Chapter 890 Number Zero
Hearing the other party mention his gene seeds, Talos’s face tensed up, and then he responded coldly:
“No need.”
Meeting In response to Talos's rejection, something flashed in Valier's cold eyes, and an unknown emotion flashed across his face.
"Talos, stop avoiding the question, you are going to die."
The pharmacist lowered his voice.
"I have saved you before, but now I am not sure I can save you again."
"Too alarmist."
Taros replied, although he The blood ran cold.
“I’m fine, I just have some old problems.”
"Why do you have to deceive yourself? Your body is being tortured by your gene seeds. You are old. Although Talos's blessing from the original body has made your appearance almost unchanged, you have stayed in the physical universe for too long. It is longer than any living Astartes in the current empire. Even the Dreadnought needs to stay in the stasis field for a long time. The Eye of Terror may be bad in ten thousand ways, but at least one thing is that the Asta inside They all naturally have a long lifespan.”
Talos didn’t reply, he just jumped off the bed and reached for the robe hanging on the hanger.
“.When you are injured one after another, your regeneration process is accelerating your collapse. You can no longer heal the damage caused to your body by the curse of the original body. The screening mechanism in the Great Crusade era is not as good as The future generations are so strict, and some gene seeds have unknown mutations, and you are one of them."
Talos was silent for a moment, Ciel's sleep talk replayed in his mind, and Valier's. They all spoke in unison in their sleep.
The Prophet put on his robe and turned his marble face to the rest of the room.
"This is just speculation."
"It is true that although I have little experience in dealing with the physiology of the first generation Legionnaires, I was able to maintain the survival of the Blackheart King for more than ten years through cleverness. The result of ingenuity, ancient science, and work with fools who wield powerful magic, I know my own craft, Talos, and I have examined you while you were unconscious. You are dying, part of your body. It’s no longer working properly.”
After saying that, the pharmacist pointed to a larger operating bed, and the ceiling above the operating bed was a multi-limbed arachnid machine. At the ends of the connected iron limbs are various scanners, cutters and probes.
"I want to conduct a more detailed examination of you when you are awake. Only in this way can I go deeper."
Talos acquiesced.
Half an hour later——
“Look——”
Valier tapped the monitor and covered the hollowed-out chart on it.
"Do you see the correlation?"
Talos stared at the hologram and hundreds of lines of runic symbols, then shook his head.
"No, I didn't."
"It's hard to believe you were once a pharmacist."
Valiel was unusually angry, but
Taros didn't care, Instead, he pointed at the reading above.
“I can see defects in the body structure, I can see damage and unreasonable spikes in cerebral cortical activity, I’m not saying I can’t understand, Valier, I’m saying, I can’t understand Find out what’s special about it.”
Valier hesitated and tried another approach.
“Can you at least identify spikes in activity in the limbic areas of the brain and see other signals listed as potential endpoints?”
“I identified this possibility, which is very It’s hard to say it’s conclusive. It may mean that I will spend the rest of my life in pain, but it does not mean that my life will be shortened.”
Valier’s breath was almost a sigh.
"That's fine, but look here."
Talos watched as the cycle results flickered and restarted over and over again, runic numbers looping and diagrams flowing in some rhythmless holographic dance.
“I understand——”
A few minutes later, Tallos said calmly:
“I don’t know how to describe my gene storage gland, it’s too It seems to be still absorbing and processing genetic markers.”
He subconsciously touched his neck,
Valier nodded and allowed himself to smile.
"Mature glands always respond at a certain level of activity, which is the basic level for processing genetic material, collecting part of the physiological characteristics of the warriors they serve." "I know the function of the genetic storage glands Function."
The interrupted Valiel raised a hand to reassure the prophet.
"The following is my point of view. As we know, your gene seed is more special than other seeds of the Eighth Legion. It makes your physiology unstable. Perhaps it is your precognition. The reasons for the future, but now these qualities are rebelling. Before that, it was still trying to improve you, from a human to a member of the Astartes. It stands to reason that this development will automatically stop after a certain level, but yours There is no stagnation. But you can't improve any further, you are already one of the Astartes, its over-efficiency has now passed a critical point, and in many cases transplanted organs will wither and die from over-enhancement .The seed you have received is so powerful that it is draining you dry.”
Talos thought for a while and then replied:
“As I said, I was still panting when it hurt, but it’s not the end.”
“Yes, but the problem is— —"
Valier admitted this, a trace of thought flashed in his pale eyes.
"Either way, removing the gene storage gland is not a good option. It won't do anything because your organs are already-"
Talos interrupted him with an annoyed wave of his hand, as if giving the order to fire.
"That's enough, I can read that abominable hologram."
Valiel slowly exhaled, and the light illuminated his power armor.
“If you die and find a host suitable for your gene-seed organs, then the new host may bring the same curse as you - but it has already adapted to this The operation of the host gives the host the ability to control it. Your gene seed is not corrupt, but it is not suitable for you. If there is a better host and a true symbiotic relationship, they will become"
"What will happen? ?”
Talos's dark eyes shone with thought, possibilities unfolding in their depths.
Valier turned to stare at the chart.
"It would be very powerful, imagine your gift of prophecy without the false visions that increase over time, without the headaches that bring you to your knees, without the unconsciousness that lasts for weeks or months. Imagine , no broken memories, no other infirmities torment you, it will be a super warrior equal to the original body."
"It's a beautiful thought."
The Black of Talos. Eyes unfocused, he almost smiled.
"Such a person is as rare as the original body. Where can you find someone with such high adaptability? That is simply one in a billion."
"There is one."
Wah Liel looked at Talos calmly.
"You know, you have seen, there is one, he was only separated from you by a thin layer of amniotic fluid membrane."
A cold light flashed in Talos's eyes, and suddenly He stood up, grabbed the neck guard of Valier's power armor, and dragged him in front of him.
"I said! Don't disturb them! Don't force me to kill you, Skinner."
Valier just looked at Talos calmly and said softly:
"It's not me who will do it. Looking for them, they came for me."
"What?"
"That child. He was born with a severe genetic defect from his mother. He had almost no bones. They wanted me to. I do have the ability to save him, but I told them that the price for saving him was that he would embark on an extraordinary path, and they agreed.”
Talos was stunned for a moment, and then slowly let go of his hand.
“So many years have passed——”
“In order to cure his genetic defect, I inhibited his growth, so now he is still in the state of a one-year-old baby, but his defect It has been basically removed. After my series of genetic adjustments, it will soon enter the rapid growth stage."
Talos took a step back and sat on the operating bed slumped.
“What’s his name.”
"There is no name yet. You can give him one. For the time being, I call him No. 0."
The prophet raised his head and opened his mouth to say something, but in the end he did not say it, just whispered Whispered:
"Let me think again"
(End of this chapter)