Talos' face tensed up when he heard the other party mentioning his gene seeds, and then he responded coldly:
"No need."
Facing Talos's rejection, something flashed in Valier's cold eyes, and an unknown emotion flashed across his face.
"Taros, stop avoiding the question, you are going to die."
The pharmacist lowered his voice.
"I've saved you before, but now I'm not sure I can save you again."
"It's too alarmist."
Talos replied, though his blood ran cold.
"I'm fine, I just have some old problems."
"Why do you deceive yourself? Your body is being tortured by your gene seeds. You are old, Talos... Although the blessing of the original body has made your appearance almost unchanged, you are still in the physical universe. The time is too long, longer than any living Astartes in the empire now. Even the Dauntless needs to stay in the stasis field for a long time. The Eye of Terror may be bad in ten thousand ways, but at least one thing is, The Astartes inside naturally have a long lifespan."
Talos didn't reply, he just jumped off the bed and reached for the robe hanging on the hanger.
"...When you are injured one after another, your regeneration process is accelerating your collapse. You can no longer heal the damage caused to your body by the curse of the original body. The screening mechanism in the Great Crusade era is not as strict as in later generations. , there are unknown mutations in some gene seeds, and you are one of them."
Talos was silent for a moment, and Ciel's sleep talk replayed in his mind, speaking in unison with Valiel's sleep talk.
The prophet put on his robe and turned his marble face to the rest of the room.
"This is just speculation."
"It's true that while I had little experience dealing with the physiology of the first generation Legionnaires, I was able to keep the Blackheart King alive for over a dozen years through ingenuity, ancient science, and working with those who wielded powerful magic. The result of fools working together, I know my own craft, Talos, and I examined you while you were unconscious, and you are dying, part of your body no longer functioning properly."
After speaking, the pharmacist pointed to a larger operating bed, and the ceiling above the operating bed was a multi-limbed arachnid machine, with various scanners at the end of each connected iron limb. , cutters and probes.
"I want to examine you in more detail when you are awake. Only in this way can I go deeper."
Talos acquiesced.
Half an hour later——
"have a look--"
Valere tapped the monitor and covered the hollowed-out chart on top.
“Do you see the correlation?”
Talos stared at the hologram and hundreds of lines of runic symbols, then shook his head.
"NO, I have not."
"It's hard to believe you were once a pharmacist."
Valler was unusually angry, but
Talos didn't care and pointed to the readout.
"I can see structural defects, I can see damage and irrational spikes in cortical activity. I'm not saying I can't understand it, Valier. I mean, I don't see anything special about it. place."
Valier hesitated and tried another approach.
"Can you identify at least spikes in activity in the limbic regions of the brain and see other signals that are listed as potential endpoints?"
"I identified the possibility, which is hardly conclusive and may indicate that I will live the rest of my life in pain, but it does not mean that my life will be cut short."
The breath Valier exhaled was almost a sigh.
"That's fine, but look here."
Talos watched as the cycle results flickered and restarted over and over again, runic numbers looping and diagrams flowing in some rhythmless holographic dance.
"I see--"
A few minutes later, Talos said frankly:
"My genetic storage gland...I don't know how to describe it, it's so active, it seems to be absorbing and processing genetic markers."
He subconsciously touched his neck,
Valier nodded and allowed himself to smile.
"Mature glands always respond at a certain level of activity, which is the basic level for processing genetic material, gathering part of the physiological characteristics of the warrior they serve."
"I know the function of the gene storage gland."
Interrupted, Valiel raised a hand to reassure the prophet.
"The following is my point of view. As we know, your genetic seed is more special than other seeds of the Eighth Legion. It makes your physiology unstable. It may be the reason why you can predict the future. However, now These qualities are rebelling. Before this, it was still trying to improve you, from a human to a member of the Astartes. It stands to reason that this development will automatically stop after a certain level, but yours has not stagnated... But you can't improve any more, you are already one of the Astartes, its over-efficiency has now passed a critical point, and in many cases transplanted organs will wither and die from over-enhancement... .The seed you have received is so powerful that it is draining you dry.”
Talos thought for a while and then replied:
"Like I said, I'm still gasping for breath when it hurts, but it's not the end."
"Yes, but the problem is-"
Valier admitted this, a flash of thought flashed in his pale eyes.
"Either way, removing the gene storage gland is not an option. It won't do anything because your organs are already—"
Talos interrupted him with an annoyed wave of his hand, as if giving an order to fire.
"That's enough, I can read that damn hologram."
Valere slowly exhaled, and the light illuminated his power armor.
"If you die and find a host suitable for your gene seed organs, then this new host may bring the same curse as you - but it has adapted to such an operation at that time, so that the host has The ability to control it, your gene-seed is not corrupt, but not suitable for you, if there is a better host, a true symbiotic relationship, they will become..."
"What can you do?"
Talos's dark eyes shone with thought, possibilities unfolding in their depths.
Valere turned to stare at the chart.
"It would be so powerful, imagine your gift of prophecy without the false visions that increase over time, without the headaches that bring you to your knees, without the unconsciousness that lasts for weeks or months...imagine without the broken Memory, without the other infirmities that afflict you, would be a super-soldier equal to the Primarch."
"That's a nice thought."
Talos's dark eyes were unfocused and he almost smiled.
"Such a person is as rare as the original body. Where can you find someone with such high adaptability? They are simply one in a billion."
"There is one."
Valier looked at Talos calmly.
"You know, you've seen one. He was only separated from you by a thin layer of amniotic fluid membrane."
Talos's eyes flashed coldly, and he suddenly stood up, grabbed the neck guard of Valier's power armor, and dragged him in front of him.
"I told you! Don't bother them! Don't make me kill you, Skinner."
Valier just looked at Talos calmly and said softly:
"I didn't go to them, they came to me."
"What?"
"That child... was born with a serious genetic defect from his mother. He had almost no bones. They wanted me to save him. I did have the ability, but I told them that the price of saving him was that he would die. On an extraordinary path, they said yes.”
Talos was stunned for a moment, and then slowly let go of his hand.
"After all these years-"
"In order to cure his genetic defects, I inhibited his growth, so now he is still in the state of a one-year-old baby, but his defects have been basically removed. After a series of genetic adjustments by me, he will soon be able to enter the rapid growth stage.”
Talos took a step back and sat slumped on the operating bed.
"what is his name."
"There is no name yet. You can give him one. For now, I will call him No. 0."
The prophet raised his head and opened his mouth to say something, but in the end he didn't say anything, he just whispered softly:
"Let me think again..."
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