits.
"I see."
Alexander stood up and patted Tyro Wilbur on the arm.
"I will communicate with Dorn about this matter. The Imperial Fists are the most determined legion I have ever seen. Believe in them and believe in yourself."
"Yes, Your Highness."
Tyro Wilbur knelt down on one knee to make himself look less tall.
He glanced at the time on the wall. There were still a few minutes left before the time appointed by Caster, and then asked another question:
"Your Highness, according to what you just described, there will be errors when the mutation reaches the ground."
"Does that mean that the genetic seed collected from mature glands will have increased variability."
"If it continues for several generations, the degree of mutation may be unacceptable. How should we solve it."
Tyro Wilbur has conducted in-depth research on the variation characterization of gene seeds and directly grasped the key points.
If the degree of mutation of the gene seeds of each legion cannot be contained, sooner or later the Martian Mechanicus will refuse to perform Space Marine surgery.
Moreover, even if they are willing to undergo surgery, they themselves cannot accept soldiers who look like aliens.
"The gene seeds are inherited from the glands of the Astartes. This is the inevitability brought about by relying on the continuation of the gene seeds."
Space Marines are not naturally bred, and relying on gene seeds for racial continuation is bound to be accompanied by a lot of uncertainty.
After all, it is a manual intervention, so there are many more opportunities for evil gods to do things in it.
But the Emperor was unwilling to allow the Space Marines to be isolated from humanity and become another race.
"Doesn't that mean that each legion will inevitably lead to inevitable destruction?"
Tyro Wilbur frowned in thought.
Benign mutations are fine, but you can't always be lucky.
If a certain generation encounters some disadvantageous mutations, wouldn't it mean that the gene seeds will be lost directly?
"Your statement is indeed an objective fact, but have you ever thought about where the first generation of Space Marines came from?"
"The Emperor will definitely take the lead to solve this problem, so what we have to do now is to maintain the integrity of the gene seed and maintain its stability."
Alexander did not dispute the facts of what he said.
In the Emperor's vision, the Space Marines indeed could not, and should not, exist independently of humanity.
No one wants to build a sacred mountain over his head.
"I understand, Your Highness."
"Praise the Emperor. Fortunately, the Imperial Fists' gene seeds are currently benign mutations."
Tyro Wilbur stood up, solemnly saluted Alexander with an eagle salute, then opened the door and left the lounge.
The pharmacist's task is to preserve gene seeds, recover and detect their integrity and mutation. As for other matters, it is not currently under the jurisdiction of combat units.
