Chapter 6 Damn! Big Loss!

If the Astartes warriors represented by the original body are at the extreme end of the physical side of the imperial force spectrum, then the supernatural side is naturally the psykers represented by the Imperial Prime Minister Malcador.

Then the Gray Knights' tactical positioning is to take the best of both worlds.

A qualified Gray Knight often possesses both a strong body and iron discipline that surpass the average Astartes, and a will that is firmer and pure than a psyker. Therefore, when the subspace creatures headed by Chaos Demons challenge the physical universe, in the worst combat environment, the most critical battle, and even the most desperate situation, sending a team of Gray Knights is the key to turning the tide of the battle. The only way to win.

The Lady had had few and by no means pleasant encounters with the Gray Knights while serving in the Ground Forces. Putting aside the shallow emotions, the Gray Knights are indeed a respectable force in terms of the interests of the empire.

The pickiness and difficulty in recruiting Gray Knight personnel is no secret among officers of the Black Ship Lady level. So when Calvin, whose physical condition was similar to that of an aboriginal in the wild world, was brought together almost unprecedentedly with his mature will and spiritual talent that could only be born in the church world or even the intellectual world, the lady first thought of them.

It is the lady's usual style to keep public and private affairs separate. Putting aside personal grudges and speaking solely from the perspective of duty, the Gray Knight's situation deserves the best seeds.

So the lady wrote the last stroke on the parchment without hesitation, and then carefully put the document into an α-level document bag with a bright red confidentiality seal. Ring the bell on the corner of the table. The clerk who heard the summons nodded at the documents on the table:

"Priority α, sent to Rhea. The contact code and confidential authorization code are received in my office and I will write them myself."

The long subspace journey was about to pass halfway, but on the other side of the black ship, Calvin, who was still sleeping, encountered some unexpected troubles.

After absorbing all of the witch's psychic energy and a considerable portion of her soul fragments, the black gem, which had been silent for 23 days, was finally digested and began to "feed back" to his physical body.

Stable and powerful psychic energy fluctuations were faintly emitted from the black gem, located right in the center of Calvin's brain core. Apparently, Black Gemstone, who had been deliberately silent for 14 years while waiting for his physical condition to mature, had lost patience and began to try to transform his "living environment." Calvin's body also began to respond to this command from the center, and spontaneously mobilized the body's nutrient reserves to begin supplying this "vast project" that had just begun but did not know how it would end.

As a result, an embarrassing situation emerged where only Calvin's consciousness was injured. Severe periodic pain woke Calvin up from hibernation. Excessive secretion of hormones, rapidly rising body temperature, and even the critical energy reserves of various parts of the body alerted him.

Struggling to stand up, Calvin saw himself in the mirror opposite the bed, his flesh and bones. After losing muscle support, the loose skin folds hung on the thick frame, like a scarecrow used to scare birds in the fields. The bloodshot eyes in the deep sockets and the cheeks sunken into the cheekbones, and the face of a hungry ghost reminded him of the strongest feeling at the moment:

"I'm hungry!"

He desperately craves energy intake, whether solid or liquid. After roughly picking up the water glass on the table and drinking it down in one gulp, Calvin looked around and discovered a terrible problem: this body was still in the development stage, so the so-called half-grown man would eat him to death. Not to mention a half-grown bear? Due to his strong appetite, Calvin always eats as much as you give him, and he has never had any habit of storing food.

The pain is getting worse and worse. What does transformation mean? What are the benefits of success? Calvin now had no time to think. But his instinctive fear of failure made him no longer hesitate, and he struggled to snap the red emergency button next to the bed.

He lay down tremblingly while holding on to the bed, waiting for the arrival of medical rescue. After using his last will to grab the tag with his identity and blood type in his hand, darkness enveloped Calvin's consciousness...

"I'm sorry, sir, am I the first time traveler to be killed by myself?" This was his last thought before he fell into coma.

In the quiet subspace, on the bridge of the Mariachi. The personnel on duty who discovered the abnormality activated the rescue mechanism. After the medical team and security forces ruled out the possibility of subspace contamination at the first opportunity, they transferred the unconscious Calvin to the life-support cabin for rest.

"The fluid parameters in the tank are abnormal! The electrolyte content dropped rapidly!" the medical team staff reported to the person in charge.

"One more standard unit, no, three more." The person in charge wiped the sweat from his head and glanced at Calvin floating in the transparent green tank. He turned around and asked:

"How many times?"

"5 times in 10 minutes, a total of 20 units, do you want to give up?" the crew member on the operating table said without raising his head.

"Report the situation to the lady, we don't have the right to decide on the goods."

Three minutes later, the red communicator in the lady's office representing emergency situations was connected. After briefly understanding the basic information, the lady ordered without hesitation:

"Guarantee the energy supply of the target person. Also notify the psychic assessment team that we may need their help."

The lady who hung up the communicator thought for a moment, grabbed her regular coat hanging on the back of the chair, and walked out the door. Decisions must be made at the front lines of the battlefield, the closer the better. This is the experience of a 300-year veteran.

In the medical cabin, three high-level psychics from Xingyuting were all present. Under the supervision of the lady, they conducted a detailed psychic perception of Calvin in the tank:

"It's secondary development."

After a brief communication, the three psychics spoke categorically to the lady.

"Although it is rare, the comprehensive physical index and heat distribution map, as well as the target's psychic fluctuations, this is indeed a typical secondary development."

The lady did not understand the overly technical vocabulary in the field of psychic energy. She just wants the fastest and most effective advice.

"What's your opinion?"

"Observe or destroy. Secondary development of psychic energy is very rare, and has a very high possibility of mutation. Considering that we are currently sailing in subspace, my suggestion is to destroy it on the spot."

The psyker from the Home Office gives his verdict.

The other two psychics did not make other suggestions due to certain concerns. After the psyker from the Home Office finished speaking, the entire medical bay fell silent. The lady also folded her arms habitually and began to pace unconsciously in high-speed thinking.

After walking a few steps, the lady turned back to the people in the room and said:

"A beta-level psyker, don't we have the ability to deal with it when the mutation starts? This is not the right way to deal with it."

The three psykers had no objections. The lady saw this and said:

"If we want to help him, what should we do?"

"Maintain the current electrolyte input and increase the medical agent with a gamma value of more than 5%. The higher the content, the better. That is what he needs most now. But this price may be too expensive..."

After a few seconds of silence, the psychic from the navy finally couldn't help but speak.

"Okay, how many medical agents do we have that meet the standards?" The lady turned her head and aimed her fire at the medical staff.

"There were no huge casualties on this voyage, so the rations for you and the entire base team are three times the number of people. The number is currently full. The rations for the three psychic mentors are also still there..."

The medical doctor, who felt something was inappropriate during the words, decisively chose to shut up when he saw the unkind look in the psyker's eyes from the Ministry of Internal Affairs. But it was too late.

"Then give it all to him!" The lady waved her hand to stop what she was saying and continued:

"I want to see if he can handle 156 servings of gamma potion!" After saying that, the lady turned to the clerk and gave the order:

"I order! The second Cassin team of the base team, no, the Aldrin team is finished repairing! Get to the medical cabin as soon as possible and monitor the target's activities throughout the process. Until the target's secondary development ends or mutates, the nun team has full authority to handle this incident ”

After saying that, the lady turned and walked outside the cabin. Completely ignoring the ugly look on the psyker's face from the Ministry of Internal Affairs. Inside the green tank, Calvin, who knew nothing about this game, was still sleeping in a difficult struggle with himself.

Three days later, after consuming a full 150 gamma potions and 500 electrolyte potions, Calvin finally regained his original muscular body after receiving sufficient material supplements. His various physical signs also gradually stabilized after the initial surge. Not only that, his height also grew from 190cm when he first boarded the ship to 210cm in a short period of time. Broader shoulders and thick collarbones make his upper body wider and wider, and instinctive adjustments during the growth period also make his body closer to the golden ratio.

More importantly, from the resonance fluoroscopy machine, one can clearly see that Calvin's brainstem is located to the left in the center, and a leaf-like gland that has never been seen before has grown from scratch and developed little by little in three days.

A completely tilted growth direction to the left is like leaving a symmetrical position for another leaf. The veins attached to it periodically expand and contract with the surge of blood. The medical staff assessed that the function was unknown and it was a benign mutation. The nuns also witnessed the entire process and could guarantee the purity of this mutation.

At this time, Calvin was like a statue of the sleeping god of war, quietly floating and sinking in the green tank with his breathing.

After another four days, Calvin, whose brain wave consciousness gradually became active, finally woke up with a deep breath. When he opened his eyes, what he saw was his old acquaintance Aldrin and the man standing aside who was commenting on his body in sign language. Cassin.

So Calvin, who was exposed in front of the opposite sex for the first time in his life, his first thought after waking up was: "Gan! Is this a big loss for him?"

The spaceship framed in black ebony is still sailing silently in the subspace. But just like its name, no matter how far you wander, it will eventually come to an end.

The throne is up! Please every comrade who passes by to vote for me. Your support is related to the future of Saturn V!