Chapter 569: Brave, the Awareness of a Warrior

"Where are the people?"

Galvin's Thunderhawk landed on the landing deck, and before the rail train outside the deck cabin arrived, the Primarch tore through space and disappeared on the spot.

Fortunately, he had already said hello before, and the guards on the medical floor were not surprised.

And Calvin, who paused slightly in the twisted subspace and then identified the direction, also found the place to go, and tore the curtain of reality again neatly.

"Where are the people?"

Less than ten seconds from the last inquiry, and the owner of this question has walked from one end of the communication channel to the front.

The pharmacist with a mechanical eye nodded silently, and then led the Primarch to the inside of an operating room.

The airtight gate slowly rose in front of the Primarch, and the two strode forward and walked into the center of the isolation room;

The scarlet scanner passed over the two people, and the gate opened behind them slowly fell again.

Swish...

After waiting anxiously for a few seconds, the low secondary protection gate in front of him finally opened.

Without waiting for the pharmacist to take a step, Calvin slightly bent over and led the way into the not very spacious operating room.

What he saw was a chilling scene.

There was no blood, nor the expected bloodiness...

In front of the clean operating table, several white-armored giants were looking back after hearing the sound.

On the operating table they were gathered around, the blue power armor had been sawed open;

But inside the armor under the cold light, there was only a thin body covered with black scars.

"What is this?"

Calvin frowned, and instinctively smelled a curse in the air.

"Blight." The leading pharmacist tilted his head slightly, and a red light flashed across his eyepiece.

"Isn't it a shrapnel wound?"

Calvin had read the battle information of this Death Watch, and when he settled them, he also read the battle log recorded by the armor servo.

In his impression, Sura's injury was not light, but it was limited to organ damage;

With the configuration of the pharmacists of the flagship of the Silver Dawn Legion, this kind of damage is just temporary gene cultivation of organs, and subsequent replacement surgery...

It is expensive, maybe a huge sum of money for a small regiment, but for the legion, especially the newly born Grey Knights Legion, it does not even require a separate material application procedure.

"Subsequent infection..." explained the pharmacist who had been following him.

"He was unlucky. The cursed shrapnel suppressed his self-healing ability. The open wound caught up with the Chaos sacrifice on the ground.

... And it was..."

The pharmacist couldn't continue. At this point, he felt that the guy in front of him was too unlucky.

"Hiss..." Calvin took a breath and turned to look at the leader of the pharmacists: "Death Guard?"

"Yes, this is one of their iconic viruses, but the specific manifestation and qualitative are random. We discovered it a little late... In fact, this thing itself is also qualitative late..."

At this time, Calvin did not wait, but connected his servo with the data link of the medical layer.

As the pharmacist's explanation rang in his ears, his pupils also happened to pass by Sura's physiological indicators after the outbreak of the epidemic.

"45%? How did he survive?"

Calvin looked at the pharmacist in disbelief, and the latter nodded slightly to confirm.

It should be said that this unlucky guy also had his own luck in a sense;

That is, when the virus occupied 45% of his body tissues in just the first wave of outbreaks, he was able to survive and use the only half of his two hearts left to survive until Calvin returned...

Yes, half a heart.

Calvin looked up and saw that there was no human figure in the broken armor.

The chitin structure, which is highly similar to woody plants, crawled all over Sura's body like moss.

Under the layers of black and brown moss, his eroded limbs had no fat or even muscle.

The power armor that was originally of the right size, also reflected the outline of only the skeleton under the obvious size difference, and was still breathing slowly...

Can that be called breathing?

Calvin couldn't understand for a moment what kind of will allowed this man's lungs and two hearts to maintain their functions after being calcified by chitin.

But in Sura's opened chest, the thing that could not be called a "lung" was struggling to open and contract again with a slight cracking sound that made people's teeth ache, to feed the heart that was only half the size of a fist...

This saved even the transformation...

Calvin's heart ached for a while, because Sura at this moment did not even have the basic conditions for transformation.

His body was polluted into this form, and the flames from the order and the cells of the original gene were by no means life-saving herbs for him;

With the natural killing power of the two against chaos, this was no different from sending Sura to see the Emperor in advance.

"Where is the gene seed? Have you extracted it?" Calvin's voice regained calmness. Although he was heartbroken, the lesson he learned the most after coming to this world was to accept reality and then admit it.

No one is immortal, and this of course includes himself.

Calvin has already started planning for Sura's afterlife. The most important thing is how to make him return to his home planet with dignity after his death.

And for an Astartes, nothing can better prove the significance of his life continuation than the transfer and survival of his gene seed after his death.

Two gene storage glands, the first one is in the neck. Considering his years of service, there is no need to think too much.

But the chest cavity... Calvin looked at Sura's miserable condition and was really unsure.

The entire chest cavity was contaminated like this...

Can he still have seeds left? Even if he does, can he use it?

"Yes..."

The pharmacist's answer was far beyond his expectations.

Calvin looked up, his surprised eyes were almost undisguised.

And the pharmacist also received the question of the original body, raised his hand and pointed to the side of the operating table.

On the collection rack covered with inscriptions and blessings, a single-molecule dagger covered with blood and the gene seeds in the jar next to it were clearly visible...

Emperor! This is a ruthless man!

When Calvin saw the dagger, he vaguely knew the truth of the matter.

But when the pharmacist confirmed his guess in person, he couldn't help but take a deep breath.

"He should have felt it, so..." the pharmacist explained in a low voice, and several colleagues around him also listened quietly.

"So when the alarm was triggered in the observation room, he took it off first..."

"Uh..." Calvin felt a momentary blockage in his throat. He looked at the extra flesh and blood next to the dagger, and the scene at that time began to emerge in his mind.

In the quiet medical floor, in an inconspicuous room, an Astartes warrior glared at the moment he felt something strange in his body!

Then after a brief judgment, he took out the dagger that had not been taken away from his waist, and stabbed it from his ribs with a chilling sound of flesh cutting, and then...

Then in the huge pain that was enough to make him faint instantly, relying on his shallow knowledge of physiology, he operated the tail handle of the dagger little by little, stirring it deep in his chest...

This is really... a torture more cruel than death...

"I￥% # ￥%...!"

Calvin felt his blood vessels exploding, and his brain seemed to be washed by a high-pressure water gun against his forehead!

The huge anger and heartache made him almost unable to control his emotions.

The spontaneously agitated spiritual energy in his soul poured down like a bucket of ice water, making him more determined in his thoughts in the forced calmness!

"Save! No matter how much it costs, I must snatch him away for me!"

"But..." The pharmacist certainly had such a desire, but professional knowledge denied their enthusiasm.

"But the tissue mutation in his body is irreversible, and too much of it has been transformed into chitin, and even the basic circulation does not exist..."

"Then clone! Find his clean genes, even a little bit will do!"

Calvin promised the pharmacist that he would decide on this person even if it cost a lot!

"No, there are no completely clean genes, only those..."

The pharmacist's words made Calvin's heart sink again. Following the pharmacist's hand, he looked at the dirty flesh and blood on the collection rack again.

The dense blessings of the Silver Dawn were taking effect. The polluted flesh and blood over there clearly had a strange life, but it was tightly suppressed.

The black filaments kept trying to spread under the remaining tissues, and under the suppression of the hymns faintly coming from the surrounding bulkheads, those filaments always disintegrated themselves on the way of spreading...

"That's it!"

Calvin did not hesitate any longer, and did not care about the pollution in this piece of flesh and blood.

He looked around with a firm gaze, and then gave a decisive order:

"Carry him to the Silver Hall, and bring the gene culture tank! The entire gene cultivation process is done there..."

Calvin was already murderous when he said this, and said with a stern look:

"I want to see who can snatch people from my hands!"

Update, recently optimized the outline, and the brain is also being upgraded... There are a few updates, sorry sorry! I will definitely make up for it when my skills are upgraded!