Warhammer: Filial Piety Makes Power

Chapter 304 The Paperclip Plan

If someone calls you "Dad" for no reason, they're either a scammer or have ulterior motives; they might even force you to bring them food.

For Space Marines, honor is more precious than life itself, and whenever asked which unit they belong to, they always proudly call themselves the Sons of the Forks.

If you were to praise someone for having the same qualities as their father, it would be like saying that a canned food doesn't have a tail, otherwise it would wag more enthusiastically than an electric fan. Therefore, a Space Marine would never joke about a Primarch.

But looking at the group of Space Marines in front of them who called themselves Blood Ravens and addressed each of them as father or mother, everyone frowned.

The nine Primarchs present were certain that this was definitely not their offspring; they had never heard of any legion having a unit called Blood Raven.

However, when asked who the Primarch was, the group claimed they didn't know, or even how they ended up in the Web Path.

This response was certainly not satisfactory to the Primarchs, who immediately summoned the Biological Sages to conduct a genetic comparison, since there was bound to be a match among the 18 Legions.

While waiting for the test results, everyone was talking and speculating about which brother's offspring it was.

Dorn, clutching his little blanket, believed this was Corax's offspring; otherwise, there was no explanation for how it could steal Vulcan's hammer right under their noses.

But Corax was convinced that these were definitely not his offspring, and instead suspected that they might be a group of Night Lords, because the one in the lead, Tom, looked like a Coz.

But Fugrim thinks you are all wrong. Haven’t you noticed that they are only 2.1 meters tall?
And that Fearless, they are clearly a group of steel warriors, otherwise there is no way to explain why these people are so short, otherwise they are the fist of the empire!
Dorne, who was being mocked, had nothing to say. Among all the legions, the Iron Warriors were undoubtedly the shortest, followed by the Imperial Fists. The two legions were evenly matched, consistently ranking at the top of the list of shortest legions.

It's strange, really. If an ordinary person dared to steal his blanket, Dorn would have already turned them into mincemeat with a single Stormfang.

Faced with this group of strange-looking Space Marines, Dorn felt not anger, but rather a strange sadness, and not only Dorn, but the other Primarchs felt the same way.

The Lion King's reaction was even more obvious, his eyes darting around Alpha, because he noticed that although these Space Marines had changed their paint scheme, their hood decorations and sword-shaped emblems looked exactly like those of the First Legion.

As for the giant lizardmen, they were subconsciously ignored by everyone. After all, in the Primarch's eyes, these things should be like space wolves, with round heads that even looked a little cute.

But this doubt did not last long.

The good news is that the results are in, and the bad news is also that the results are in.

The 782 Space Marines before us do not belong to any Legion, yet they also belong to any Legion.

First, according to the genetic testing results, these 782 Space Marines have a genetic seed that does not belong to any known Legion, but there is another genetic seed growing next to this genetic seed.

Nearly 300 of them were identified as having companion seeds from the Midnight Lords, while the remaining 400-plus belonged to various legions.

The reason why the quantifier "nearly" is used instead of an exact number is because these Space Marines are not of pure blood.

On the surface, they were identified as Midnight Lords, but there were also genetic components from other legions among them. In other words, every single one of these Space Marines was a hybrid.

It even contains some kind of alien gene, and the proportion is extremely high.

Logically speaking, this outcome should be impossible, because the genetic seed represents everything—it's either yes or no. Space Marines aren't dogs that can produce a bunch of mixed breeds, but in these Blood Ravens, the dominant genes from every legion can be found, and even the characteristics are present.

For example, the Ravenguard's supernatural stealth, the Ultramarines' strong cellular activity, the Iron Warriors' sturdiness and durability, the Salamanders' super strength, the Thousand Sons' psionic talents, and even their extreme resistance to the warp.

The previous points were understandable, but the last one was the most outrageous. Even Makado stated that psionic talent and extreme resistance to the warp were simply impossible to coexist, with the Custodians being the best example.

While these tech enthusiasts were baffled and preparing to extract biological samples for in-depth investigation, they discovered that their technical capabilities were simply insufficient to break through that insanely flawed genetic code.

Ultimately, the only conclusion that can be drawn is that these Space Marines are the product of a special genetic engineering project, and can gradually evolve with different environments, eventually becoming perfectly adapted to any legion.

The person who created them was definitely a figure who was a generation ahead of the empire in genetic engineering research.

But none of that is the most important thing. The most important thing is that the researchers detected a special code on the Blood Raven. When compared with the existing files, the only one that matches the model is the Imperial Guard.

Upon learning of this result, Caul, who had just been promoted to Great Sage of Casting, immediately sealed all the experimental files.

After all, prohibiting blasphemous experiments is one of the Empire's principles, but what if it's something done based on principles themselves? We can't investigate everything!

When the report was placed before the Primarch, everyone fell silent as they looked at the pitiful Space Marines staring at them.

Based on the existing clues and the fact that the other party emerged from the network and suffered amnesia, the Primarchs have reason to suspect that it was the Emperor's doing, and that their genetic father is very likely the brother whose name cannot be revealed.

A fact that no one wanted to face was now before them: these Blood Ravens were very likely the Emperor's replacement for the existing legions.

If the memories of Mordred hadn't disappeared, the Primarch wouldn't have thought that way, but the problem now is that all the memories of Mordred are gone.

This wasn't just the Primarch's wild speculation, but a reasonable deduction based on existing clues. Zhuang Sen knew this best, after all, the First Legion had also participated in the extermination of the Thunder Warriors.

Like everyone else, the remaining 782 Atlas had lost their memories of Mordred after leaving the Netway, and even the contents of their diaries were unclear. But this did not prevent them from piecing together the final mission called Project Paperclip based on the fragmented information.

In other words, they should develop stealthily and wait for the return of the father of genes.

As for how to develop stealthily? Tom had done his homework beforehand, which is why they appeared at this time and attracted Makado's attention.

Seeing the Primarchs having a small meeting, Tom knew that the first step of the plan had succeeded, and immediately spoke up:

"Your Highnesses, we Blood Ravens have a secret mission: to safeguard supplies for our Gene Master. I have already informed the Seal Holder, and now we await our Gene Father to come and receive them."

Before we discuss our ownership, may I first take you to the network to inspect these supplies?

"Supplies! How much?"

"Not many, just a tiny bit. Oh right, there seem to be 3 combat moons as well."

(End of this chapter)