Traveling through the Warhammer world, but I didn’t cry.

The door is open, and there are hundreds of culture tanks and operating tables inside. This is where the Lamenters Chapter stores their gene-seed and uses it to perform surgeries on mortals.

The physical abilities of the Astartes warriors far exceed those of mortals, but they are also transformed from mortals. Gene seeds are necessary to strengthen the body of mortals. A war group can lack weapons and ammunition, but a war group cannot lack gene seeds.

Space Marines have many special organs, and the operation of these special organs cannot be separated from the gene seed. After intense psychological instruction and countless hours of training, a powerful and extraordinary space warrior can be created.

The shortage of gene seeds will directly cause a battle group to be unable to replenish its members, and can only be exhausted in increasingly cruel battles, becoming a short record in the empire's records.

The gene-seed creates a gland in the Space Marine's body, one in the neck and one deep in the chest. This gland has no ability to strengthen the body, but is the most important organ for Chapter continuation.

Glands grow within the Space Marine's body, absorbing hormones and genetic material produced by other organs. After five years of growth, it will mature and the glands in the neck can be removed. After ten years, the glands in the chest will mature and can be removed.

These mature gene seeds will be carefully inspected after being picked. If the gene seeds have a hint of corruption and mutation, then these seeds will be disposed of.

This is the warehouse closed by the adamantine door. Originally, the most important gene seeds of the battle group should be stored in the petri dishes, but now there is nothing in the petri dishes.

"When the aliens attacked, our regiment's pharmacist and a tactical team were stationed here... They failed to stop the aliens from looting... The pharmacist and tactical team were brutally murdered..."

"Um..."

Perturabo responded calmly. He walked to the console placed next to the operating table, plugged the cable built into the armor into the interface, and quickly browsed the pharmacist's surgical records.

It is very reasonable to select those who are strong enough among mortals to receive the seeds. Guys with insufficient physical fitness will only be tortured to death by the proliferation of gene seeds after entering the body.

It is also good to select mortals with similar levels of hormones and gene seeds, which will help the mortals adapt to the new body better and faster without causing too much discomfort.

Before the operation, test whether the subject is mentally ready to receive the seeds...

Perturabo thought he saw something interesting and followed the link to explore. Then he saw something that gave him a brain hemorrhage.

Let the subject undergo a trial in the coffin. If he can survive in the coffin for three days, then he is eligible to receive seed implantation.

As for the coffin, its appearance resembles a mourning angel hugging a crying child, and its interior is filled with strong spikes. Although the layout seems to avoid important organs of the human body, so many spikes pierce the flesh. It doesn't feel good.

Perturabo was silent for a while. He raised his head and looked at Hope standing beside him, asking him how he became a Space Marine.

"Me?" Hope quickly extracted the distant past from his combat memories. Even after so long, he still remembered how he became a Space Marine.

He was born in a more savage world. The cruel natural environment became the best tool for elimination, and it also made the survivors who fought in nature extremely strong.

Hope is one of them. He and the rest of the tribe were chosen by the Weeper and stepped from a barbaric planet into the endless galaxy.

He received a variety of intensive training within the Weeper Chapter, each of which pushed the limits of his physical abilities and made him stronger and more agile.

The pharmacist of the final chapter felt that Hope was qualified to receive the seeds, so he prepared a final trial for him.

After being imprisoned in the coffin of mercy for three days, if he is still alive when he comes out, it will prove that Hope is qualified to become an angel of death.

"To be honest, I almost couldn't hold on at that time..." Hope recalled the days in the coffin of mercy with emotion. "In the darkness, I could only hear the blood dripping from my body on my naked body. The blood loss in my body made my body colder and colder, and my consciousness gradually became blurred. I didn’t know how many times I prayed to the emperor while half-conscious. When the coffin was opened, my whole body was as soft as the one who had just finished hanging it. It’s almost like minced meat.”

"So you underwent the transformation while losing blood and being unconscious?"

"Yes, it is the long-standing tradition of the Lamenters Chapter that blood is the tears flowing in our bodies. We sprinkle the blood and tears into the coffin of mercy to carry out our will of compassion for mortals."

Perturabo didn't show any emotion. He looked at Hope blankly, wondering if the chapter leader was looking for his own happiness.

"Then your regiment's surgery rate is as low as 2000:1, don't you have any ideas?"

Looking at Hope's stunned look, Perturabo sighed deeply. He unplugged the plug and removed the perm shell he had made.

Turning his palm, Perturabo had a spray can in his hand. The jingling and shaking sound ended, and Perturabo sprayed twice on his scalp.

A refreshing cooling sensation came from his scalp, which also soothed Perturabo's hypertensive nerves. He tried to keep himself from kicking this ignorant chapter leader. After all, he relied on this chapter leader to realize his next plan.

"Listen, silly boy... I don't have any objections to the culture of your war group. It's just that a lot of things you do are meaningless, especially the trial before the operation. It's a pure waste of manpower and makes you The success rate of bad surgeries has become even lower... Is your pharmacist an unlicensed doctor? Why does he have no operation records for the 7th and 13th surgeries? And this 16th surgery, what does it mean to be an emperor? Pray and recite the fifth verse of the Genetic Integrity Hymn?”

Questioning sentences popped out of Perturabo's mouth one after another, and the continuous bombardment made it difficult for Chapter Leader Hope to cope.

"Uncle...we..."

"Huh? What did you call me just now?"

"Call you uncle."

"Did that brat ask you to scream?"

"Ah."

Looking at Hope angrily, Perturabo wanted to slap Hope to let him know that not everyone can call him uncle. But looking at Hope's pure and confused look, which could be called stupid, Perturabo felt that it was better not to hit a fool. The chapter leader was not very smart in the first place, and he might be even less smart after the fight.

"Ahem, don't interrupt, and then explain to me the problem just now."

The Iron Hands are now equivalent to the loyalist Iron Legion. As soon as their father died, the Chapter began to panic.