Warhammer: From Planetary Governor

Bang——

After the fuel was injected, the mechanical equipment started running, and the jets burst into flames.

"Oh, the fire is quite fierce..."

Ron could confirm at this time that this thing was a mechanical stove.

It was also modified using the engine of the assault ship.

"Due to time issues, we can only make simple modifications to allow testing to continue."

Moss explained duly.

Ron nodded and continued to stare at Prue, wanting to see what this kid was up to.

On the testing ground, Prue picked up the remains of a large chaos monster.

He cut off the dark flesh with contaminated liquid and stuffed it directly into his mouth to chew.

It looked like he was savoring it carefully.

Hiss~

He is a ruthless person.

Normal Space Marines would lick it at most to get information.

It's not like chewing it raw, right?

What's going on with that thoughtful look on his face?

Even the Angels of the Void can resist a certain degree of pollution, but only physically.

Eat it directly to allow pollutants to enter the internal circulation system.

It is likely to cause poisoning.

Although it will not cause death, it will certainly affect the battle.

Prue tasted a few more pieces of meat and seemed to get some information.

Then cut off several large pieces of different chaos monster meat and put them into a large iron bucket.

After that, he grabbed several chemical reagents on the stove equipment and poured them in in order.

"Is this pickling?"

Ron frowned, knowing what Prue wanted to do.

Probably fixing the barbecue for everyone.

The problem was that the pile of chemical reagents poured in, some of which he knew, were corrosive or highly toxic to the human body.

And there was a reagent that was green enough to glow and had a skull logo on it, which was also poured in.

It's a lethal dose at first glance...

After the preparations were completed, the Servo Skull flew over and handed Prue an apron and kitchen utensils.

Then lay the alloy mesh on the flame stove.

Prue looked like a chef, took out pieces of meat from the unknown liquid mixed in the iron bucket, and DuangDuangDuang started cutting it.

After cutting it, he used iron skewers to skewer the meat and put it on the alloy mesh.

Then he turned the valve, and the flames shot up more than two meters high.

Prue quickly flipped the meat skewers and finished the grilling work in more than ten seconds.

Finally, he picked up a handful of unknown powder and sprinkled it on top.

Green smoke rose from the ground.

Looking at this scene, Ron suddenly felt ridiculous.

Didn't he come to see the combat test? Why did it suddenly become an open-air barbecue stall?

I always feel that few of the guys under my command are normal...

Prue finished baking and called it a day.

He put the pile of grilled Chaos meat skewers on the plate and brought it over respectfully.

"Lord Savior, this is the delicacy I offer to you..."

Ron looked at the colorful black meat skewers on the plate and swallowed:

"Can this thing be eaten?"

That meat doesn't look like a good thing. I'm afraid it's not trying to poison your genetic father.

Prue looked confident:

"Please believe in my ability and taste, this is definitely a rare delicacy!"

Ron hesitated for a moment, but decided to taste it.

Okay, look at it all.

The atmosphere has become so tense that it seems impossible not to eat.

Anyway, ordinary poisonous substances can't kill him. At most, he will be uncomfortable for a while.

Besides, it smells pretty good.

Ron reluctantly grabbed a skewer of meat and stuffed it into his mouth.

He just took two bites, and his eyes suddenly lit up:

"Don't tell me, it's delicious..."

Soft, waxy and salty, it melts in your mouth and has a unique aroma.

"Your appreciation is my greatest honor!"

Prue felt proud after being praised by the genetic father, and smiled broadly.

Ron ate kebabs and listened to Moss report on the genetic characteristics that Prue had obtained after his transformation.

Prue's prefabricated stomach, genes, and taste detection nerves all have benign mutations and enhancements to varying degrees.

This allows him to eat almost anything, even highly contaminated or poisonous substances.

And his taste-detecting nerves are indescribably sensitive to food.

Be able to identify toxins or pollution and quickly find ways to neutralize toxins.

Allowing other warriors who do not have specially prepared stomachs to consume it.

Of course, you need to prepare the corresponding medicines in advance.

This is simply the chosen galactic chef.

More importantly, Prue can not only gain memories by devouring the flesh and blood of living creatures.

It can also absorb related hormones from flesh and blood, allowing the body's physique to slowly strengthen and gain weak resistance.

Sustainable growth!

Ron suddenly thought.

Aren't space warriors able to obtain the faint memory of eating flesh and blood through genetic testing of nerves?

This treated meat should still be effective, right?

Ron grabbed a bunch of meat and handed it to Duke: "Try it and tell me how it feels."

Duke seemed a little surprised when he ate the meat: "It's easy to digest and can provide high-quality energy."

"Have you obtained memory information?"

Duke frowned:

“There’s a broken scene of two human-like rats mating?

I feel that it is easier to obtain information from processed meat than from eating it raw..."

Ron was pleasantly surprised.

This genetic trait is not only powerful, but also highly supportive.

Unfortunately, Prue is the only one who possesses this genetic trait.

Fortunately, he can slowly pass on this genetic trait through the gene seeds in his gene storage glands.

Given enough time, Ron could cultivate more of these genetic seeds through clones.

Create a special subgroup.

Ron looked at Prue, feeling more and more inexplicably familiar.

How is this guy's behavior similar to that of a soldier from a fictional war group called "The People's Sons"?

I feel that the sub-group established by Prue Gene Seed can definitely follow that style.

Specializing in guerrilla tactics, communicating and trading with various war groups, and studying how to deal with the flesh and blood of aliens and heretics.

Then make corresponding delicacies.

There is no shortage of aliens and heretics in the universe.

This sub-group will probably become a five-star hotel that moves across the galaxy.

Then those aliens and heretics must not be frightened by the news.

And their fighting power is not weak either.

If only there was a whole regiment of Space Marines like Prue.

They can fight deep behind enemy lines without worrying about energy replenishment.

As long as you don't get fucked to death, you can't beat and eat at the same time. The more you beat, the stronger you get?

Ron has already imagined a bunch of Prue's genetic children in the future, holding the thighs of aliens or demons and gnawing on them.

Don't be too scared of the aliens.

Fierce and people-friendly, this is their label.

After making up his mind, Ron immediately asked Moss to finalize the plan to establish a special sub-group.

The name of the sub-group is yet to be determined.

The planned time is five years from now.

Once Prue's first gene seed matures, it can officially begin.

"Lord Savior"

Moss used the data board to sort out all the relevant data, raised his head and said:

"We were wrong about it.

According to the existing experimental data, the gene seeds created with you as the original body have unparalleled superior characteristics..."

"It seems so?"

Ron also reacted at this time.

He originally thought that his gene seed had no other characteristics besides stability.

But now it seems that it is not that stable.

There are now three variants.

The Chaos Resistance of the Void Angel, the psychic power of the War Angel.

There is also Prue's mutated iron stomach and toxin analysis ability.

With Moss's analysis and explanation, Ron finally knew the true characteristics of his gene seed.

That's catalysis.

When his gene-seed is implanted into warriors, it can inspire their own hidden talents.

Is it ordinary, or does it gain special powers.

It all depends on the recipient warrior's own willpower and hidden talents.

For example, the ordinary warriors of the War Angels are weaker than the normal Space Marines and have nothing special about them.

Some warriors have awakened psychic powers, and Prue has awakened special characteristics.

This is the effect of catalysis, it can only make awesome people even better.

If you are ordinary, there is nothing you can do.

When Moss finished explaining, Ron swallowed.

Doesn't that mean that his gene seeds can not only stably create a large number of ordinary warriors, but also catalyze a batch of special high-end combat power?

The awesomeness is booming!

Suddenly, Ron thought of something.

A chill ran down his back, and cold sweat broke out on his forehead.

If those primarch bosses knew about this...