Chapter 570 Surgery (Part 1)

Although he said so, Calvin was not confident in his heart. Genetic cultivation requires time, and Sura lacks this the most.

Calvin does not need to worry about the specific sampling and cultivation process of flesh and blood tissues, as these tasks are handled by the pharmacists;

What Calvin can do here is to use his power to suppress the supernatural power in the epidemic, buy time for the former's work, and be vigilant against the covetousness from the subspace during the entire work.

This matter is difficult, but it is not beyond Calvin's ability. But the key issue is that the success or failure of this rescue does not ultimately depend on their efforts.

It still depends on Sura. If he can't wait until the first pharmacist completes the work, then no matter how much they do, it will be in vain.

This is the law, the law of the real world.

Without a body to rely on, and no other roots like demons, the souls of Astartes are no different from mortals after all;

Without the intervention of external forces, they can only be like a wisp of smoke, helplessly disappearing after the body is declared dead.

As for the "return of soul to the Golden Throne" that they said thousands of times before their death, sorry, not everyone is lucky enough to be favored by the Emperor;

To be able to be received by the Emperor's power in a complete soul form, and thus ascend to the soul kingdom of that man and achieve eternal life...

And this is actually what confuses Calvin, because after all, the divinity in that man's body has not really prevailed;

So where exactly is His kingdom, and what kind of connection does it have with the real world, are also unsolved mysteries.

But this has nothing to do with this place for the time being, and Calvin did not expect the Emperor to show himself again in a short time after sending down a living saint.

So although Calvin's tone is firm, the success or failure of the whole thing actually depends on Sura's own will to survive.

So a long wait began.

The first day...

Calvin sat on the throne of the Silver Hall, and on the steps under his feet were the pharmacists' equipment and Sura's life support cabin;

The pharmacists silently gathered around the equipment, and their technicians also monitored the operation of other equipment.

The bionic organs that were urgently transferred temporarily replaced Sura's collapsed circulatory system. Especially after the artificial lungs were connected, this tenacious warrior finally stopped making suffocating groans.

The pharmacists allocated some of their manpower to closely monitor possible rejection reactions, and the remaining few people were not idle either, and turned around to start the real organ cloning and cultivation.

Calvin was not at peace here either. The work of the original body could not and would not stop, but was transferred to the Silver Hall with Calvin's location.

The battle on the ground was over, and the Grey Knights began to return to the warship in an orderly manner. And what followed was the appearance of the mechanical ark.

So, Father Fermat, who was no longer arrogant at this time, also left his mechanical ark with more enthusiasm than he had in the past few decades, and took the initiative to visit the Silver Dawn with a little and flattering attitude to explain to Calvin the next engineering plan of the mechanical ark.

Calvin certainly would not refuse, so he could only sit upright on the throne, under the attention of a group of Grey Knights, listening to Fermat's deduction of engineering and data.

In the quiet Silver Hall, other Grey Knights came to report from time to time, and several guards of the Imperial Army also appeared behind the throne of the Silver Hall at different times according to their own arrangements.

People from the Inquisition and the Imperial Navy also came, and more than once.

The former brought information about the signal stations around the Gothic Star Region, which was incomplete but still useful;

The latter made Calvin frown, because for well-known reasons, the naval superiors from Lucius, after joining Calvin's fleet, naturally targeted Commodore Cobb's fleet.

Engineering plans... information intelligence... disputes over the ownership of fleet command...

These complicated and fragmented things occupied most of Calvin's day. At this moment, he had to pay attention to supervise and urge the fleet's preparations to ensure that the next plan to go deep into the Gothic Star Region would not be delayed.

As for the daily training and prayers of the Grey Knights, and the daily affairs of the Tindalos Legion, Calvin really had no time to take care of them, and handed them all over to Sir Sutherland to manage.

Apart from key decision-making matters, Calvin no longer asked about the specific implementation.

Although the fleet's admiral Tibers was reluctant, he was still ordered to participate in it. This was also a compromise, using this veteran to add an insurance for the young commander.

People came and went in the solemn and solemn silver hall, because the original body moved the office location, adding a lot of popularity that never existed in the past;

And the purpose of these people with different appearances was also very consistent; they all served the huge figure sitting in the depths of the hall, under the screen wall.

Calvin listened to the information brought by these people, but his eyes never left the pharmacists in front of him.

The Imperial Truth leaned against the armrest of the throne, and occasionally a tiny electric current flashed between the golden and iron-gray colors...

The second day...

The first emergency organ was rushed and finally caught up with the progress of the operation. It was successfully implanted by the pharmacists in the early hours of the morning;

After receiving the support of this kidney, Sura, whose body fluid circulation improved, was finally able to continue to hold on until the other organs arrived one after another.

For a whole day, the entire fleet was ordered by the Primarch to not go to this hall filled with intensive surgeries.

The Primarch stared with his eyes wide open without blinking, and while paying attention to Sura's condition, he also looked at the corresponding subspace again and again.

There are really blind things that dare to come.

To be precise, although the soul of an Astartes is not extraordinary, it is definitely the best among mortals; and a hero among Astartes is even more fat meat in the eyes of these unborn.

If it were in the past, such a precious soul would never be their turn to make plans, but now that this piece of fat meat has been labeled as the Lord of Plague, no big demon has appeared.

Then these lonely ghosts can't help but covet Sura, and this greed that is almost overflowing into reality is absolutely difficult to suppress with their own wisdom before being shocked by another authority...

So, when Sura's organ transplant surgery reached the most critical moment, when the artificial heart was filled into his withered chest.

Sura, on the border of life and death, was at the moment when his old heart had gone but his new heart had not moved;

This infinite approach and withdrawal from death naturally attracted the greedy howls of countless demons.

They screamed and groaned.

The whispers of the warp almost broke through the protection of the Silver Dawn, and the frost marks that spread out of thin air on the steel floor proved how impatient these demons were to drag Sura's soul down at this critical moment...

And Calvin, who had been keeping quiet before, also got a confirmed answer from the pharmacists' eyes at the moment when the heart artery was connected.

The Primarch, who had been patient for a long time, finally stood up with a long laugh, then raised the long sword beside him, and then slammed it heavily into the empty air!

"Get lost!"

Pray for the compatriots in Gansu.