However, even though Alex had explained it in the most tactful way, Captain Galadon's reaction was as intense as expected.
The Imperial Fists Commander suddenly stood up, the servo system of his artificer Power Armor emitting a suppressed hum, like a beast poised to strike.
His iron-like face was taut, and his eyes, which had witnessed countless battles, stared directly at Alex, his voice like ice: "So eventually we will all be replaced? Just like how we Astartes replaced the Thunder Warriors back then?"
The air in the meeting room seemed to freeze instantly.
The other Captains tensed up in unison, the joints of their Power Armor emitting faint but dangerous metallic scraping sounds.
This blunt question was like a sharp blade, piercing through the calm facade everyone desperately maintained, exposing the deep-seated fear in their hearts—the fear of being abandoned by the times, the fear of losing their meaning of existence, and even more, the fear of repeating the fate of the Thunder Warriors.
Cawl's mechanical eye gleamed with calm light, and he responded steadily: "No, you misunderstood. The Thunder Warriors were flawed products that were eliminated, while you are perfect warriors undergoing enhancement."
His vocalizer adjusted to the most peaceful frequency: "Every active Astartes only needs to undergo one modification surgery to complete the evolution into a Primaris Space Marine.
This is not a replacement, but an ascension.
Your Gene-Seed, your Chapter traditions, and your spiritual will will all be completely preserved."
Galadon looked around at his colleagues present, seeing similar doubts on everyone's faces.
"Sirs," his tone softened slightly, but remained firm: "Could you elaborate on this plan? We have the right to understand this, which concerns the future of all Astartes."
When he sat back down, his artificer Power Armor collided with the ancient stone chair, producing a deep thud, as if putting a pause to his intense reaction just now.
"Of course, you should know," Alex immediately responded, his voice filled with unquestionable firmness.
His gaze slowly swept over every warrior present, his voice steady and clear: "We will explain in detail this important plan concerning the future survival of humanity."
Cawl gave Alex a helpless look, a complex emotion flashing in his mechanical eye, but he finally began to explain: "The so-called Primaris Space Marines originated from the foresight of the Thirteenth Legion's Primarch ten thousand years ago.
After the Great Rebellion, he foresaw that the Imperium would face unprecedented threats, and the existing Space Marines would be hard-pressed to cope with the increasingly severe challenges."
His mechanical voice was steady and precise: "Therefore, Lord Guilliman commanded me to find a way to enhance the Astartes.
After thousands of years of research and experimentation, the Primaris upgrade solution was finally born."
"So how exactly are the upgrades and modifications carried out?" Chapter Master Jolandiel's question broke the brief silence, asking the most urgent question in the hearts of all Astartes present.
Cawl's mechanical eye flickered, his processor rapidly weighing the method and extent of the explanation.
Seeing this, Alex immediately took over the topic: "By implanting three new artificial organs."
"New artificial organs?" Captain Tychus frowned, his pupils flickering with wariness and doubt: "Mr. Alex, could you please explain in detail?"
"That's exactly what I'm going to explain next." Alex nodded slightly, his voice steady and clear: "As is well known, Astartes need to undergo nineteen modification surgeries, implanting nineteen different artificial organs.
And Primaris modification is to add three brand new modification surgeries on top of the original foundation."
Captain Galadon leaned forward slightly, his artificer Power Armor emitting a faint hum: "Could you elaborate on the specific contents of these three new surgeries?"
At this moment, the atmosphere in the meeting room clearly shifted, and the expressions of all Astartes gradually changed from initial anger and suspicion to focused scrutiny and contemplation.
Their iron-clad bodies unconsciously leaned forward, showing an unprecedented level of attention to this topic.
Seeing that the atmosphere had eased, Cawl then took over the topic, his mechanical voice carrying a scholar's rigor: "The three new organs are: the Glandular Coil, The Chanting Lobe, and the Belisarius Furnace."
He brought up a holographic projection, displaying the structure of the first organ: "The Glandular Coil is a semi-mechanical construct, shaped like nerve bundles and living cables.
It actively integrates into the recipient's muscle tissue, significantly enhancing strength output."
The projection switched to the second organ: "The Belisarius Furnace will be implanted between the two hearts.
Its primary function is not to make the warrior grow to three meters tall—that is merely a side effect.
Its true value lies in the special repair factors it stores, which can be released instantly in case of fatal injuries, and combined with the existing Larraman's Organ, can even achieve a 'resurrection' effect."
Cawl paused, a hint of pride flashing in his mechanical eye: "As for The Chanting Lobe… this is a precious legacy derived from Gene-Seed Primarch manufacturing technology; the Emperor himself designed it, although I only have half of the design blueprint.
It can greatly strengthen muscles and bones, while also improving brain function—speed of thought, reaction ability, and tactical wisdom will all experience a qualitative leap.
Simply put, it can grant the Primaris Warrior some traits of a Primarch."
Alex keenly observed that with the disclosure of each technical detail, the facial expressions of the six Astartes Warriors underwent subtle yet significant changes.
The initially furrowed brows gradually relaxed, and astonishing light began to flicker in their resolute eyes, finally falling into deep contemplation.
These battle-hardened warriors had never imagined that the Emperor's creations could still have such groundbreaking evolutionary possibilities.
Inside the sealed meeting room, low murmurs rose and fell.
The warriors cautiously exchanged opinions, sometimes nodding, sometimes shaking their heads, each of them clearly aware that this decision would change the future of the Chapter.
After an intense discussion, Captain Galadon finally stood up, his artificer Power Armor gleaming coldly under the lights.
"Based on these undeniable technical justifications…" He paused, his voice steady and powerful: "The Imperial Fists are willing to accept the Primaris brothers."
His gaze swept over each of his colleagues, receiving silent support from their resolute eyes.
"In this perilous era," he continued, his voice carrying an unprecedented sense of urgency: "We need to gather every ounce of strength we can, no matter where it comes from."
This decision was by no means a hasty one.
At a time when the Imperium's territory was shrinking and internal and external threats were growing daily, every strategic choice concerned the continued existence of human civilization.
Stronger warriors not only meant a greater chance of victory but also represented the hope of continuing the Emperor's great work.
"This is truly excellent!" Alex's voice broke the brief silence, his eyes gleaming with gratification.
"In the future, an era when the Imperium is turbulent and the galaxy is in turmoil," he looked around at everyone, his tone firm and fervent: "All of us should put aside our prejudices and cooperate sincerely!"
This resounding declaration earned the heartfelt approval of everyone present.
Even the usually cautious Cawl showed a gleam of approval in his mechanical eye.
At this moment, warriors of different backgrounds and stances reached a rare consensus in the face of the greater cause of protecting humanity's future.
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