Warhammer: From the Devouring C'tan Fragments

After hearing Wells' words, Tiberius responded without hesitation:

"We still have some Raven Guard gene-seed left in our Chapter. Once I leave here, I will personally deliver it to you.

We hope you can spare no effort to assist us and clone more new Raven Guard gene-seeds."

It's no wonder that Tiberus is so anxious. In the Carcharodon Regiment led by him, both weapons and equipment, as well as gene seeds that determine the abilities and characteristics of the warriors, were seized from other regiments.

Because of this, the sources of gene-seed within the Chapter are quite diverse and chaotic, including those of loyalists who are loyal to the Emperor, and even those of rebels who once participated in the Heresy.

For Tiberus, who was born in the Raven Guard, owning an elite force that was completely nurtured by the gene seeds of his own chapter has always been his strongest desire and pursuit in his heart.

So how could he not be anxious when he learned that it was possible to obtain a large amount of pure Raven Guard gene-seed?

Wells smiled and nodded slightly to Tiberius:

"No problem! As long as you can provide me with a gene seed sample, then with the existing mature cloning technology, I am absolutely confident that I can quickly and efficiently replicate a considerable number of gene seeds for you."

After so many years of research and practice, the technology of cloning gene seeds has long been perfected. As long as he has a sample of gene seeds as a reference, Wells can quickly clone a large number of gene seeds.

"Thank you!" Tiberus expressed his sincere gratitude to Wells.

"Well, I have a few questions." After seeing Tiberus finish speaking, Azriel respectfully asked Wells.

Wells raised his hand toward Azrael and said, "You go."

Azrael frowned slightly, carefully considering his words in his mind. After a long while, he finally asked:

"I'd like to ask, do these gene seeds created through cloning technology still retain any previous combat experience?"

The reason why each Astartes Chapter was able to quickly build a team with considerable combat effectiveness in a relatively short period of time after recruiting and replenishing new soldiers was that the key factor was the valuable combat experience contained in the gene seed.

When these gene seeds are successfully implanted into the bodies of the recruits, as long as they successfully complete a series of transformation processes, these recruits will instantly possess powerful combat capabilities as if they were instinctive.

In this way, not only can the training time required by new recruits be greatly shortened, but the combat efficiency of the entire regiment can also be significantly improved.

This issue is undoubtedly crucial to Azrael, because it is directly related to the future development and improvement of the combat effectiveness of the regiment.

Facing Azrael's expectant gaze, Wells slowly shook his head:

"Unfortunately, these gene seeds produced through cloning are all brand new seeds that have never been used, so they do not contain any past combat experience.

As for accumulating and mastering combat experience, I'm afraid you'll still have to rely on yourselves to train new recruits."

Although Azrael was slightly disappointed after hearing this answer, he quickly adjusted his mindset and bowed deeply to Wells again, expressing his heartfelt gratitude.

"Thank you for your answer. I now understand exactly what to do."

With Wells' answer, it was like a bright light, instantly dispelling the heavy fog lingering in Azriel's heart.

At the same time, it also made the several Astartes officers present understand what to do in the future as if they had suddenly realized something.

Although the new Astartes recruits who were implanted and cloned with gene seeds in the future lost the valuable combat experience accumulated in the past.

They may seem a little immature and unfamiliar when they first enter the battlefield, but with the professional and high-intensity training provided by the Star Space Marines, coupled with a steady supply of advanced weapons and equipment and other various supplies.

The actual combat effectiveness of these Astartes recruits will probably not decline, but will instead show an upward trend.

In this light, the so-called "lack of combat experience" cannot be considered a defect.

Argento, who had been silent all this time, suddenly frowned tightly, his eyes fixed on the gene seed in Wells's hand.

His face was solemn, as if he was filled with doubts that he could not express. In the end, he could not help but ask with difficulty:

"Dear Mr. Wells, could we please understand how this gene seed is cloned?

Of course, if this matter involves some confidential information, then you have every right to choose not to respond to it.”

When Wells heard this, an elusive and strange smile suddenly appeared on his originally calm face.

He slowly raised his head, stared at Argento with a meaningful look, and then asked again in a very serious tone:

"Do you all really want to know the specific method of cloning this gene seed?"

Tiberus and the others looked at each other, their eyes meeting and seemed to convey some unspeakable message.

"Want to know."

In the end, Argento took a deep breath and nodded vigorously at Wells, indicating that they really wanted to know the secret.

The corners of Wells' mouth rose slightly, revealing an unfathomable smile.

He stared at Tiberius and his group with a piercing gaze, as if he could see through everything. Wells said softly, "I hope you won't regret your decision today."

As soon as he finished speaking, Wells reached out without hesitation and pressed a button on the lab bench. With a gentle mechanical hum, the floor in the center of the lab began to slowly rise, revealing a sealed iron can crafted from fine gold.

This iron can shines with a cold metallic luster all over, and its exquisite craftsmanship is breathtaking.

When it was fully raised to the level of everyone's sight, the tin began to slowly open to the sides, like a mysterious flower blooming.

As the tin was opened, everyone finally saw what was hidden inside: a tall and burly man with a resolute face.

He stood quietly in the center of the tin can like a sculpture, his body tightly locked with layers of iron chains, unable to move at all.

Even though he was now exposed to everyone's eyes, the man still did not make even the slightest sound or movement. He was like a lifeless vegetable, just standing there silently.