Chapter 51 Bigger, Better, Greener

"Parogov! Here! This is the syringe you asked for!"

Along with the voice of the communication, a basket filled with special syringes floated over the busy servitors from the air.

Each of these syringes was almost as long as a mortal's forearm, and the transparent sedative liquid filled in the syringe was shaking in the syringe.

"Thank you, Julius, it really helped a lot." The pharmacist apprentice picked up one and gave it to the body of someone who was struggling restlessly. The latter quickly calmed down and was then inserted into the culture tank with a wire tube.

The newly prepared life-support fluid flowed in from the top of the culture tank, gradually filling the entire tank, and the injured Astartes inside was also suspended.

"The number of wounded was unexpected, and we had to use the experimental tank and culture tank. Fortunately, they were enough after adding them all."

Parogov sighed in his helmet. In order to facilitate the need for immediate surgery and transfer of organ tissues, the temperature adjustment here was set very low. If you don't wear a helmet, white gas will immediately frost.

The originally well-organized laboratory is now full of temporary medical pipelines like spider webs. On both sides are barely neat vertical culture tanks. In the blue fluorescent solution inside, various human remains with missing arms and legs or disemboweled bodies are suspended, which makes this laboratory look a bit... well... the style is quite in line with the concept positioning.

Of course, Parogov didn't have such an idea.

Master Hongsuo - the throne is on! Parogov was full of guilt and gratitude to his teacher - his teacher immediately connected himself to the Thinker Center as soon as he was awakened. After browsing the files so far, he immediately devoted himself to the rescue work of the predecessors of the regiment with a high enthusiasm of sacrifice. Parogov advised him to take a rest for a while, but he did not agree.

What a touching enthusiasm for serving the regiment and comrades.

The young pharmacist leaned against the door frame beside him, thinking while using his enhanced brain to take care of the patients in the room.

After the rescue, there were endless questions. He was thinking about how and what happened in the past few Terra hours.

According to Julius, when he finally arrived here, the situation at the scene looked very tragic, as if something rushed into the Destiny Steel from the gap in the warp and slaughtered a lot. At that time, he really thought it was the counterattack of a lingering Khorne demon.

The acting priest thought he was a step too late for a moment, and regretted that he could not stop it from happening.

Fortunately, he calmed down and began to check the scene, only to find that although everyone's wounds were very serious and many were located in the vital parts, they were a little short of strength. That is to say, if the attacker's strength, arms or weapon length were stronger, there should be only corpses and the only two living people left here.

Fortunately, they were almost there.

The only moment he saw with his own eyes was when Parogov knelt on the ground with his sword in his hand, and he used his psychic hand to support his friend before his friend's face hit the naked body of his friend's teacher.

Anyway, Julius described to him with a subtle expression how he used the psychic skills taught by Master Emmenute to float the people and their parts into the medical room.

And according to him, the only witness, the position where Parogov was standing at that time looked like "you attracted all their attacks by yourself, and you fought back in an instant."

It was impossible no matter how you thought about it.

Parogov raised his arm, opened his palm under the light, clenched his fist, opened it, and clenched it again.

It looked like an ordinary Astartes arm wrapped in the white armor of a pharmacist.

There was no strange size, nor any glorious and sacred bonus.

Did this hand really miraculously protect the teacher from the veterans who attacked collectively for no reason?

Speaking of which, their behavior was completely a rebellion.

Well, anyway, the teacher was fine and no one died. His duty was to save people first, and all the follow-up would be handled by the chapter leader, company commander and others.

——Although Master Hongsuo taught me swordsmanship, it is only mediocre... The teacher always complains that my survival rate is not high if I go to the battlefield like this.

——Also, what does Julius mean when he said, "Before you fell, when you saw me rushing over with my psychic field fully activated and holding up the Holy Word to praise the Emperor's name, you looked very, very unbelievable and angry, not happy"?

——But I really don't remember what happened after I fainted? But speaking of this, I do feel like I have overexerted my muscles.

So... since the equipment outside is seriously damaged, maybe there are other clues here for him to refer to and recall?

The pharmacist apprentice carefully checked the conditions of all the patients and the operating status of the equipment, and then walked to a corner of the room.

He turned on the Thinker placed there and started the monitoring playback connected to the sensor.

There was a crackling sound from deep in the brass alloy panel, and then it stopped with a harsh "click" sound and black smoke.

"What's going on?" The surprised young Astarte quickly stuck his head behind the Thinker to try to see what happened to the machine.

"Oh, I forgot to tell you, little Nilaydoa, the input port of the machine was contaminated by the leaked liquid before, so it will short-circuit immediately once it is started."

His master appeared at the door, and came over and patted his apprentice on the shoulder with his good arm.

"Sorry, Master Honsou, I don't know."

"You are always so serious, please be more relaxed, little Nilaidoa." His teacher even joked with him with great interest, "Am I some kind of monster who only eats young apprentices?"

His apprentice looked to think seriously for a moment. "No, Master Honso," he replied, "you are much scarier than that. The monster will not call me little Nilaidoa or sweet little Parogov."

The Potion Master burst into laughter.

——

[I told you, all of them are made into living macro-cannon shells. And volley out the next time they are used. 】

Perturabo said coldly, and with sharp eyes, Lamizane saw that the dog had opened the list and began to select his new officers from the recruits.

[I don’t need such independent and useless waste on my flagship. 】

"Ahem, Aharin, I think the hind leg muscles need to be rubbed a little more, and then the feathers should be trimmed neatly, remember to be gentle."

The Iron Warrior, who was half-kneeling beside the throne on the sofa, was obedient. Ahlin now replaced his Terminator armor with a set of Seiko MK4, because the Terminator could not perform more appropriate squatting and fine hand movements.

He was carefully holding the border collie's hind paws with one hand, and using the fingertips of the other hand to follow the muscle texture, he was doing horse-killing exercises on the dog's legs.

[If you think that letting my stupid son give me a massage will make me let go of other people, you are totally wrong. 】

"Well, after cutting, remember to use the yellow and black striped polisher to polish the tip of your nails. Be careful not to polish them to...oh, it's okay, you can't polish them to the blood line, just polish them."

[By the way, I left Honsou behind when making cannonballs. I praised him for being brave, careful, and non-conformist. 】

The border collie roared lowly, and the poor herald trembled again.

[But I didn’t let him do this disgusting thing of mixing that smelly, hard, rubbish gene into my great steel genes! Where did he learn this from? ! I will cut off his eyelids and pin him to the bow of the ship to face the warp hurricane! ! ! ! 】

"Keep combing, Aharin, hmm, it's none of your business."

[…I remember I warned you a long time ago not to use Fabius Bayer’s book as a teaching material…]

[I personally deleted and rewritten it! 】

[...Then we can only conclude that Honso does have something - a strange destiny in him. For me personally, this is better than him running back to me one day and telling me, my lord, I have turned five hundred worlds upside down, and now I am followed by more than a dozen companies of Smurfs - oh, to use the words here, The Ultramarines are chasing them and it's almost time to get better. 】

【Mortal opinion. If Honso can really do this, I won't be stingy with my reward. but! he! He actually mixed stones into the steel in my army first! I must……】

[Excuse me, did you not read his report at all? 】

[What I heard from the surveillance was enough to get him nailed to the bow ten times. What else? ! 】

[...Well, he said in the report that the spare tanks were actually individually cultured organs used for experiments, so in theory the possible impact would not be particularly large. He also needed to observe each sample for a long time. Maybe, just, bigger, better, greener...]

【Greener. ] Perturabo perked up his ears suspiciously.

[Stronger, I mean, stronger. ] Lamizane picked up the coffee cup, took a guilty sip, and then sighed contentedly.

[He also wants to observe each sample for a long time? ! ] Perturabo almost laughed angrily, [What does he think of me here? His private laboratory? ! 】

[Well, he said that now that he has experience, he can cultivate high-purity Iron Warrior gene seeds according to your requirements. But he needs a large number of samples, so he thinks this matter is quite feasible...the details are in the report. . 】

Bian Mu frowned, showing a gloomy and thoughtful expression, which made people want to rub his plush cheeks, but in the end he agreed, [Okay, let's see how he defends himself first. 】

[I knew, Pepe, you are the best puppy in the world——]

【I am not a dog! And don't make that Ogryn-like expression on my face, fear fucking eyes! 】

"Aharin, Aharin?" His father's surprised and brisk baritone awakened the herald who was still in his dream. The black-haired Iron Son turned his slightly dull face to one of his primarchs.

"Take that data pad - yes, the one that was thrown into the corner, take it over and put it... in front of the other me."

Gua…

It’s still a very painful day. Doesn’t this thing mainly attack the respiratory tract? Why is it still attacking old wounds? It’s so ungrateful.