Infinite Metaverse

Fu Qihai was placed in an empty room of a fallen Space Marine next to Wo Kuotai.

A single independent rest cabin is a very high treatment in a battleship, and ordinary crew members have cabins for 2-4 people.

Fu Qihai was picked up by Wo Kuotai early on.

There is no concept of morning and night in space, but Fu Qihai just feels that he hasn't had enough sleep.

The sleepy Fu Qihai followed Wo Kuotai in the bright and narrow crew passage.

Wo Kuotai said as he walked: "According to the normal process of the Legion, hundreds of school-age boys selected by the Storm Prophet will undergo closed training for several years in the Legion Monastery, and only the top few with excellent grades will be selected as the accepted ones. Candidate for promotion surgery."

Wo Kuotai looked ahead with a serious face, and said: "I am not a person who likes bad rules and go through the back door. Now no one is competing with you, so you must be able to achieve the top three results in the past monastery before I will allow it." You participate in the promotion ceremony. Moreover, Master Quinto has a method to quickly cultivate super organs, and I will not give you two or three years."

"Within a year, you have to have the prerequisites to accept the transformation."

Fu Qihai asked: "Then what if I don't have it within a year?"

Wo Kuotai turned his head and smiled: "Then I'll give you an escape pod, throw you off the spaceship, and swim back to Cheslatan by yourself."

Fu Qihai swallowed, now it is light-years away from Cheslatan, is it okay to swim back with the escape pod?

As they walked, the two came to a gate with a danger warning sign written on it.

Wo Kuotai verifies his identity, and the gate opens.

Inside is a huge steel cage surrounded by all kinds of knives, guns, sticks and dark long-range weapons.

Wo Kuotai pushed Fu Qihai into the steel cage, and then pressed the button a few times, and the cage closed slowly.

Wo Kuotai said calmly: "Settings, minimum level of intensity, stop threshold: mild disability."

"start up."

As Wo Kuotai's voice fell, Fu Qihai instantly swept out an iron fist from the left side.

"Boom!" Fu Qihai screamed and flew out, hit the side of the cage and bounced back to the ground.

"Completed, mildly disabled." The emotionless electronic voice sounded.

Fu Qihai was still lying on the ground moaning.

Wo Kuotai twitched his mouth and said with a smile, "Too weak."

...

In the dining room of the frigate.

Wo Kuotai and Fu Qihai sat facing each other, Wo Kuotai crossed his arms, looked at Fu Qihai in front of him, and said:

"Your current stomach is still the stomach of an ordinary person, and you can't take supplementary food for space warriors, but it's always right to eat more to store energy."

Fu Qihai raised his head from a pile of rice and said with a bitter face:

"But I can't eat anymore, I'm so full."

"Continue to eat, you can only stop if I say stop." Wo Kuotai's emotionless voice sounded.

The mortal crew around looked at this from time to time, talking in low voices.

"I really can't eat anymore, it's stuck in my throat." Fu Qihai said with a mournful face.

"boom!"

Wo Kuotai raised his hand and pushed Fu Qihai's head into the pile of rice, the plate and the table were shaking.

...

After that, there will be day-to-day special training for the devil.

The training before promotion is more about physical exercise and mental willpower polishing, and more skill training and tactical learning after promotion. After all, space fighters have almost unlimited lifespan. As long as they can be promoted successfully, they have a lot of time can be used to learn military skills.

But even if it's just physical exercise and mental willpower polishing, judging from Wo Kuotai's strength standard, it is still enough for Fu Qihai to bear.

Under the continuous high-intensity training day after day, month after month, Fu Qihai has blurred the concept of time, could not perceive the passage of time, blurred his memory, and gradually forgot that he came from the earth in his previous life, and forgot that he was still alive. In the world of reincarnation.

During that time, the voice from the world of reincarnation never sounded again.

Thanks to the advanced medical technology of Warhammer World and the occasional care of Master Quinto.

No matter how Wo Kuotai tortured Fu Qihai the day before, he can recover the next day, but the painful memory will not dissipate with the recovery of the body, and it will still be imprinted in his mind.

Except for a brief subspace jump just after leaving the outer orbit of Cheslatan, so far the entire frigate still relies on the sublight speed engine to travel at "turtle speed" in the empty and vast space.

The boring voyage also gave Wo Kuotai a lot of time to torture Fu Qihai.

The criteria for screening Space Marine candidates vary from Legion to Legion. Some legions like to play Battle Royale, and the last ones are eliminated; some legions use a designated giant beast as the assessment target.

Fu Qihai could sense that Wo Kuotai also had obsessions in his heart. His behavior of recruiting recruits on the frigate did not conform to the rules of the empire and the legion, so he hoped that Fu Qihai was good enough to prove that his vision was correct.

Before I knew it, four months had passed.

training cage.

Wearing only a pair of training shorts, Fu Qihai, naked and bruised, stood in the center.

Bow your head, bow your back, panting.

"Drip - low-level strength, one hour, done."

An emotionless electronic voice rang above his head.

Wo Kuotai outside the training cage watched the tired boy and smiled with satisfaction.

He didn't tell Fu Qihai that the training cage is a training aid specially designed for space fighters, and even the lowest intensity level is not something ordinary people can bear.

Mortals are not allowed to enter the training cage at all, and the promotion and selection of space fighters in the past did not include the training in the training cage, and the top candidates of the so-called Legion Monastery did not enter the training cage before the transformation operation .

It wasn't that Wo Kuotai deliberately tortured Fu Qihai to death, it was because the conditions on the frigate were poor and there were no specially designed training facilities like those in the Legion Monastery, so he could only adapt to local conditions and try to give Fu Qihai a training cage.

Unexpectedly, he really persisted.

The tall Talar quietly appeared beside Wo Kuotai at some point, and looked at Fu Qihai who was panting and resting in the training cage together.

"Master Kunto said he was ready, but what about this child, is he ready?"

Wo Kuotai chuckled lightly and said, "Very good."

The strong man in the wheelchair continued: "This kid's basic physical condition is not bad, he has not been polluted by radiation, has no messy dark wounds, and has no weird drug addiction."

"This is quite rare for a slum boy from the lower level of the hive capital."

Wo Kuotai narrowed his eyes and said: "The most important thing is, don't look at him usually smiling with me, he has persisted in these trainings, his tolerance for pain, his mental willpower... …I don't know what's going on in Locke's head, but I know there's something holding him up, something I can't understand."

Talal was noncommittal, and said indifferently: "Everyone who can become a space warrior has a strong will."

Wo Kuotai snorted twice, and said, "He has other talents, you will see later."

As for Fu Qihai, who was sitting paralyzed in the training cage and breathing heavily, even though he was only a few meters away from Wo Kuotai and Talar, he couldn't hear what they were saying at all.

His black hair was wet with sweat and fell over his forehead.

His ears were buzzing right now, he couldn't hear anything, his whole brain was dizzy, and he could hardly think.

Fu Qihai, who had just been freed from the endless saturation attacks from all directions, almost collapsed at this moment.

This is his longest record.

After a while of slowing down, Fu Qihai finally raised his head to look at Wo Kuotai outside the cage.

Wo Kuotai nodded, indicating that he could come out.

Fu Qihai stood up unsteadily, followed Wo Kuotai out of the hatch.

Four months of high-intensity training has overwhelmed Fu Qihai's body.

Every organ and part of the human body has a different lifespan.

Excessive training and use can wear it out.

Fighters and soccer forwards are more likely to develop dementia after retirement, as are sprinters' knees, tennis players' elbows and basketball players' ankles.

But neither Wo Kuotai nor Fu Qihai ever worried about this problem.

Because once the promotion surgery is started, these problems will eventually be solved.

The transformation surgery of space warriors is not simply the transformation of artificial biochemical organs.

The transformation of artificial biochemical organs has appeared as early as the era of barbaric science and technology when the earth's warlords fought. The barbaric development of various uncontrolled genetic technologies brought a variety of transformation fighters to fight on Earth Terra in full swing.

Yet only the Emperor led his Thunder Warriors, unstable versions of the original Space Marines, to conquer and unify Earth.

It is rumored that the genetic modification technology of the space fighters originated from a transaction between the emperor and the evil gods of the subspace, rather than pure technological invention and innovation.

And legend has it that the Emperor finally played tricks on the evil gods of the warp. No one knows what the emperor promised the evil gods of the warp, but he did not fulfill his promise.

So the evil gods exiled the blueprint of the space fighters-the embryonic training cabins of twenty gene primarchs to every corner of the universe through an accident.

This is all for later.

What I want to explain here is: the transformation surgery of space fighters is different from the general transformation of biochemical organs.

In a sense, this is indeed a sublimation of the level of life.

...

In a dark and small cabin, there is a table and two chairs.

Fu Qihai was sitting two meters away from the table, and Wo Kuotai and Talar were sitting in front of the table.

"Ahem..." Talal cleared his throat with a dry cough, and said, "According to the normal procedure, the officials from the Military Affairs Department should be reviewing you now, but we..."

Wo Kuotai directly raised his hand and interrupted Talar, saying:

"Don't engage in those formalisms. I'm not interested in your life experience in the lower hive. I only have one question for you, Locke."

"Why do you know about the rebellion within the White Scars Legion?"

After asking, Wo Kuotai stared into Fu Qihai's eyes with burning eyes.

Fu Qihai thought to himself that it was finally here.

The civil strife in the White Scars is known to the entire legion. In addition to the mortal crew members belonging to the imperial military, there are also narrators from various worlds in the expedition fleet. They are civilians and do not understand military discipline and confidentiality regulations. It doesn't mean that the information about the White Scars civil strife has spread all over the world.

Communication between the Warhammer 40,000 universes is inherently difficult. Space warrior legions can only rely on the intermittent words of astropaths to communicate. As soon as Russ rebelled, the evil gods in the subspace set off a subspace storm, and the astronomical communication in the galaxy was almost cut off.

That day, Zouwo Kuotai didn't get anything out, so Fu Qihai knew that the space warrior would force him to ask him about the source of the information, but he didn't expect him to be so calm, and he didn't ask until now.

Fu Qihai took a deep breath and said:

"I dreamed it."

"Dream?" Wo Kuotai and Talar asked in unison.

Obviously not mentally prepared for this answer.

"Yes, believe it or not, I saw it in a dream anyway, and I firmly believe in what I saw in my dream."

Just open your mouth, believe it or not.

Wo Kuotai and Talar frowned and looked at each other, seeing what the other wanted to say from each other's eyes.

Psyker?

Wo Kuotai and Talar thought of this at the same time.

There are many types of psykers, and divination is one of them.

Wo Kuotai said in a deep voice: "Stinky boy, you'd better be honest and don't play tricks. This is related to whether you can participate in the promotion."

Fu Qihai shrugged, leaned against the back of the chair, and stopped talking.

It looks like a dead pig is not afraid of boiling water.

"The prophecy can see fragments of the future, do you think this is a prophecy?" Talar asked sideways.

"If it's a psyker, this matter is even more complicated... involving the Black Ship, the Navigator Family, the Psychic Academy, and the Legion's think tank..." After asking, Talal rubbed his chin and muttered to himself.

"..." Wo Kuotai knew what Talar wanted to express, he was silent for a while, and said:

"Didn't our navigator say anything when Locke got on board?"

Talar said: "That's exactly what I want to say. If Locke had the talent for psychic powers, Van Leer would have already spoken."

Wo Kuotai asked: "Is it because he is just an apprentice navigator, so he can't see it?"

"Who knows." Talal pouted.

Affected by the subspace storm, this navigator has not been effective for a long time. As a result, the Dagger has been unable to perform subspace jumps and can only sail at sublight speeds.

The communication and transportation of the human empire is very dependent on the subspace. The psykers of the human race are mutant humans who can communicate with the energy of the subspace. Psykers are not welcome in most parts of the empire because they are dangerous and uncontrollable. But there are two kinds of psykers, the astropaths communicated with all the planets and fleets in the empire's territory, and the navigators relied on the third eye on their foreheads to see the light of the Terra Astronomical Torch, guiding the fleet in the dangerous Asia. Navigate in space.

Seeing the two chatting in front of his face, Fu Qihai didn't open his mouth.

Countless lies are needed to complete a lie. The more you tell, the more mistakes you make.

The history of the White Scars Legion comes from the novels he read in his previous life, which is equivalent to a dream in this life, saying that what he dreams about is fine.

After discussing for a while, and asking a few more questions about Fu Qihai's dream, Wo Kuotai made up his mind and went according to the original plan.

He made a decision and said: "Don't worry about those sub-organizations. It's not sure whether Locke has psychic talent. This kid is ours now. The matter of psychic power will be discussed in the future when he meets Mr. Yasugai."

This simple political review meeting ended like this.

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