The Emperor’s Angel of Death

Hearing the other party mentioning his genetic seed, Talos's face stretched, and then he responded coldly:

"No need."

Facing Talos' refusal, something flashed in Valler's cold eyes, and an unknowable emotion flashed across his face.

"Talos, don't avoid the question, you are dying."

The pharmacist lowered his voice.

"I've saved you before, but I'm not sure if I can save you again."

"Too alarmist."

Talos replied, although his blood became cold.

"I'm fine, but I have some old problems."

"Why do you deceive yourself, your body is being tortured by your genetic seeds, you are old, Talos...Although the blessing of the original body makes your appearance little change, you are in the physical universe. The time is too long, longer than any living Astarte in the empire now. Even if it is fearless, you need to wait for a long time in the static field. The eye of fear may be 10,000 kinds of bad, but at least one thing, The Astarte inside has a long life span."

Talos did not reply, but jumped off the bed and reached for the robe hanging on the hanger.

"...When you get injured one after another, your regeneration process is speeding up your collapse. You can no longer heal the damage caused by the curse of the original body. The screening mechanism in the era of the Great Expedition is not as strict as that of later generations. Some genetic seeds have unknown mutations, and you are one of them."

Talos was silent for a moment, and Charles's dreams replayed in his mind, in unison with Valer's dreams.

The Prophet put on his robe and turned his marble face to the rest of the room.

"This is just a guess."

"It's a fact. Although I have almost no experience in dealing with the physiology of the first generation of Legion soldiers, I can maintain the black heart king's survival for more than ten years. This is through ingenuity, ancient science and the use of powerful magic. Fools-as a result of work, I understand my own craft, Talos, I checked when you were in a coma, you are dying, and part of your body is no longer working properly."

After finishing speaking, the pharmacist pointed to a larger operating table, and the ceiling above the operating table was a multi-limbed arachnid machine with various scanners at the ends of each connected iron limb. , Cutters and probes.

"I want to examine you in more detail when you are awake. Only then can I go deeper."

Talos acquiesced.

After half an hour—

"have a look-"

Valle tapped the monitor and covered it with the hollowed out chart.

"Do you see the correlation?"

Talos stared at the hologram and hundreds of lines of rune symbols, then shook his head.

"NO, I have not."

"It's hard to believe that you used to be a pharmacist."

Valer was rarely angry, but

Talos didn't care, but pointed to the reading above.

"I can see defects in body structure, I can see damage and unreasonable peaks in cerebral cortex activity. I don’t mean I don’t understand, Valle, I mean, I don’t see anything special about it. Place."

Valle hesitated, and tried another way.

"Can you at least identify the peak activity in the limbic area of ​​the brain and see other signals that are listed as potential end points?"

"I recognized this possibility. It is hard to say that it is conclusive. It may indicate that the rest of my life will be spent in pain, but it does not mean that my life will be shortened."

Valler exhaled almost a sigh.

"That's it, but look here."

Talos watched the results of the loop over and over again—flickering and restarting, the rune numbers were looping, and the graphs flowed in some holographic dance without a sense of rhythm.

"I see-"

After a few minutes, Talostan said:

"My gene storage gland...I don't know how to describe it. It is too active. It seems to be absorbing and processing genetic markers."

He subconsciously touched his neck,

Valle nodded to make himself smile.

"Mature glands always respond at a certain level of activity, which is the basic level of processing genetic material, collecting some of the physiological characteristics of the soldiers they serve."

"I know the function of gene storage glands."

The interrupted Valer raised a hand to appease the prophet.

"The following is my opinion. 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 foresee the future, but now These traits are rebelling. Before that, it is still trying to improve you, from being a human to a member of Astarte. It stands to reason that this development will automatically stop after a certain point, but yours has not stagnated... But you can't improve anymore. You are already a member of Astarte. Its over-efficiency has now passed a critical moment. In many cases, the transplanted organs will wither and die because of over-strengthening... The seed you have received is too strong, it is draining you."

Talos thought for a while, then replied:

"Like I said, I'm still gasping when it hurts, but it's not the end."

"Yes, but the problem is—"

Valer acknowledged this, and a thought flashed in his pale eyes.

"Either way, removing the gene storage glands is not a good choice. It doesn't work, because your organs are already—"

Talos interrupted him with an annoyed wave, as if giving an order to fire.

"Enough, I can read that nasty hologram."

Valer exhaled slowly—sigh, the light shining his power armor greasy.

"If you die and find a suitable host for your genetic seed organ, then this new host may bring the same curse as you-but it has adapted to this operation at that time, making the host capable Control it. Your genetic seeds are not corrupt, but they are not suitable for you. If there is a better host and a true symbiotic relationship, they will become..."

"What can you do?"

Talos' dark eyes shone in contemplation, and various possibilities were revealed in the depths.

Valle turned his head and stared at the chart.

"It will be very powerful. Imagine that your talent for prediction is free of false illusions that increase over time, no headaches that make you kneel down, no unconsciousness that lasts for weeks or months... Imagine that there is no broken Memories, without the other weaknesses that torment you, that would be a super soldier equivalent to the original body."

"It's so beautiful."

Talos' dark eyes were out of focus, and he almost smiled.

"Such a person is as rare as the original body. Where can you find someone with such a high adaptability? That's nothing in a billion."

"There is one."

Valer looked at Talos calmly.

"You know, you have seen one, he was only separated from you by a thin layer of amniotic fluid."

A cold light flashed in Talos's eyes, and he stood up suddenly, grabbed the neckguard of Valle's power armor, and dragged it in front of him.

"I said! Don't bother them! Don't force me to kill you, skinner."

Valer just looked at Talos calmly and whispered softly:

"It's not that I'm looking for them, it's them that's looking for me."

"what?"

"That child... inherited a serious genetic defect from his mother when he was born. He has almost no bones. They hope I can save him. I do have this ability, but I told them that the price of saving him is that he will go. The last extraordinary road, UU reading www.uukanshu.com they agreed."

Talos froze for a moment, then slowly let go of his hand.

"So many years have passed—"

"In order to cure his genetic defect, I suppressed his growth, so now he is still a one-year-old baby, but his defect has been basically removed, after a series of genetic adjustments, I will soon be able to enter the fast Growth stage."

Talos took a step back and sat depressed on the operating bed.

"what is his name."

"I don't have a name yet. You can pick one for him. I call him number zero for now."

The Prophet raised his head and opened his mouth to say something, but in the end he still didn't say it, just whispered softly:

"Let me think again..."

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