"Blood thirst, it is a product that exists deep in genes."
The Emperor was pacing in the laboratory, feeling very confused.
He is a person who attaches great importance to the ratio of investment and gain, especially in an era when the empire urgently needs to rapidly expand its territory. Everything is to serve the war.
Compared with other legions, blood thirst is just a negative state in which the genetic spiral is over-stimulated, and it is not irreversible and restrained.
But these potential problems need to be solved after all.
The Emperor made up his mind and came to stand beside Alexander, his broad hands moving restlessly.
"Yes, it is because of the overexpression of some gene fragments that the soldiers of the Ninth Legion develop the prerequisite for blood thirst."
Alexander felt threatened by the Emperor and quickly opened his mouth to help explain.
He felt that something was not right, but he couldn't put his finger on it. He felt vaguely that he had initiated this incident, and he was afraid that it would eventually fall on him.
"Sanguinius, if you form a priest force within the legion and cooperate with the think tank that Alexander and Magnus are about to create, the blood thirst can be alleviated to a great extent and even initially curbed."
The Emperor was pouring all his strength into words, trying to appease Sanguinius.
In fact, as early as Alexander appeared, he had already started to solve the problems of various legions, but it was still not the right time to eliminate these gene fragments.
The Great Crusade has always been the empire's big plan that needs to mobilize all its forces.
When the national destiny comes, we must risk everything to fight for a slim chance.
Sanguinius stood there with his mouth tightened and did not say a word, his eyes slightly red as he faced the Emperor and Alexander.
"Okay, I admit, everything in the Empire is currently making way for the Great Crusade, and I don't have time to solve this problem."
The Emperor was a little panicked when he saw this scene. He checked Sanguinius's red eyes again and again and couldn't believe that he would show such an appearance.
But when he noticed that Magnus was standing next to him and could hardly suppress the curve of his mouth, and looked down at Alexander who was even more flustered than him, he immediately understood that these two boys had no good intentions.
"Of course, I also know that this problem must be solved."
"So I hope you can wait for Alexander to grow up, and I will give him the method of adjusting the genetic spiral."
The Emperor gestured and gave Alexander a push, asking him to make a decision immediately, in case he came to his senses later.
As for whether to remind Alexander, the Emperor didn't have that idea. Who asked him to bring up the genetic issues of each legion at this time?
The Space Marine templates designed by the Emperor are all genetically adjusted to be most suitable for use in wartime. Stability is not the main direction during wartime.
If you break everything up and start over, it will take too much time.
Moreover, strong combat power has the right to survive during war. If it is for the so-called stability, there may be more casualties on the fierce battlefield.
Upon hearing this, Sanguinius turned to stare at Alexander, tears welling up in his eyes, and his wings looked less energetic than usual.
"Sanguinius, you can rest assured, I will learn quickly and I will be able to solve this problem."
After hearing that the emperor had spoken, Alexander immediately made a guarantee without thinking.
In his view, as an absolutely rational emperor, it was impossible to directly give up genes that could enhance combat effectiveness.
Just like the Wolf Gene Spiral, it will give the Space Wolves an extremely sensitive sense of smell and hearing, tough and elastic skin, and slender canine teeth that can bite through armor.
Various performances have improved the combat effectiveness of the Space Wolves Legion by more than one level, but the price is that as they grow older, their bestiality will become stronger, and their words and deeds will become more vicious and cunning.
In the end, warriors who cannot control their animal nature will become bloodthirsty monsters.
In fact, this genetic spiral is more serious than the Ninth Legion's problem, but the increase in combat power obtained is enough for the Emperor to selectively ignore it.
"Sanguinius, your legion is not the only one with this problem."
Magnus came over and patted Sanguinius on the shoulder, his fingers vibrating at a regular and secretive frequency.
"If my descendants cannot control their spiritual energy, they will go berserk and their bodies will become irreversibly mutated."
Magnus, who also owns the Legion, is obviously more trusted by Sanguinius and seems to easily appease his emotions.
The exchange between the two slightly eased the tense atmosphere in the room.
"I have no objection to the Great Expedition, but I need a guarantee that it must be resolved within this time."
Sanguinius came over and grabbed Alexander's wrist, his wings half drooped and he looked extremely haggard.
"No problem, I can assure you now that the genetic defects of the Ninth Legion will be resolved before the end of the Great Crusade."
Alexander immediately made the decision and even gave Sanguinius a high-five to ensure it.
"Okay, everyone heard it."
"Father, please bear witness for me and Alexander. If I have any problems in the future, I will only turn to him."
Sanguinius threw away his hand and his expression immediately returned to its original state, and the liquid in his eyes seemed to have never existed before.
His towering wings trembled slightly as his body moved, pulling Magnus directly to discuss the formation of the think tank and priest team.
"Okay, here's the stuff for you."
The Emperor thrust the weapon into Alexander's frozen hand, turned his head and walked towards the depths of the laboratory as if he was throwing away a big trouble.
"Am I being deceived again?"
Alexander suddenly came to his senses, blinking and wondering if there were tears in Sanguinius's eyes just now.
However, he looked at the emperor's leaving figure, spat at the two guys behind him who looked very good, and ran straight into the depths of the laboratory together.
"You guys are really a bunch of troublemakers."
The Emperor slowed his pace so that Alexander could keep up with him without running.
"Hey~, it's really not my fault, I'm the one who was cheated."
Alexander threw the pistol to the emperor again, put his hands on the back of his head and strolled carelessly as if he were back at home.
He was brought here by the Emperor, he is not responsible for who is responsible.
"Actually, there is really no way to think about it. Some problems always need to be solved."
"What's more, Sanguinius has already been in contact with the Blood God. Who knows what kind of impact it will have."
Alexander actually figured it out. Sanguinius must have discussed this with Magnus in advance before doing this.
There was nothing he could do, his brother could pretend to cry and beg him, so what else could he do.
"What about you, how much were you affected? What did He say to you?"
The emperor asked questions casually, but his consciousness was always paying attention to Alexander's inner thoughts.
"I just said a slogan. I didn't hear anything behind it, but I definitely wouldn't shout it."
Alexander didn't like the blood god Khorne, he was just a calm fighting madman.
No, he doesn't have a good impression of all subspace evil gods now. They are just a group of people who have been affected by a negative state and have no self-will.
"Don't underestimate those evil gods. The empire has not even been able to fully occupy the known material world. We cannot be too careful when dealing with their existence entrenched in the long river of time."
The Emperor stopped and warned Alexander solemnly.
He found that Alexander, who had experienced war and had contact with Khorne, no longer had the caution and sense of crisis in dealing with the evil god of subspace.
"You only saw one of them. No one can guarantee what the other evil gods will look like."
"Yes, I remembered my father."
Alexander understood immediately.
Khorne somehow didn't just kill and fight him, but the same could not be said for other evil gods.
Who can be sure what they are thinking in their hearts.
