Chapter 538 Iron Master Is a Veteran Craftsman

The door was open, and there were hundreds of culture tanks and operating tables inside. This is where the Weepers stored gene seeds and used them to perform surgery on mortals.

The physical fitness of Astartes warriors far exceeds that of mortals, but they are also transformed from mortals. Gene seeds are necessary to strengthen the bodies of mortals. A chapter can lack weapons and ammunition, but a chapter must not lack gene seeds.

Space Marines have many special organs, and the operation of these special organs cannot be separated from gene seeds. Only after high-intensity psychological teaching and countless hours of training can a powerful and extraordinary Space Marine be created.

The lack of gene seeds will directly lead to a chapter being unable to replenish its members, and can only be consumed in increasingly brutal battles, becoming a short record in the records of the Empire.

The gene seeds will generate a gland in the body of the Space Marine, one in the neck and one deep in the chest. This gland has no ability to strengthen the body, but it is the most important organ for the continuity of the chapter.

The gland grows in the body of the Space Marine and absorbs hormones and genetic materials produced by other organs. After five years of growth, it will mature and the gland in the neck can be removed. Ten years later, the glands in the chest will mature and can be removed.

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

This warehouse closed by the adamantine gate is like this. Originally, those culture dishes should have stored the most important gene seeds of the war group, but now the culture dishes are empty.

"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 the tactical team were killed."

"Yeah."

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

It is reasonable to select strong enough people 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 hormone and gene seed levels, which is conducive to mortals adapting to the new body better and faster without causing too much discomfort.

Before the operation, test whether the subject is mentally prepared to receive the seed.

Perturabo felt that he saw something interesting and explored along the connection. Then he saw something that caused him to have a cerebral hemorrhage.

The subject was tested in the coffin. If he could survive in the coffin for three days, he would be eligible to receive the seed implant.

As for the coffin, the appearance was made into an action of a mourning angel hugging a crying child, and the inside was filled with solid spikes. Although the layout avoided the important organs of the human body, it was not pleasant to be pierced by so many spikes.

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

"Me?" Hope quickly extracted the distant past from his battle memory. Although it had been so long, he still remembered how he became a space warrior.

He was born in a more barbaric world. The cruel natural environment became the best elimination tool, and also made the survivors fighting in nature extremely strong.

Hope is one of them. He and other people in the tribe were chosen by the Weepers and stepped into the endless galaxy from a wild planet.

In the Weepers, he received various intensive trainings, each of which squeezed the limits of his physical strength and made him stronger and more agile.

Finally, the pharmacist of the regiment felt that Hope was qualified to receive the seed, so he prepared the final test for him.

He was locked in the coffin of mercy for three days. If he was not dead when he came out, it would prove that Hope was qualified to become an angel of death.

"To be honest, I almost didn'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 on my naked body bit by bit. The blood loss made my body colder and my consciousness gradually blurred. I don't know how many times I prayed to the Emperor in a semi-conscious state. When the coffin was opened, I was as soft as the meat paste that had just been minced."

"So you accepted the transformation in a state of blood loss and blurred consciousness?"

"Yes, it has always been the tradition of the Weepers. Blood is the tears flowing in our bodies. We sprinkle blood and tears into the Coffin of Mercy to implement our will of compassion for mortals."

Perturabo did not show any emotion. He stared at Hope blankly, wondering if the commander of the chapter was looking for fun.

"Then your chapter's surgery rate is as low as 2000:1. Don't you have any ideas?"

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

With a flip of his palm, Perturabo had a spray can in his hand. After the clanging and shaking sound ended, Perturabo sprayed his scalp twice.

A refreshing cool feeling came from his scalp, which also relieved Perturabo's high blood pressure. He tried not to kick this ignorant chapter leader. After all, he still had to rely on this chapter leader to realize his next plan.

"Listen, silly boy. I don't have any opinions about your chapter's culture, but many of the things you do are meaningless, especially the trial before the operation. It's a pure waste of manpower, which makes your already poor success rate of the operation even lower. Is your pharmacist an unlicensed doctor? Why didn't he have operation records for the 7th and 13th operations? And for the 16th operation, what does it mean to pray to the Emperor and recite the fifth paragraph of the Gene Perfection Hymn?"

Perturabo's mouth kept questioning sentences, and the continuous bombardment made it difficult for the chapter leader Hope to cope with it.

"Uncle. We."

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

"Call you uncle."

"Did that stinky boy ask you to call me that?"

"Hmm."

Glancing at Hope unhappily, Perturabo wanted to slap Hope to let him know that not everyone can call him uncle. But looking at Hope's pure confusion, which could be called stupid eyes, Perturabo thought it was better not to fight a fool. The head of the chapter was not smart to begin with, and he might be even less smart after the fight.

"Ahem, stop interrupting me, and continue to explain the question just now."

The Iron Hands are equivalent to the loyalist Iron Legion these days. As soon as their father died, the chapter began to go crazy