Hammer 40k: Far East Storm

After preaching for three days to the warriors, Pastor Martin gave them a three-day holiday. Three days later, the warriors walked into the transparent round tank, and the transplantation process was handed over to Mechanical Priest Bell and his mechanical slaves.

When the warriors entered the culture tank, they would fall into a deep sleep in the special culture fluid, and the genes of the carefully selected ancient heroes would be injected into the warriors' bodies. The warriors would experience a long dream in the deep sleep, which was a dream about war, glory and protection. When they woke up, it should be half a year later.

If they were unlucky, the ending of this excellent warrior would be very sad. They would either lose their mind and self because of the dream of fighting and become madmen who only know how to kill, or their bodies would not be able to withstand the huge power of the gene original body and the great emperor in the genes, causing the body to mutate and become a monster that is neither human nor ghost, or because they could not withstand the long-term memory, they would become idiots who could not even take care of themselves.

If all goes well, then in the next six months, the ancient and powerful genes will initially merge with these warriors. Although the warriors will suffer some pain, in the process of suffering, all aspects of their lives will be greatly improved. They will gain combat experience that has been passed down for hundreds or even thousands of years. They will gain many talents, such as being able to easily learn various firearms and become excellent shooters. They can quickly learn various professional skills such as blasting, assassination, and driving. In short, as long as the fusion goes smoothly, they can transform from a mortal warrior into an extraordinary hero, a legend, and a member of the Interstellar Marine Corps.

And after that, they will continue to train to make their bodies and genes more compatible. Their bodies will undergo a third development, and there will be more painful and even terrible operations waiting for them. They will be transplanted with a second heart, their bones will be strengthened, and a stomach and a third lung will be pre-placed. In short, this is a process of turning a person into a non-human. A member of the Interstellar Marine Corps who has completed the transformation is no longer a human in the standard sense. They are heroic spirits that transcend humans and can only exist on the battlefield.

This transformation process will be very long. As far as Li knows, in the era when the emperor still walked the world, a standard Star Marine would undergo 19 or more body organ transformation operations, and the whole process would last at least 50 years, or even longer. Of course, in this era, it is impossible to completely replicate the surgical process of the past. On the one hand, it is because the time period for training a qualified soldier is too long. Once encountering continuous high-intensity battles, the speed of war damage will far exceed the speed of personnel replenishment. Therefore, only some powerful old Star Wars regiments can still complete this series of complicated steps according to the ancient tradition, and only these old Star Wars regiments have a relatively complete talent production process that has been tested by time.

On the other hand, it is the loss of technology. The Astartes are the top fighting force of the Empire. The transformation technology of the Astartes is naturally at the top of the Empire's technology tree. The entire Empire's technology is controlled by the Mechanicus, a group of religious fanatics who worship technology. Due to their extreme conservatism, the overall technological level of the Empire has gradually declined with the passage of time. In this case, the transformation technology of the Astartes has naturally been greatly affected. Many transformation operations that were once safe are no longer safe. Some habits have become traditions with the passage of time, and finally become a necessary ritual. Even many technologies have disappeared in the long river of time.

The Knights Templar naturally face such problems. Due to the time spent on the entire transformation process and technical reasons, the members of Li's Knights Templar have gone through the entire process and only need to go through thirteen operations. Twenty-five years is a full half of the standard time.

The physical functions of such warriors are naturally not as good as those of the old Star Wars regiments, but for Li's newly created regiment, this is the only way to go. Moreover, the battle competition is not only about the physical fitness of the warriors, but also about the people themselves.

Li returned to his room and changed into the lord's clothes. After handling government affairs, he summoned several high-ranking officers who were loyal to the lord. After completing these things, Li once again summoned the core members of his Star Wars Corps.

The first person to come to Li's room was Roland. He had changed into a standard set of uniforms for the Star Marines. Roland was wearing a set of silver power armor outside his body. The silver armor was as bright as new, and there was no decoration on the armor - this always made Roland feel very embarrassed. He had not participated in any major battles worth mentioning, nor had he won any medals. But even so, this set of armor is still Roland's favorite outfit. Even during the holidays, Roland was reluctant to take off this set of armor.

Wearing this set of armor, Roland, who was already as tall as a giant, looked a few points taller. Li in front of Roland was like a primary school student standing in front of an adult.

"You are the first one here. Sit down and wait. Be careful not to sit on my stool." Li's room has several quaint wooden seats that he got specially from Reach. The armrests of the seats are due to the With continuous use, it has become very smooth and comfortable. Li likes these old-fashioned furniture with a sense of time. Unfortunately, there are only three such chairs in total. As a result, Roland has already sat on one.

Roland shrugged his shoulders, pulled out an alloy steel chair without a care, and sat on it in a very standard military sitting posture. Then he said: "I am willing to squat down all three of your chairs and scatter them. You shouldn't care about those things, my lord. These are just some external objects. As an Astarte monk You should not pursue enjoyment in life. A life of luxury and enjoyment will corrode your mind and reduce your will to fight.”

"Huh? You've only been a Brother Astarte for a few days, and you're teaching me a lesson? You're not old, but your tone is not that young. According to the age of birth, I am your great-great-great-grandfather. There are more, what? The wings are hard, do you want to do it? "

"This..." Roland suddenly started sweating on his head. Once Li started to show off his qualifications and talk about seniority, there was really nothing Roland could do. Nowadays, the only person in the empire who can really overwhelm Li with his seniority is the sleeping one. The emperor in the golden throne. He could only explain in a low voice and carefully: "Sir, how can you say that I am guilty of the following? I am admonishing you. According to the Holy Code of Astartes, what you did is indeed wrong."

"Stop talking nonsense to me. If you keep nagging me, I'll leave you alone." Li waved his hand impatiently and said, "You regard the Astartes Holy Code as a treasure, but I don't think so. Although Pault is powerful, But he can't control me. We are not in the same system, so just listen to what he has to say. Besides, this book is just for you newbies. You can learn it yourself, which is fine with me. It’s useless.”

Hearing this, Roland almost gasped. The Paulette mentioned by Li was the author of the Codex Astartes, and the founder of the most influential Star Wars group in the Empire, the Ultramarines. , what is even more prominent is that Paul is also the son of a great emperor. Listening to Li talking about those legendary characters in such a nonchalant tone made Roland a little uncomfortable. This is just like when Li heard his classmates say in school in his last life: "Stalin, that guy from the former Soviet Union, I know that guy is very vicious. I'm relatively familiar with him, and we even had dinner together."

What's even more hateful is that Roland couldn't refute Li's words, so he could only keep silent.

At this moment, there was a knock on the door, and then the door opened. The tall Pastor Martin also put on a silver power armor. Behind him was a wide red cape, and a skull-shaped helmet was carried in his arm. He was neatly dressed. Pastor Martin looked both sacred and solemn, and his body, which was taller than Roland, was full of oppressive power, making people intimidated.

"Martin, you're here. Sit down first. Do you want something to drink?"

"Just plain water." Martin pulled out a steel chair and sat down in the center of the room.

Li took out a stainless steel rice bowl and filled a bowl of plain water for Martin. While handing the water to Martin, he asked: "Are my children okay? How are their mental conditions?"

"If you want me to evaluate it, it's very bad." Martin took a sip of water and then criticized unceremoniously: "Although it cannot be said that they have no faith in their hearts, in fact it is almost the same. You summoned them from the medieval world Some young people are better, they still have a sense of awe, but those so-called outstanding soldiers selected from the lord's guard are completely useless. Their faith is extremely weak, huh, they are simply arrogant and arrogant. . Commander Li, with all due respect, this is your mistake. You have been neglecting the construction of faith, but you must know that the Space Marines are devout warriors, and our faith in the divinity of the emperor must not be forgotten. Our martial arts skills are equally important.”

Li turned around, his back to Martin, he sighed, and then secretly rolled his eyes. Of course Li knew what he was doing, and it was true that he neglected the construction of his faith. The main reason was of course that he was dissatisfied with the things that the state religion did, and he was naturally disgusted with the things that the gods talked about. "Okay, you're right," Li's voice was full of sincerity, "This is indeed an oversight on my part, but you have to think about how much I have to do. The war group has just begun to be formed. This planet belongs to us. It has just started development, and everything is changing. It is inevitable that I will make some oversights. In this way, Martin, I will completely hand over the permission of the cathedral to you, and you will also set the rules for the spiritual beliefs of the entire team. But I hope you understand that our Chapter is still very new, like a baby, and you can't be too strict about many things."

"I understand, and I will make corresponding rules."