The Emperor’s Angel of Death

Latest website: Jacob lay on the operating altar. He looked up and saw the pharmacist's pale face from the long absence of sunlight. He could hear the muffled work of nearby machines, the strange chants of the machine servants, and The occasional scream or howl, or the sound of a scalpel cutting into the body.

The table below him was covered in his clotted blood, the smell of it rushing into his nostrils along with many chemicals, fingers fidgeting uneasily on the metal handles on the edge of the operating table.

Then he took a deep breath to keep himself calm.

After the chapter returned from the battlefield of the platoon, they finally began the transformation operation as the fourth batch of recruits of the chapter.

First, the pharmacists performed a lot of strange medical rituals on him, and then everyone was put into a lot of technology engines to scan, the pharmacist poked him with the induction device, put a induction helmet on him, and connected the surveillance on the limbs. patch.

Before that, their food had been changed to some kind of synthetic with a strange chemical taste from many drugs, but he guessed that these things were for his own good, so he wasn't worried.

And it's no use worrying, because he knows that everyone lives completely under the mercy of fate.

At least he's alive, but not all the candidates.

Many, many friends of his, the boys from Armageddon, will never return.

Some call the group of fallen soldiers orphans taken from Armageddon by the astral knights "Orphans of Armageddon," but he prefers the term "sons of Armageddon."

Soon, Jacob forced these distracting thoughts to the back of his mind, and he didn't want to think about it anymore.

After an early transformation, his body has become the perfect fusion of genetic technology to move on to the next step that makes him one of the Astartes.

He's ready to plant what they call a gene-seed.

Death or sanctification, that's all that remains.

Jacob took another deep breath, trying to stay calm.

He doesn't like it instinctively, hates being bound, imprisoned, and dictated by the will of others.

But now he can't do anything about it.

When he turned his head slightly, he saw a pharmacist approaching, holding a glass with both hands respectfully, in which was a meatball with many warts and tissue tubes protruding from it.

At this time, the chants of the surrounding servitors became louder and more rhythmic as the Apothecary approached.

That's the gene seed.

Jacob remembered what he had learned in the previous few weeks, the most important component of all Astartes that would allow him to continue transforming into a full superman.

Although it looks hideous and terrifying on the outside, it is really a sacred thing, this **** flesh was born from another glorious Astarte, and it is also related to the gods who were made Primarchs in ancient times. contact directly.

Jacob was excited to think that soon he would have a part of God in his body.

The apothecary moved closer, and Jacob felt a needle pierce his arm, which felt like a sword stab to his heightened senses.

After a brief moment of pain, the icy cold flowed into his veins, spreading from where the needle had been pierced.

It might be an anaesthetic, but it doesn't seem to be because the priest said they wouldn't look at narcotics when they reformed, and that could have adverse effects.

After a while, he was relaxed and numb, feeling as if his body was a distant thing, and his soul seemed to be floating on a frosty cloud, watching what was happening to his body.

Soon, he felt his skin start to tremble, a slight pressure appeared on his chest, and the pharmacist reached out and cut him with a saw.

In an instant, the muscles separated and the blood flowed out.

Jacob doubted that even a slash with an axe could be worse than that, but he felt only a little discomfort now.

Finally, he saw the apothecary make a complicated gesture over the container holding the gene-seed before pulling the mass of flesh out with an armoured hand.

The gene-seed made a strange sucking sound as it was put into his chest, and it began to connect to his nerves, blood vessels and muscles.

This strange feeling was unlike anything he had ever experienced before, like a living thing crawling in his chest.

He imagined tentacles sticking out of the thing, blood vessels growing like roots in seeds, nerves connecting to his own.

The next second, images filled his mind as another needle stabbed in, and the pain began to flow through his body, beyond the cold, and his consciousness plunged into the dark abyss.

The last remnant of his consciousness was an echo.

Sure enough, it's not an anesthetic—

a few days later.

Jacob knelt in the meditation room, feeling better now, no more discomfort in his chest from the gene-seed.

Although it had only been a few days, the scars from the ritual had begun to fade, and he felt only slightly sensitive when he touched the soft spots.

He found himself probing with his fingers every day, like a man licking the cavity of a fallen tooth with his tongue, and he still could hardly believe that these scars and soft spots were marks of the Emperor's favor, but he knew it must be It is so.

He then pushed those thoughts away and focused on the podium.

The priest stood in front of the candidates again, coaching them to start the ceremony, and Jacob cleared his mind as he had learned and began to meditate on the strange prayer.

He felt himself relaxed and reached for the Knowledge Crown, a strange ancient thing made of brass and steel, connected to the Knowledge Engine by cables of brass and glass.

The priest told them that this crown of knowledge was the first time the chapter had used it for new recruits. It was a very advanced and efficient device. It was connected to a huge machine that recorded all the history of the chapter, and many more ancient. s story.

In fact, these are ancient equipment that has just been brought out from the Legion's flagship~www.wuxiaspot.com~ in the past and was used for rapid recruit training, which is very different from the existing brainwashing equipment. Soshyan also decided after much thought. Put in trial.

By donning the tiara, knowledge can flow into the recruits' brains at an extremely fast rate, faster than anyone can memorize by ordinary means - saving them a lot of time spent in the library.

Jacob found the process to be both terrifying and miraculous, and knowledge emerged after the crown was put on and the priest said the correct prayer.

Not only in the form of words and memories, but also sound images and emotions.

He felt like he was being drastically altered by machines, but he didn't care: the knowledge was worth the price.

Jacob has learned so much in just a few days, and that in itself means a lot.

And the more he learned, the more he understood the Space Marines, the more he understood the Chapter, and the more he wanted to truly be one of them - but it obviously took time.