Chapter 451: This Gift of Yours Truly Pleases Me

Kharn chose to be the first to accept the Primaris Space Marine transformation.

This was first because Kharn realized Sanguinius and Zhou Yun's intentions.

As the person who defeated the Primarch of Primaris, his acceptance of the Primaris transformation itself had symbolic significance.

After all, if even the person who defeated the Primarch of Primaris was willing to accept the power of the Primaris, what reason did others have to say they didn't need it?

So Kharn actively indicated that he would be the first to accept the transformation, which met the needs of Sanguinius and Zhou Yun.

Ordinary people always felt that Kharn was a beast controlled by the Butcher's Nails, knowing only anger.

But in reality, the entire Twelfth Legion was managed by Kharn at the time, and Kharn had some understanding of politics.

Secondly, Kharn himself also truly craved the power of the Primaris.

He saw the power of the Primaris in that Hua Hua Hua Di Huang's Child—oh no, it was an Imperial Fist—named Thor.

It was just that the current Primaris were all still too green to manifest their own power.

Kharn wanted to take revenge on Erebus, so he naturally craved more power.

The last reason was that Kharn did not fear the high mortality rate of the Primaris transformation surgery; even the surgery to implant the Butcher's Nails, he had survived, so how could he not survive the Primaris transformation surgery?

Of course, Zhou Yun's ability to bring the dead back to life was also one of the reasons.

"Take off your hood, remove your power armor, and enter this operating room for transformation."

Deep in the mechanical ark *King of Explorers*, in front of an operating room, Belisarius Cawl said to Kharn.

The Primarch of Primaris stood beside Cawl, while Kharn was accompanied by Zhou Yun and Seth, who was acting as Zhou Yun's guard.

"Do you need me to be with you?" Seth looked at Kharn and said.

Although he didn't know what the specific identity of this mysterious person was, Seth had already grown a bit fond of this guy.

"I can see that you still don't like the Primaris much, no need to accompany me." Kharn laughed dryly.

Although Belisarius Cawl assured Seth that this transformation would not turn Blood Angels into Ultramarines—that was the underlying genetic code written by the Hua Hua Hua Di Huang, which could not be easily changed.

But Seth still carried his consistent vigilance and suspicion, harboring vigilance toward the Primaris.

Seth frowned tightly.

Kharn did not hesitate, gently taking off the hood on his head; the inside of the hood squirmed like flesh and blood, and in the blink of an eye, it burrowed into Kharn's body.

Kharn's face was exposed to everyone's eyes; it was a slender, bronze-colored face, and even though it was twisted by anger and bloodlust into hideous traces, it could still be called heroic.

But the most eye-catching thing was the hideous iron cables coiled on Kharn's head; those steel cables hideously pierced into Kharn's head, buzzing all the time, appearing particularly terrifying.

Seth's expression suddenly stiffened, and the Primarch of Primaris also raised his eyebrows gently.

Cawl stared at the Butcher's Nails on Kharn's head, revealing an expression of great interest.

"World Eater," Seth growled, fangs clearly exposed to the air, his fingers placed on the Blood Drinker at his waist: "Traitor Kharn!"

The arm exposed outside, the chainaxe, and the Butcher's Nails on his head.

These features made Seth recognize Kharn's true identity.

"I thought we had already built a friendship," Kharn sneered twice and said.

"Shit, traitor!" Seth spat.

"You really look like your ancestor Amit; there are not many honest people like you. That's right, I am a traitor." Kharn's mouth revealed a smile.

"Shut up, you traitor, you deserve to mention the name of the Flesh Tearers' first Chapter Master?" Seth drew his chainsword and pointed it straight at Kharn's face.

Kharn did not change his expression: "How can I not? We were brothers, friends."

"You World Eater, a natural butcher, I will..." Seth almost made a move.

"Seth," Zhou Yun said softly.

"My lord, he is the traitor Kharn, the Chosen of the Blood God, the traitor Astartes who slaughtered the most Astartes during the Great Crusade." Seth turned his head in disbelief and said.

At least the last one really wasn't Kharn, Zhou Yun's mouth twitched, waving his hand to signal Seth to put down his weapon: "Sanguinius also knows."

Seth struggled on his face, then put down his chainsword.

"You want to kill me?" Kharn looked at Seth: "You can, but I have a grudge to settle now."

"Wait until I kill Erebus, if I am still alive, I will leave it for you to kill, as long as you can kill."

"Being killed by Amit's progeny, hehe, that's not bad."

Seth glared at Kharn with hateful eyes, but ultimately followed the will of Zhou Yun and Sanguinius, and did not make a move on Kharn.

Kharn nodded at Seth for no reason.

Then, under the guidance of Belisarius Cawl, Kharn took off his power armor, exposing his body that had become deformed due to the Blood God's blessing and demonic parasitism.

"Hehe, this will be a challenge." Belisarius Cawl observed Kharn's body, as if looking at a rare experimental specimen.

"I will try my best to control Kharn's organs from deforming, Magos, can you complete the transformation?" The demon Raum possessing Kharn crawled out of Kharn's body, looking at Belisarius Cawl and saying.

Seeing the appearance of the demon, the veins on Seth's face suddenly burst.

"I can, but whether he can survive is not something I can decide." Belisarius Cawl cast a questioning look at Zhou Yun.

Zhou Yun nodded and agreed to Cawl's action.

A Primaris enchanted Chosen Champion Space Marine, Zhou Yun thought it was interesting just thinking about it.

As for failure, Zhou Yun could reverse life and death; even if it failed, he could forcibly bring Kharn back to life.

Cawl bowed deeply to Zhou Yun, and took Kharn into the operating room.

Zhou Yun casually took out the Crazy Clock from his pocket, casually adjusted the time, so that the surgery that was supposed to take a long time ended in an instant in the eyes of Zhou Yun, Seth, and the Primarch of Primaris.

Cawl walked out of the operating room. There was blood on his body, and a large number of terrifying tools were installed on the mechanical tentacles hidden under his robes.

"Completed, my lord."

Cawl unloaded the terrifying tools on the mechanical tentacles under him, bowed to Zhou Yun and said:

"I successfully implanted the Hymn Pituitary into his incomplete brain, implanted tendon steel cables into his muscles, and the Belisarius Furnace was also installed. Just wait for his body to adapt to these new organs and successfully activate them. As long as he can activate the Belisarius Furnace, his organs, bones, and muscles can be quickly repaired, and he can live."

Zhou Yun nodded slightly, intending to adjust the time again, but Cawl suddenly spoke.

"My lord, I have something I hope you can see."

This made Zhou Yun raise his eyebrows slightly, not knowing what Cawl wanted to do.

But he felt that Cawl's tone was a little nervous, just like a child who wanted to give a gift to an adult, worrying about whether his gift could please the adult.

Although he couldn't figure out what Cawl wanted to do, Zhou Yun still followed Cawl's guidance and walked all the way to a room in the deepest part of the *King of Explorers*.

This room was made entirely of steel, with solid and heavy walls surrounding it, and a large number of servitors and Primaris Space Marines designed by Cawl guarding the surroundings of the room; the security could not be said to be not strict.

Cawl unlocked multiple security locks and reached out to invite Zhou Yun to step into the room.

The first thing Zhou Yun saw was the inverted cone-shaped machine lying in the center of the room; the size of this machine was not large, at most half a person's height, the upper part was completely transparent, filled with bright red blood.

And the lower part extended many half-mechanical, half-biological tentacles, connected to other equipment in the room.

On the machine, there was a silver nameplate, engraved with "sangprimusportum" in High Gothic.

"This is... the Primordial Blood Stack?" Zhou Yun raised his eyebrows slightly, recognizing the machine before him.

This was the machine creation that stored the genetic sequences of twenty Primarchs, the genetic source code of all Space Marines, and the foundation of Cawl's Primaris technology.

But what did Cawl mean by giving him this?

Zhou Yun couldn't think of any use the Primordial Blood Stack had for him; he wasn't an expert in genetics.

"You really know everything." Cawl praised devoutly, then signaled Zhou Yun to look in another direction: "But what I hope to show you is another thing."

Zhou Yun looked in the direction Cawl pointed; it was a metal platform, on which were placed several weapons and armor.

A sniper rifle, two short knives as black as night, a jetpack that had undergone a lot of modifications, and a set of power armor as black as raven feathers.

Zhou Yun's eyebrows twitched slightly.

"I found him when I was recovering the Primordial Blood Stack."

Cawl said softly, walking toward the metal platform:

"In a hidden space station in the solar system, he was hiding in the shadows, existing in the form of hibernation, tightly holding the Primordial Blood Stack."

"At that time, his body functions had almost completely lost, almost dead; even I could not make him exit the hibernation state alive, so I could only store him here."

With Cawl's operation, the metal platform slowly rose, and a life-support tank appeared before Zhou Yun's eyes.

Looking at the figure in the life-support tank, Zhou Yun's mouth couldn't help but curl into a smile.

"But I think you must have a way to make him live."

Cawl noticed Zhou Yun's expression, knowing that his gift had successfully pleased Zhou Yun, and his mood was very good:

"You must be able to wake the sleeping raven and fulfill the duty of mourning again."

"... Hahaha."

Zhou Yun laughed out loud; he really didn't expect that Cawl actually had him in his hands.

"Cawl, this gift of yours truly pleases me."

Zhou Yun stepped forward, reached out and placed his hand on the cold glass outer wall of the life-support tank, looking at the figure floating in the life-support tank, with pale skin and black hair like night...

"This is, a genuine legend."

(End of chapter) ===== CHAPTER 452 =====