Chapter 105: Nie Shangtuo Whispers to the Infirmary

Light.

For this group of life forms that began to evolve 4.6 billion years ago, the perception of light was a feature that appeared in the Cambrian period more than 500 million years ago.

So the perception of light is often a sign of some kind of restoration of consciousness.

White light pours down from above.

Imperial Fist's eyelids trembled. He felt that control of his body had disappeared from every nerve in him, and he couldn't even open his eyelids.

Something cold and wet smeared on Lysander's eyelids, causing a heavy feeling in one of his eyes.

His last memory included the gap in his power armor being pierced by lightning claws extending from the shadows. These vicious claws also pierced one of his heart and part of his lungs, and his stomach wall must have been scratched, because He felt the burning sensation of gastric juices flowing into his abdominal cavity and corroding his other internal organs.

There was also Shanto's expression of ecstasy that turned to surprise and anger, and the power ax he mercilessly tried to hack into Lysander's forehead at the same time - oh, it was the place where something was stuck now, maybe it was a solidified blood scab.

But before he lost consciousness, he still used his last strength to smash Dorn's fist into the disgusting and crazy face of the cruel and perverted Iron Warrior.

Damn the soothsayer, damn the traitorous crow!

His Lyman ears and sensory nerves are gradually returning to work, and he is beginning to judge his environment.

The Captain of the Imperial Fists found himself lying naked on some kind of cold stone slab - no, some kind of smooth synthetic surface.

Some of the moisture of the mist, and the smell of cold, disinfectant water began to invade his nasal cavity, and the memories of past spaceship crashes began to flash before his eyes as clearly as yesterday through the memories enhanced by the Space Marines.

The corpses of the Draven brothers who were taken away alive, cut in half when seen again, with their intestines hanging on the flagpole to show off as trophies, died in the nightmare of Devil's Reef when he came back for revenge, without any power or glory to fight back. The Scorapis brothers, as well as most of his comrades from the original elite first company, were losses that the Imperial Fists could hardly bear—

He was dragged into the anatomy room, the condescending ring stands, full of aliens and mutants, the scalpel and bone saw stained with blood, the bone saw cut open his skin with the alien's emotionless explanation, and let him His body was straightened and his spine was arched——

The double-edged sword almost reached the depth of slicing his throat——

"Look here, if we cut and remove the fused rib plates inside his chest," he heard the voice of the alien dissector in a trance, "we can see the entire modified organ system and genetic glands in his body cavity. , continue to cut, and you can still see the legendary gene seed, oh... yes, it is here, look, this is the important source that can give the space warriors all the unique extraordinary powers, and it is also the most powerful source in the galaxy. One of the most valuable and potential things.”

The cold and sticky fingers followed the muscles and skin, opening his muscle flaps inch by inch, and sawed open his chest bone plate with a round blade, exposing everything inside Lysander's body to the viewer's sight——

Then his memory in the darkness switched to being immersed in some kind of nauseating fragrance, and a voice that made him sick to the point of vomiting seemed to be talking to someone very close to him;

"Do you want to use mine? Of course, I'd love to...hehehe...cluck...how wonderful...I must admit...Hong...genius...blessed..."

The scent and heat approached him, and Danat Lysander tried to turn his head away in discomfort and unconsciousness.

The voice whispered, "Giggle... this time you will be willing to listen to more stories from me... Lysander..."

Then darkness engulfed his consciousness again.

White light pierced the darkness again.

The rage of revenge now filled Lysander's chest, and his eyes were bloodshot. With a roar like a dying beast, he gathered all his strength, roughly used his eyelid muscles, and struggled to hold himself up. they. The Space Marine's broad, muscled body struggled violently, trying to free himself from the handcuffs and shackles that imprisoned him. He had done it before, and he could do it again if he could -

"Pong dong!"

His unrestrained hands and feet kicked the lid of the medical cabin violently and suddenly, and then his whole body fell hard to the smooth floor of the medical room due to the unexpected feeling of failure and the momentary muscle imbalance.

Lysander couldn't stop coughing.

Then he propped himself up alertly. This was not the first time he escaped naked from the fortress and planet controlled by the Iron Warriors. Now that many of his powers have returned to his body, Lysander is ready to find anyone who can help in this devil's cave. He escaped from birth——

"Hey, I must say, old friend, it's quite pleasant to see you regain your energy so quickly." A voice, a demonic voice with a somewhat pleasant ending suddenly sounded in the room. .

In the blink of an eye, Lysander rushed to an empty medical cabin in one-fiftieth of a second. He was still holding the medical instrument he had just touched - it looked like a hemostatic forceps. He did not have time to find the scalpel. Such a sharp weapon, but this is enough.

He watched the situation outside with the bright chrome surface of the medical tray alertly.

Everything seemed calm and normal, too abnormally normal. The smell of disinfectant and healing potion swept across his nose again, and the captain's taste analysis nerves even reminded him that their ingredients were disturbingly similar to what he smelled in the sickroom of the Phalanx.

This was of course impossible, so Lysander thought it was necessary not to dwell on these chaotic contaminations, just to be firm in his heart and never waver, he said to himself.

He was in a medical room that looked quite advanced and clean and bright. The details that were different from the pharmacist's room he was used to were that there were few things like prayer candles, purity marks and cherubim here, but he still saw some equipment he could recognize, such as the meditator and the medical cabin, and the direction where the sound just came from was the door.

A tall figure with his entire head wrapped in some strange metal ball was standing there. Although he couldn't see the other person's face at all, Lysander knew who it was. He had engraved that disgusting tone in his mind. It must be Shanto, this lucky bastard who dared to appear in front of him at this moment.

"Lysander, old friend," Shanto said with a hint of obvious gloating and strange joy, "I'm glad you're awake. I came to visit you."

Visit? What? To see if he was cut open and his internal organs were taken out?

He turned the bright surface of the tray slightly to observe the weapons Shanto carried and the position he stood in, while tightening the hemostat in his hand.

Even if he would die here this time, he would send the warsmith who had committed many evil deeds and sins to hell.

The warsmith took another step forward.

Lysander saw that he was not even wearing power armor, but a hospital gown. Tsk, the Chaos traitor was still so hypocritical, but it was just a ridiculous painting.

"Lysander? My dear brother, don't hide, come out quickly, our medical officer hasn't finished your examination for today, you need more treatment. Hee."

The Imperial Fist couldn't help but shout, "You beast! Shut your mouth that should be rotten in maggots!"

"Oh, it's too rude of you to say that, but I will endure it for the sake of the master's entrustment here, tsk tsk." The disgusting thing shook his metal head, as if to step forward and pull Lysander out from behind his cover.

The wounded Lysander silently prayed in his heart, and he listened vigilantly to the movement outside.

Very good, take two more steps forward, no, one step...

Quack.

I was writing happily when I was caught to visit relatives for dinner ()

There is the next chapter, come back in the evening