Warhammer Cultivation: Cultivating the Tao Te Ching in the 40K Universe

He didn't say much, but while drinking water with everyone, he quietly used his "Qi Observation Technique" to its fullest extent.

in his field of vision.

The "qi" of the highest-ranking members of the Ninth Legion is like a series of high-pressure containers whose internal pressure has reached a critical point!

Ladoron's "qi" is violent and fierce, like a storm of blades compressed to the extreme.

Azkaran's "qi" is deep and heavy, yet it carries a resolute air of being ready to sacrifice at any moment.

The "qi" of the chief think tank, Asterian, was the most peculiar. It was a chaotic vortex of energy, a mixture of psychic radiance and crimson madness, constantly undergoing internal clashes.

Each of them is waging an endless war against the curse that originates from their bloodline, in their own way.

And they were all...exhausted.

......

The dinner ended in a restrained and subdued atmosphere.

Saint Gilles dismissed his attendants.

He and Hector were left alone in a completely soundproof secret chamber located deep within the flagship.

The walls here are cast from the thickest adamantium alloy and are covered with complex shielding runes to prevent any spying.

This is Saint Gilles' most private "confessional".

The moment the door to the secret room slowly closed.

The majesty and nobility that belonged to the Primal on the face of this demigod and archangel finally shattered, inch by inch, like a mask.

Instead, he felt a deep, almost overwhelming pain and exhaustion.

"There are some things I cannot show to my sons."

He walked to a Xuan Guang instrument in the center of the secret room, his voice becoming extremely hoarse.

"Because I can't let them see...that their father also feels...despair."

He stretched out his slightly trembling hand and entered a series of complex commands into the Xuan Guang Yi.

A video, classified as "top secret," which even Makado had no access to, began to play.

That was footage captured by a helmet-mounted recorder worn by a church librarian.

Chapter 216 Understanding the Dao and Asking Questions (5 Extra Chapters)

The location is a human colony planet that has been completely destroyed by war.

The battle appears to be over.

But in the scene, a Holy Blood Angel is still attacking frantically...

His target was not the enemy.

Instead, it was a group of surviving, unarmed, human allies cheering him on!

"No! Lord Astartes! It's us!"

"Stop! Stop it!"

The cries and pleas of the survivors failed to awaken this fallen angel.

In his eyes, there was only a blood-red madness.

With his chainsaw sword, he brutally cleaved an Imperial officer who tried to stop him in half at the waist!

He made a move that seemed to freeze the air itself.

He threw away the explosive pistol, bent down, and with an almost beastly posture, greedily and frantically...

...sucking up the blood gushing from the officer's wound!

The gurgling swallowing sounds were clearly transmitted through the recorder into the deathly silent chamber.

Saint Gilles' voice was filled with endless pain as he turned off the video.

The sealed room fell into a deathly silence once again.

"He was once the best standard-bearer in our legion."

Saint Gilles stood with his back to Hector, and for the first time, his imposing figure appeared somewhat hunched.

"He once swore to protect every innocent person within the empire's borders with his life."

"But in the end..."

"He died from a bomb fired by his own brother."

"And I could only approve that false report that said he 'died heroically in battle'..."

The demigod slowly turned around.

His deep blue, star-like eyes revealed an almost pleading expression.

He looked at Hector and asked, word by word:

"Dao Master..."

"My sons..."

"...Is there any hope?"

......

Librarium Sanguis.

This is the most central forbidden area of ​​the "Immortal Wonder" and even the entire Ninth Legion.

It is not a library in the traditional sense, but a sacred laboratory that combines genetic alchemy, biological research and mysticism.

The dome of the sanctuary is not painted with mythological murals, but with a huge and complex spiral genetic map, each base pair shimmering with a soft psychic glow.

The surrounding walls were made of some kind of black crystal that could block all spiritual energy and information from being detected.

Embedded within the walls are thousands of transparent storage containers, each containing a sample of the genetic seed of every combat cultivator since the Ninth Legion was established, soaked in an ice-blue nutrient solution.

This place holds the past of the Holy Blood Angels, and also imprisons their future.

The air was filled with the dry, cold scent of the low-temperature coolant, and a faint, seemingly deep-seated sadness.

At this moment, in the very center of the sanctuary.

Saint Gilles had removed his magnificent power armor and was now wearing only a plain white robe without any decoration.

His perfect face showed an undisguised tension and anticipation.

Beside him stood several key figures from the Legion's highest ranks—First Company Commander Radoron, Blood Guard Commander Azkaran, and Chief Apothecary Melos. Their expressions were equally solemn.

Opposite them, Hector Kane stood quietly.

Behind him stood the equally serious-looking technical director, Tectus-19, and the ever-vigilant Isabel and Barrow team.

The diagnosis is about to begin.

“Lord of the Dao,” Saint Gilles’ voice broke the silence in the sanctuary, “this is the source of all the suffering of my legion. Today, I open it to you without reservation.”

His tone was full of trust, but also full of a desperate determination.

Hector nodded slightly, his gaze sweeping over the containers storing the genetic seeds.

“Your Highness, before examining the gene seed, I need to see two things first.”

"First, it's your blood."

"Secondly, it is a patient who is... having an 'episode'."

Saint Gilles nodded immediately.

"Melos".

The chief pharmacist immediately stepped forward and carefully used a crystal lancet to draw a vial of golden blood from Saint Gilles' arm, blood that seemed to contain the radiance of the sun.

At the same time, Azkaran gave a solemn order.

A moment later, two Blood Guardians escorted a Blood Angel, who was also dressed in a white robe, into the room.

The soldier was still tall and handsome.

But his eyes were bloodshot. His breathing was heavy, like a broken bellows. His body was tightly bound by two thick, mithril chains, but it was still trembling violently and uncontrollably.

An aura filled with rage and destructive desire was emanating wildly from his body!

“Sergeant Kafel,” Saint-Gilles said, his eyes filled with pity, “was once the best assault soldier in the 7th Company. Half an hour ago, the initial symptoms of ‘Blood Thirst’ began to appear on him.”

The warrior named Kafir seemed to have heard the Primarch's voice.

He suddenly looked up, his bloodshot eyes fixed on Hector and his group. A suppressed growl, like that of a wild beast, escaped his throat.

His reason was being slowly devoured by the madness that stemmed from his bloodline.

"Lord Dao, please be careful," Azkalan stepped forward and warned in a deep voice.

Hector did not speak.

He simply watched the soldier struggling in pain, his eyes showing no fear, only a trace of pity, like a doctor looking at a patient.

The first step in diagnosis is to observe the qi and blood.

Hector did not touch the vial of golden Primarch blood.

He simply extended his finger and gently touched the crystal container.

A strand of pure golden true essence, a hundred times finer than a strand of hair, emerged from his fingertips, like a living tentacle, and carefully enveloped the tube of blood.

Then he closed his eyes.

"Understanding the Tao and All Things," now fully activated!

His divine sense, following that wisp of true essence, instantly sank into the most microscopic and fundamental level of that drop of blood!

A magnificent yet perilous scene unfolded in his mind!

That is not the material world of cells and genes.

It was a golden ocean made of pure life energy!

This ocean is vast, warm, and filled with a sacred and noble aura! Every drop of "seawater" contains a powerful vitality capable of creating life!

This is the "qi and blood" of the original gene!

Its vitality far surpasses that of any living creature Hector has ever seen!

Chapter 217 Facing the Blood God (6 Extra Chapters)

Deep within this vast golden ocean, Hector "saw" something unusual.

He saw that tiny, almost imperceptible, spiderweb-like blood-red threads were wrapped around every drop of golden "seawater"!

Those blood-red threads were extremely fine and extremely hidden.

But they are also extremely resilient!

They are like the most vicious parasitic vines, deeply rooted in the origin of this golden ocean, constantly drawing nourishment from it to grow stronger!

What alarmed Hector even more was...

These blood-red threads are not simply composed of energy.

Rather... it is the "law"!

It is a highly condensed manifestation of the laws of chaos, filled with negative concepts such as "killing," "anger," "betrayal," and "destruction."

"I see……"

Hector understood.

"Blood thirst" is not simply a genetic defect.

Rather, it is a kind of pollution at the energy level, a higher dimension...!

It's like adding a drop of something that can never be diluted or filtered into the purest drinking water—a deadly poison!

On the live symptom samples nearby, Hector saw a more pronounced, identical phenomenon.