Hammer 40k: Far East Storm

Not only could he easily dodge attacks from any direction, but what was even more frightening was the terrifying attack from an instructor.

Li just walked around Sir Tygett in a circle. After he got out of the way, Sir Tygett couldn't stand and immediately collapsed to the ground. After checking, it was discovered that this Tygett from the Thirteenth Hall of the Tribunal All the bones in the Sir's body were torn apart, and he lay limp on the ground like a broken toy that had been taken apart, unable to move. For this Sir Tiget, who came from the Holy See, he was united at this time. It became a luxury to touch his open mouth, because not only the bones and joints of his arms and legs were separated, but also his jaw was removed. Fortunately, the weather was good. If it was raining, the young elite from the Thirteenth Hall of the Tribunal would most likely be drowned by the rain.

Compared with him, the white knight Lancelot was lucky. He was slapped and sent flying out. After a while, a huge swelling appeared on one side of his face.

It only took Li less than five minutes to make all twenty people in the yard lie down on the ground. Their injuries may be minor or serious, but without exception, all of them have lost their combat effectiveness.

It wasn't until he kicked the last person's leg bone with a sweep that Li stood up and took a deep breath. He straightened his clothes, looked around, and after confirming that no one else could stand up, he opened his mouth and shouted Said: "Martin!"

The burly Pastor Martin walked in carrying a medical kit, followed by several young priests in black robes.

"Captain," Martin said after saluting, "I'm ready."

"Then let's start quickly," Li pointed to Dulan, who was lying in a pool of blood. The poor giant ax warrior has now become a one-armed hero. One of his arms was used by Li Dulan in the battle just now. The ax was chopped down. "Go and treat this guy first. If you continue, the blood will drain out, but you will die. Here," Li said, lifting an arm with his toes and giving it a light kick. It was like a ball kicked in front of Pastor Martin.

Pastor Martin reached out and grabbed the flying arm. Behind Martin, the young pastors stepped back several times with pale faces. Martin turned back and glanced at these young pastors, frowned, and said sternly : "What are you afraid of? This is just a broken arm. This is a human body and the blood in a human body. There is nothing to be afraid of! Open your eyes and look at me." After finishing speaking, Martin looked at Li , then looked at Dulan lying on the ground, and asked: "Are you going to pick him up?"

"Yes, any questions?"

"It's not a big problem." Martin observed the incision of the severed arm carefully. "The incision is very beautiful and the break is clean. It should be able to return to its original state after being reattached."

"This kid is lucky. His ax is pretty good and he takes good care of it. Otherwise, I would have to call in mechanical slaves to help him attach a mechanical arm. A few of them over there," Li said casually. He clicked, "I removed their bones, do you know how to reconnect them?"

"Although I am not a professional doctor, I still have no problem dealing with wounds on this type of battlefield. Don't worry, leave it to me." Pastor Martin said as he walked to Duran, and he quickly opened the medical He opened the box and began to connect the arm. First, he gave analgesics, then stopped the bleeding, used steel nails to set the bones, and sutured the blood vessels and nerves. Pastor Martin kept his hands on his hands and his mouth was not idle. He softly chanted the holy words of the God Emperor, While quickly treating the wound, Li Zhan just stood aside and watched for a while, then walked away relieved.

At this time, in a two-story house outside the courtyard, sixteen old priests wearing red robes were watching everything with the same gloomy eyes.

They are the College of Cardinals of the Holy See, and they are also the actual control of the Holy See. The huge church operates based on the will of this group.

"This is simply a naked threat. These people are our best young warriors and the future of the Holy See, and that man actually treated them like this," an old voice said fiercely: "He was so cruel. It’s too contemptuous of human life.”

"He is indeed showing force, but if you look carefully, you will find that he is showing more than just force."

"What else? What is the Reverend St. Martin doing? Praying for the dying?"

"No," a voice said hesitantly, "He seems to be in therapy."

"Treatment! How is it possible? Dulan's arm was chopped off. We all clearly saw that with such a serious injury, he could only die."

"No, his bleeding has been stopped, and his broken arm has been reattached!"

"Oh my God, is this a miracle?"

"Not only does it possess absolutely powerful force, but it also possesses unparalleled medical technology! Is this a gift given to us by the holy emperor?"

"There is no doubt anymore. It is time to put aside hesitation. This is the time to offer loyalty."

For a moment, the room was almost boiling, and all the cardinals were exclaiming, and then all this joyful excitement turned into neat prayers.

For the first time, these cardinals felt the glory of the God Emperor so clearly.

When Li came to the site again the next day, the blood on the ground had been washed away, and the broken masonry had been removed and replaced with brand new masonry. Twenty soldiers had already lined up and were waiting for Li's arrival.

"Isn't this a cheap bone?" Li smiled, walked in front of everyone, and looked at them one by one. "After being beaten, you all became obedient. I thought you would hold on for a while, but you were smart and just admitted your defeat. Tsk tsk, it seems that you are still in a miserable state. Aren't you all injured? Why don't you rest for a few more days?"

I really want to rest for a few more days, but do we dare? Not to mention admitting defeat, if we don't behave, will we continue to be beaten? Duran gritted his teeth. Duran didn't want to guess what others thought. Anyway, he didn't dare to be presumptuous in front of this instructor.

Duran was really hateful and painful, frightened and terrified now. The hatred was buried in his heart, the pain was in his shoulders, and the fear was because he was close to death. Now his arm has been connected, the wound medicine was applied, and it was wrapped with gauze. Finally, it was fixed with a large piece of plaster. Due to timely treatment, the broken arm was saved. But even if it was treated by Martin, the best doctor in the world, the injury would not heal all at once. An arm was cut off from the shoulder, which is considered a serious injury. It will take at least three months to fully recover. If the arm wants to recover as before, it will take three years of recovery training.

Of course, for Duran, this is already a blessing from the Emperor of God. The axe was taken away, and he watched his arm being chopped off. At that time, he was really desperate. Such a serious injury and such a huge wound are really a death sentence for a warrior. There is no reason to survive. Even if he survived by chance, he would only have one hand left. At that time, let alone chopping people with an axe, it would be difficult to even use a hoe to farm.

But he didn't expect that this arm was saved in this situation. Duran couldn't imagine how Pastor Martin did it. In his opinion, this was a miracle. After all, Duran was just a warrior in the Middle Ages. The most advanced therapy he had seen before was "leech therapy", so he couldn't understand everything Pastor Martin did. In his opinion, there was no other reasonable explanation for all this except the explanation of the Emperor of God's blessing. Moreover, whenever Duran thought of Reverend Martin, his simple head was filled with respect and admiration for Martin. Apart from that, there was no room for anything else.

"Yo, look at you," Li smiled when he walked in front of the Throat Piercer Antali. He said rather viciously, "Why do you look like a fathead fish? How come your throat is gone after one day of not seeing you?" The Throat Piercer Antali squeezed out a bitter smile on his face. He opened his mouth, but could not make a sound. Antali's throat was swollen all over, and it looked like a small life buoy was put around his neck. It looked quite funny, but also a little scary. Fortunately, although the injury looked a little scary, it was not a big deal. It would be restored to its original state after the swelling subsided.

Next to Antali was Lancelot, whose face was swollen high on one side. The handsome white knight now looked quite embarrassed. One side of his cheek seemed to have turned into a balloon, and this balloon was filled with air.

Then there was the black knight Virgil, whose nose was shattered and his entire face became a small plate concave inward. If Virgil was sleeping in the wild and it was raining just now, he could hold a lot of water with his face. Of course, as long as Virgil boarded the Silver Wing, this minor injury could be easily repaired using the equipment on the ship, but Li thought not to tell him for the time being.

The female warrior Jomina from the past was fine, except for a bright red palm print on her belly. Although Li's palm yesterday sent her flying four or five meters away, it looked terrible, but it did not cause any substantial damage to her.

Sir Tigait looked good on the outside, except for his pale face. Obviously, the experience of yesterday, where only his eyelids could move as he wished, left a deep impression on him.

"You think you are powerful warriors from all over the world," Li said loudly while admiring the embarrassed look of the crowd, "You think that your strength is deeply rooted in your bones. You are the best interpretation of strength. You used to be very strong. You held a sharp blade and could dominate other lives. The 'life' or 'death' of others was just a matter of your thoughts." Li paused and continued, "But now, you know that your previous cognition was just a beautiful illusion."