Warhammer: In the Name of the Emperor - #677 - Chapter 659 Doomsday Storm: A Thing of Wisdom

“Let’s get started.”

In the secret experiment of “Olympia” in the Arctic of Macragge, Bell sat on the bench in the conference room. The two Ultramarines pharmacists who accompanied him on both sides also sat down. Their huge bodies sat down in the not-so-large conference room, and their heights almost reached the ceiling.

In the conference room, the mortal researchers stood on both sides. They had their own seats, but no one sat down without permission. They were waiting for permission and instructions. Although they claimed to be geniuses and leaders among humans, their knowledge and courage were nothing in front of the Astartes, especially the Ultramarines.

“Yes, three adults, sit down.” Chief scientist Triolio gestured to the people around him, and when they sat down, he activated the projection wall behind them, and soon a picture appeared on the wall.

“Dear adults, our experiment has made new progress. After using sub-dimensional sound waves to irradiate the obelisk for a long time, the research that was originally a bottleneck has made a breakthrough discovery.”

“Very good, Lord Robert Guilliman has sent an inquiry, asking when the results will be available.” The pharmacist brother sitting on Bell’s left asked, his arms folded, and his thick armored arms collided with his chest armor.

“Yes, dear adults, we have wasted a lot of time, but please don’t worry, Lord Guilliman, we have made a breakthrough.” The chief scientist turned around and said.

“Then show us your progress.” Bell raised his hand to signal, he adjusted his sitting posture and leaned back on the chair. The chief scientist nodded slightly, and after pressing on the projection screen behind him, a picture appeared there soon, consisting of numbers, letters, and dense data arcs.

To ordinary people, those data are just some random, illogical and weird points and characters, but in the eyes of the three Astartes present, they have clear meanings.

“The obelisk is full of life?” asked the pharmacist sitting on Bell’s right. There were five oath papers on his shoulders, which meant that he was noble and had outstanding military achievements. He was indeed the oldest of the three present, as can be seen from the service nail on his head.

Bell had always been curious about why Guilliman let him lead the team instead of him, a famous veteran. This did bring problems. When he knew that he would be led by a junior, he was very dissatisfied, but fortunately, as a veteran, he knew the importance of obeying orders.

Bell had also tried his best to respect him these days, and always let him see the experimental reports he got first, and let him express his opinions, such as at this moment.

“Yes, Lord Trisos.” Chief Scientist Trioluo nodded, pointing to a map behind him, “We first scanned the biological readings and found nothing. The stele looked like a lifeless carbon-based object, or, in civilian terms, a stone.”

“But later, the origin was an accident that should have been dangerous. A junior researcher accidentally got some spores on himself while cleaning the stele test area, and then took them out of the laboratory. He then went to the plant test area, where he was preparing to use subsonic waves to change organisms that day.”

“Subspace power.” The Ultramarines pharmacist on the left folded his arms and frowned, and Bell looked at him and planned to see how Chief Scientist Trioluo would answer this dangerous question.

The chief scientist did not panic. If he were an ordinary person, facing the Astartes’ angry and serious questions about such dangerous questions, he would have been frightened to the point of incontinence and kneeling on the ground to kowtow and beg for mercy, but he did not. He was just very calm and looked at the three Astartes seriously.

“Yes, sir, we use the warp radiation to physically study the power of the warp, the extent of its impact on organisms, and whether it can be artificially adjusted. This is a dangerous experiment, but it is quite useful. From this, we can conduct more accurate genetic identification of subhuman races, instead of killing them all off after discovering one or two mutations as usual.”

“For planets that were originally exposed to the warp environment, such as the outer planets in the current plague war, this experiment can also help more accurately identify and investigate, without wasting resources and conducting extremely inhumane large-scale cleansing. We may even find out how to cure the warp infection from it.”

“Can it be done?” This time it was Bell’s turn to ask, cure the warp infection? This was the first time he heard of it. He had always thought that once incubated in the warp, it was irreversible, but if this experimental result could bring much help to the empire.

“Yes, we have made some progress in this regard. We have conducted mutation and anti-mutation experiments on animals and plants. The results are promising. If Lord Guilliman approves, we will start human experiments as soon as possible.” The chief scientist nodded in response, his face still calm, without pride or excessive pride, just the most basic qualities of a scientist, “Can we get back to the current problem? Dear adults.” “Please, Chief Scientist Triollo.” Bell cast an inquiring look at the old soldier beside him, and after the latter nodded in agreement, Bell said.

“As mentioned before, the reckless researcher brought the fungus into the plant test area and conducted a sub-infrasound irradiation experiment there. The experiment is currently harmless to the human body, so they directly entered the test area and recorded it at close range. “We have made amazing progress by observing the changes in plants. The fungi on his body have undergone amazing changes under the irradiation of sub-infrasound waves. They have begun to grow in a way that completely violates the principle of conservation of mass.”

Bell frowned, seeming to sense Bell’s suspicion. Triolo turned his head and smiled at Bell, “Please rest assured, sir, there is no danger in the experiment. The fungus stopped after growing partially. We are currently The reason is unclear, but it may be related to the intensity of sub-sound waves.”

“Well, go ahead, Chief Scientist Triolo.”

“As you wish, in short, the fungi in the plant test area suddenly changed, and they became intelligent.” Chief scientist Triolio said in surprise, and the joy on his face was indescribable.

“Wisdom? How do you say it?” the Ultramarines veteran asked.

“They demonstrated the ability to communicate, sir. What started as illogical clauses, the fungi arranged themselves organically into the form of words, and later we determined that they were trying to communicate with us.”

The chief scientist turned around and swiped the screen. Several photographs appeared on it, capturing the sentences presented by the fungus. On the research uniform, they arranged some kind of primitive sentences.

“Their expressive ability is still very lacking. Through experiments, it was determined that they have some basic intelligence, almost like pet cats and dogs. They can interact with people and give simple feedback. According to subsequent research, we found that they can interact with the experiment There is continuous communication between personnel, and the speed and quality of response have been significantly improved. ”

In the subsequent photos, the fungi’s language structure has obviously improved a lot. They began to use short sentences and even some rhetorical techniques. In the last photo, they even used complete sentences.

In the photo, scientists asked what they were, and the fungal spores responded with a poem, “I am nothing. I was born in the mist, and passed away in the mist. Rebirth and destruction, this is a question.”

“What does that mean?” asked the young pharmacist on the left.

“We don’t know yet. Your Excellency, linguists and rhetoricians are studying it, but this does not hinder subsequent research. After further contact, the intelligence of the fungi has significantly improved, and is now close to the level of human children, even , they started trying to organize themselves.”

“form?”

“Yes, sir, they have tried to assemble themselves and form organisms to better communicate with us, but they have failed. The initial suspicion is that their number is insufficient. For safety reasons, we did not conduct follow-up irradiation on them, but Moved to a safe area for experimentation.”

“at present.”

The chief scientist continued to explain, and Bell frowned. He kept staring at an original photo, the first experiment in the plant laboratory, “Wait, did you clean up the plant laboratory? Burn all the plants there. buried.”

“No, no sir, as I said before, the plants there have very important research value.” The chief scientist turned around and replied.

Bell’s eyes widened, “So, you didn’t clean it up, and allowed the creatures from Nurgle to enter a closed space, and then conducted more irradiation experiments there.”

“What’s wrong? Brother.” The veteran asked, and Bell looked at him and frowned, “As I said before, the growth of fungi may be related to subspace irradiation, and their bodies have been moved to other places. But, if their What parts remain? It has been proven that they possess intelligence, and one of the instincts of intelligent creatures is “

“Reproduction.” The veteran frowned and said, and then suddenly there was a knock on the door in the corridor. The three Astartes turned their heads to look at the same time. Then there were screams and gunshots.

“What’s going on?” the chief scientist picked up the walkie-talkie and asked, and intensive gunshots and shouts came from the other side, “This is a plant area, damn, those things, what are they? No matter, they are Trying to hiss.”

“I am nothing. I was born in the mist, and passed away in the mist. Rebirth and destruction, this is a problem.”

That ancient voice spoke into the intercom with thousands of mouths, and it sang that poetry.

Bell stood up instantly, and the two battle brothers behind him also stood up at the same time, raised their weapons, pulled the bolt and loaded the bullet. They looked at the door of the conference room where footsteps gradually came from.

“Alert.”

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“Captain Cole, we have received an unknown communication.”

In Infinite Frontier, Anna leaned on the instrument below and said, Cole stuck his head out from above and looked down, and with him was Father Mathieu, who has been accompanying him these days.

They had just jumped out of the warp. Thanks to the Emperor, and perhaps the priest’s prayers had worked, they had reached Macragge safely despite problems on the way to Galle’s station, and were now in orbit over the Antarctic.

“Signal? From Hera Fortress?”

“No, it’s Antarctica. There is an unknown facility there. There is no archive in the system.” Anna typed on the keyboard in front of her, and various images flew in front of her. “They sent an emergency signal, claiming that the facility had been attacked. Please request support.”

“Whose attack?”

“I didn’t make it clear, but the terms were quite confusing and panicked. The astropaths also received similar signals. They sent them out at the same time through astrology and radio communication. At present, it seems that we are the only ones who have received it.”

Cole and the priest looked at each other and then raised their eyes to look at the ice sheets of Antarctica. The white land covered the entire land. “Send an alert to Hera, there is trouble.”