Chapter 217 I really like Angron, he is so considerate and top-notch
"This ability is really... terrifying." After watching the high-tech black and white dog Angron commented heartily after the reports and charts.
"This really does not allow them to have close contact with any of our equipment. No wonder...'His' descendants were able to escape and settle here even when Leon and Russ were chasing them. . "
"Yeah, think about it, Fulgrim even complained about 'him' being hypocritical because 'he' pointed out that Fulgrim had to take part in the Great Crusade with a small number of heirs. It's an act of vanity. ——We all know the final result. There is nothing wrong with 'his' evaluation."
Perturabo will not miss any opportunity to complain about a brother. , anyway, the normal Phoenix would not think that he was offended in any way even here.
"Although...it is true that if 'his' descendants generally have this ability, their number should have little impact on the level of combat effectiveness..."
"A reasonable inference: we The reason why the legion of this mysterious warmaster brother is so small is not due to a lack of soldiers or a genetic disease that has been tampered with like the Third Legion..."
"Wait a minute, Perturabo !" Angron's voice once again showed the supreme tyrant's shock, "What did you just say? The third legion was manipulated?"
"Isn't that natural? You wouldn't think that those genetic witches on Luna who have relied on self-cloning and parthenogenesis for many years were violently bombarded by our dead old men who thought they could conquer everything... the Luna Wolves with excess male hormones. After the indiscriminate bombing attack, you will still be grateful to him and what he has to do."
"This..." Angron realized with some hindsight that this stuffed brother was obviously. He was so biased in his comments about their father and certain brothers that he decided to carefully ask next time who was on his "I don't like him" list and made a note of it in his on the memo.
Apparently Perturabo had a good opinion of his twelfth brother this time, because he continued.
“The most mysterious part of the whole thing is that our overconfident creator attacked the Selenite Genetic Cult on Luna and sent a group of gangster boys to run rampant there. After burning, killing and looting, they still dare to confidently use the technology and raw materials provided by them to make... It's too far-fetched. In short, you can better understand their "thinking and cognition meme" by watching this video. 'The ability to mobilize subspace power to begin to change the structure of the target object, and even imitate the actual effects of what you see without knowing 100% of the other party's working principle."
Then. Angron saw the video of Servo Skull secretly filming the work in the Carrick crop field:
At first glance, it seemed to be a normal and calm work scene: On the screen, from far to Nearly a large area of fields is being harvested. Workers drive combine harvesters slowly forward in the fields. There are also a few people scattered on the edges to collect fallen crops at any time.
With the original body's eyesight, he would not be mistaken. Although it was slightly different, what those Carrick agricultural workers were harvesting in the fields at the moment... was indeed a certain type of wheat with a low yield. Farther away, there seems to be a field growing with radish-like plants that are not growing very well but are still green. Their wide and long leaves are stubbornly swaying slightly in the wind in the ice and snow brought by the thunderstorm. "Hmm, according to eavesdropping records and other intelligence collection clues, the reason why the planet cannot be self-sufficient in food despite having this ability seems to be because most of them think that there is not enough sunshine and there are frequent meteor showers. We There is no fertilizer for the crops, so the food that can only be harvested for one season is not enough for all of us. 'To be honest, from what I can tell, they have extremely strict restrictions on their common sense. I don't know who set this restriction for them in the first place. , but obviously this kind of self-discipline and moderation has played a good role in allowing these people to live peacefully to this day.”
"It is indeed very restrained... What a ghost! Wait a minute, my brother! My brother! This is not a question of 'we can only harvest for one season' or 'there are frequent meteorite rains'!!"< br>
Angron couldn't bear it any longer. He frowned and questioned loudly, "The problem is that the surface of this planet, as we initially investigated, almost all has temperatures hovering around zero degrees Celsius. It is a tundra and tundra that is full of broken meteorites and rocks, and the meteorite rain here is so frequent that it requires a special orbital platform to be responsible for the defensive function of 'crushing overly large meteorites'... This place is in the open air Under the circumstances, there should be no more wheat or normal crops! Not to mention that such a large-scale farmland can grow safely until harvest!"
"Yes, just as you said! You see, but there are actually large-scale crops, related agriculture and mining work in this place... In fact, most of it depends on them... Using ancient Terra's description of agricultural knowledge in certain areas as a template for 'cognition' "
Perturabo said with a hint of exploratory interest that he rarely enjoys, "The genetic trace shows that the only native species of demihumans in this place are those Ogryns. The genes show evolutionary characteristics that are older and more adapted to the environment here. Other humans should have reproduced slowly over a period of 10,000 years, which also explains why only the Ogryns can succeed. Accept the call from the Calixis Military Ministry, because the Ogryns do meet the cognitive condition that 'the people being recruited should be local indigenous people'."
"Wait a minute, but you said before that the colonial ships were brought here by the Anjou expedition more than 1,500 years ago..."
"Hmm, obviously, they don't need additional population. To reproduce, because this genetic fusion will definitely 'dilute' the functional DNA codes they carry - I mean, based on the sample analysis (wait, when did you get the sample?) - I randomly. I just selected a few guys and asked the Servo Skull to give them some short-acting anesthesia needles and sampling needles, okay? I have always been cautious in handling this kind of special planet, unlike a certain empire that is simple and rough in the name of justice."
“In short, the randomly selected samples without exception show extremely high genetic homogeneity of the same ancestor.” Perturabo glanced at the list of newly obtained reports, “All mitochondria and genome have maintained extremely high stability, and point to a specific... certain concentration of DNA code information - that is, an individual with this special ability and quality that is much higher than the average level of the Carrick people today."
Angron heard the sound of himself swallowing a mouthful of saliva.
"So. Still here."
he asked.
"Is it 'him' himself?"
(End of this chapter)