Warhammer: Lord of the Endless Monster Horde [20]

"Alright! Young daughter of the Emperor now takes me to see the captain of the Space Marine! I believe he will be able to confirm my identity."

The method of verification was quite simple—he just needed to take down a fully armored Space Marine with his bare hands.

"Understood! I-I'll take you there right away." Elena took a deep breath, trying to calm herself.

Seeing this, Rhodes was speechless. Were all the 40K girls this easy to tease?

A little playful teasing and she was already blushing! If that's the case, then he was going to have some fun.

"Mr. Rhodes, perhaps you should change your clothes first. Your current attire is somewhat… inappropriate," Elena glanced at Rhodes and suggested.

His height had suddenly increased from 1.75 meters to 1.95 meters—a whole 20 cm growth—with his muscles bursting with power.

At this moment, the clothes Rhodes had been wearing had been torn into mere rags.

"You can wear an Astra Militarum uniform for now," Elena said, moving to the corner of the cave and opening a container.

She then took out a set of Astra Militarum fatigues and handed them to Rhodes.

Rhodes reached out to take the clothes, showing no hesitation at all as he began changing right in front of the young Hospitaller.

"Sister Elena, do you still want my gene seed?"

"Yes! After all, your gene-seed is extremely valuable."

However, if everyone survived, she would not be fortunate enough to receive the gene-seed of a Primarch.

"If you want my gene-seed, no problem, I can give it to you, but I don't like using alternative methods.

If you want to take my gene-seed, you'll have to do it the traditional way—the most traditional way of humanity." Rhodes, now shirtless, stepped up to the Hospitaller, gently lifting her chin with his fingers.

"You—I, I—this, this…!" Elena was now stammering in response.

Using medical tools wouldn't work? He wanted her to take it the traditional way?!

Wouldn't that mean… wouldn't that mean… that he was… asking for that?!

No! No! That wasn't the point here!

Stupid Elena, what are you even thinking?!

"Don't be shy! Didn't you say it yourself?

Everything is for the great Emperor. We must sacrifice for the Imperium. If necessary, I'll make a sacrifice tonight—my entire gene-seed will be yours. Take as much as you can handle," Rhodes whispered as he backed the young Hospitaller into a corner.

"If… if you are half a Primarch, then I… I wouldn't be able to withstand the blessing of your gene-seed," Elena turned her face away, pressing herself against the wall in embarrassment.

At this moment, she felt as if her heart was about to jump out of her chest, and her face was burning red.

A Primarch's gene-seed—ordinary human women couldn't handle it. Only carefully selected Astartes aspirants could receive a Primarch's gene-seed,

Transforming into mighty Adeptus Astartes—the Emperor's Angels of Death.

"Who knows? Maybe you can handle it," Rhodes smirked but chose not to continue teasing the adorable Hospitaller. It was best to stop before it became too much.

Unlike the actual gene-forged Primarchs, Rhodes had been enhanced by a monster system, which was fundamentally different.

He could leave behind descendants—he had confirmed this with the system. His human genetic makeup hadn't been altered, only strengthened.

Once Rhodes had finished dressing, Hospitaller Elena led him out of the cave toward the commander's position at the mountain summit.

Since he was wearing an Astra Militarum uniform, no one stopped him along the way.

However, many Guardsmen curiously eyed Rhodes—this guy didn't seem familiar at all!

At the mountain's summit, the Astra Militarum Commissar, the regiment commander, the Adeptus Astartes captain, the remaining Space Marines, the Canoness, and several Battle Sisters had gathered to discuss the situation regarding Red King.

The Tyranid swarm had gone from being the aggressors to the ones fleeing. It was clear that the Tyranids had realized King Red was absorbing their biomass to evolve.

This essentially made King Red a competitor in the swarm's food chain. To prevent him from growing stronger,

The Tyranids were now frantically retreating. Even the Hive Fleet's extraction tendrils, which descended from the sky to harvest biomass, were being attacked by King Red.

Since those tendrils couldn't move like the swarm itself, King Red had already destroyed several of them.

The Tyranids were incredibly fast and could fly, so King Red could only kill a portion of them during pursuit. His ranged attacks were lacking.

Thus, Rhodes had ordered King Red to focus on attacking the Hive Fleet's descending tendrils, using his monstrous strength to tear apart the appendages extracting biomass.

By destroying these extraction tendrils, he could also absorb Tyranid biomass himself, gaining system credits in the process.

With the Tyranids now fleeing, the humans found themselves in a brief moment of respite. The swarm was scattering, and there were even signs they might abandon the planet altogether.

In just a few hours, large numbers of high-tier Tyranid organisms had already withdrawn to the Hive Fleet in orbit, leaving only expendable cannon fodder behind.

However, Rhodes knew that as one of the galaxy's apex predatory species, the Tyranids wouldn't simply let this go.

This was merely the calm before the storm. The Tyranids would not give up on King Red.

Whether it was his immensely powerful monster genes or his ability to absorb and convert biomass, the swarm craved them.

At that moment, a Sister Scribe was quietly recording everything. When she noticed Elena, her expression shifted in surprise.

But upon seeing Rhodes, her face showed clear panic—she even seemed a bit frantic.

Damn it! Hadn't she told Elena to keep this guy hidden?!

Why had this foolish girl brought him here?!

"Honored Astartes, Canoness, I have an urgent matter to report!" Elena stepped forward, bowed, and spoke.

"Sister Elena, what is it?" The Canoness looked at her with a puzzled expression.

"Canoness! This… this man, Mr. Rhodes, his identity is rather special…

He is half a Primarch, possessing terrifying strength. I believe everyone should be made aware of this."

The moment those words left her mouth, the atmosphere became awkward. Everyone thought they had misheard.

Nearby, Atoria had her mouth agape. She had assumed Elena was about to reveal Rhodes's pure human genetics.

But instead, she called him half a Primarch?! What the hell?!

"Elena, this is not the time for jokes," the Canoness said, frowning.