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Chapter 77: Blood Engine Successfully Loaded
Within the sanctified halls of the laboratory, sterile light cast harsh shadows across surgical steel.
The Primarchs lay supine within the experimental containment pods, their transhuman forms prepared to receive the Gene Engine implants that would elevate them beyond even their current sublime capabilities.
The adepts of the Mechanicus, their forms shrouded in blessed protective vestments, commenced their sacred labours.
Each movement was precise and calculated as they assisted the Master of Mankind in completing the complex implantation procedures.
This reality differed fundamentally from the Super Gene Universe, which was untainted by the Warp's dimension's malevolence.
Gene Engine technology required extensive localisation modifications to achieve optimal functionality within these dimensional parameters.
Arkhan Land, Tech-Priest and archaeologist of the Red Planet, could barely contain his euphoria at being permitted to assist the Omnissiah Himself.
The Tech-Priest was an absolute genius, though he had witnessed merely five Terran standard years.
His linguistic prowess encompassed fifty distinct languages, and his mastery of various mechanical encoding systems bordered on the supernatural.
Land had deliberately rejected memory imprinting or cognitive core reinforcement procedures.
His reasoning remained simple; he feared that such crude interventions would diminish his natural genius through the clumsy mental modifications of lesser minds.
Such intellectual arrogance had earned him the resentment of his peers across Mars.
Yet his astonishing reserves of knowledge and unparalleled professional expertise had secured his place aboard the Emperor's Grand Design.
He had earned the privilege of following the expeditionary forces to recover lost Standard Template Constructs from humanity's Golden Age.
The artificial simian perched perpetually upon his shoulder, constantly scurrying, scratching its metallic cranium, and studying everything with wide optical sensors, served as his electronic companion.
Its design was based on the monkeys that had achieved extinction on Ancient Terra.
Land had painstakingly researched the appearance and biological functions of these creatures, maintaining their characteristics as accurately as his archaeological studies permitted.
"How precisely does a monkey possess a tail configured as a spike?"
The Raven materialised beside the Tech-Priest, voicing his curiosity with characteristic directness.
Memories of the Raven automatically surfaced within Land's enhanced consciousness. He understood that this seemingly unassuming figure ranked among the Human Empire's supreme rulers, the Omnissiah's most valued partner in the Great Work.
He rendered the appropriate respectful salute with mechanical precision.
"Honoured Lord Raven, the extinct monkeys of Terra bore precisely this configuration."
The Raven tilted his corvid head, examining the artificial creature composed of blessed metals and vat-grown flesh.
He shook his head with obvious disagreement.
"No. Monkeys do not possess such characteristics."
Land refused to yield despite the Raven's exalted status within the Imperial hierarchy.
"I have prepared extensive documentation from my debates with lesser scholars. My research details precisely why monkeys developed tails bearing venomous stingers, the inevitable result of their evolutionary adaptation over countless millennia, serving as their primary offensive capability against natural predators."
The Raven studied the data-slate clutched within the Tech-Priest's augmetic appendage, his expression darkening with concentration.
The slate contained complex genetic equations citing numerous authoritative sources from the Dark Age of Technology.
The final conclusion derived through rigorous scientific methodology confirmed that monkeys possessed tails equipped with venomous stingers.
"Perhaps during the later Age of Strife, these creatures underwent significant mutation?"
The Raven muttered these words to himself before dismissing the matter entirely.
Monkey mutation would hardly prove surprising, considering the Human Empire's Golden Age misuse of genetic biochemical weapons across countless worlds.
Whether a monkey's tail bore spikes or not would alter nothing of consequence.
No rational purpose existed in wasting precious time tracing the evolutionary history of monkeys across every historical epoch merely to resolve academic disputes.
The Gene Engine implantation proceeded with flawless efficiency.
When the assembled adepts of the Mechanicus chanted in perfect unison, "Great Omnissiah", the roaring machinery achieved harmonious synchronisation.
The blessed mechanisms sang a beautiful symphony of technological perfection.
This proclaimed the successful completion of the Gene Engine implantation procedures.
The Emperor removed His protective gloves and cast them aside with casual authority.
He reached upward to unfasten the neck seal of His protective vestments, removing His breathing apparatus with deliberate movements.
After studying His completed masterwork with satisfaction, He spoke with divine certainty.
"Awaken them all."
The Tech-Adepts obeyed His command without hesitation, initiating the prescribed resuscitation protocols.
They chanted sacred binharic verses while operating the blessed machinery with practised reverence.
The nano-nerve bundles connected to the Primarchs' superhuman forms retracted smoothly, revealing dark silver neural interfaces beneath.
Sanguinius achieved consciousness first among his brothers.
During his enforced unconsciousness, his awareness had descended into a churning sea of black and crimson blood.
The blood-sea writhed with unnatural motion, and terrifying sounds emanated from its lightless depths, sounds filled with fevered battle lust.
The presence called to him insistently, claiming that his power derived from its ancient source.
Sanguinius witnessed numerous visions of potential futures unfolding before his enhanced perception.
The galaxy burninig in an Eternal war. Darkness was returning again, consuming him and his sons. Primarchs turned against one another, attacking their brothers with terrible hatred, swinging blessed blades in fratricidal madness.
In later visions, he observed his own death with detached horror. Darkness was returning again, consuming him and his sons.
His pure white wings lay broken and bloodied, his form abandoned upon desolate ground.
He witnessed the Human Empire established by the Emperor's vision descending into ignorance and superstitious foolishness.
The Emperor Himself was trapped within a terrible torture device, enduring agony day and night for ten thousand years.
Despair and suffering filled every corner of that dark timeline.
Indescribable sorrow arose within Sanguinius's noble heart, and he wept for humanity's shattered dreams.
Then he heard a voice cutting through the nightmare.
"Oh, oh, my little angel, why are you crying? Uncle Raven will take you to get some fries."
This seemingly mundane sentence possessed strange power, and the desperate nightmare shattered like spun glass.
In its place materialised a magnificent, glorious vision of humanity's true destiny.
Within that prophetic dream, humanity opened passages to all universes across the infinite multiverse.
They raised the double-headed eagle banner high, conquering every reality within their reach.
He witnessed Guilliman ascending to become king of five hundred Great Universes, ruling with perfect administrative efficiency.
He observed the Lion hunting an ancient and colossal being, malevolent, dark, humanoid, with a creepier smile stretched to its face, vast as entire universes, bringing it low with transcendent skill.
He saw Horus raise his arm in triumph, and the Shadow Wolves transformed into a pack of predators, pouncing upon terrifying enemies with coordinated ferocity.
The entire myriad of universes bowed before their inexorable advance.
Those unimaginable ancient beings and terrifying evil gods wept in abject fear at the arrival of the Imperium of Mankind.
Sanguinius jolted awake with transhuman reflexes.
He sat upright within the containment pod, his eyes glazed with confusion, consciousness still partially immersed in the prophetic visions.
"Hey, Little Angel? Why do you appear so uncertain? Do you require some fries?"
The Raven materialised before Sanguinius with characteristic informality.
The word "fries" anchored the dazed Primarch's consciousness, drawing him back to present reality.
"Lord Raven."
"Have you adapted successfully to the power you have just acquired?" the Raven inquired with genuine concern.
Sanguinius closed his eyes, focusing his enhanced awareness upon the changes within his transhuman physiology.
His consciousness was drawn inexorably into a space of absolute darkness.
[Blood-exclusive Gene Engine has achieved binding. Host identified: Sanguinius. Loading corresponding programs.]
Sanguinius opened his eyes and regarded the Raven with newfound understanding.
"This Gene Engine technology, does it function identically to that implanted within the Legion warriors?"
"No, yours represents a far more advanced configuration," the Raven explained with technical precision.
"Your capabilities exceed theirs significantly."
At this moment, the remaining Primarchs achieved consciousness in rapid succession.
After brief periods of disorientation, they all regained perfect mental clarity.
"Blood Engine loaded successfully. All systems are functioning within optimal parameters."
[Spatial Psychokinesis Control loaded. Dimensional Mastery loaded. Phase Teleportation loaded. Time Anchor loaded. Time Acceleration loaded.]
Dense notification sequences echoed within Sanguinius's enhanced consciousness.
The mere designation of these abilities conveyed their abnormal and transcendent nature.
Sanguinius surveyed the laboratory and observed his ceremonial armour positioned in the far distance.
With focused intent, he manifested a miniature sun before his position.
An invisible spatial force field materialised instantly, containing the stellar manifestation within precise parameters.
This demonstration caused the newly awakened Primarchs and laboratory personnel to display expressions of profound shock.
Sanguinius had, through mere thought, created a miniature star and bound it within his will.
Such power transcended mortal comprehension; it could only be described as divine authority.
Observing their collective amazement, the Raven stepped forward with wings positioned upon his hips, speaking with characteristic irreverence.
"The capability is barely adequate. You must utilise it effectively to conquer those universes and cultivate them with extensive crops of tomatoes and potatoes."
"Adapt yourselves to the Gene Engine capabilities you have received," the Emperor continued the Raven's instruction with imperial authority.
"In due time, the Raven and I shall escort you to witness certain realities, to provide a preliminary understanding of your future adversaries."
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