Warhammer: In the Name of Ashes

"Where are the people?"

Calvin's Thunderhawk fell on the landing deck, and before the rail train outside the deck could arrive, the original body tore through the space and disappeared.

Fortunately, he had already greeted him before, so the guards on the medical floor were not surprised.

And Calvin, who paused slightly from the twisted subspace and then found his direction, also neatly tore the curtain of reality apart again after finding where he wanted to go.

"Where are the people?"

It was less than ten seconds since the last inquiry, and the owner of this question had already walked from one end of the communication channel to the front.

The pharmacist wearing a mechanical prosthetic eye nodded silently, and then led the original body towards the interior of an operating room.

The air-tight gate slowly rose in front of the original body, and the two of them strode forward into the middle of the isolation room;

The scarlet scanner passed over the two people's bodies, and the gate opened behind them slowly fell.

laugh……

After waiting anxiously for a few seconds, the low secondary protection gate in front of him finally opened.

Calvin didn't wait for the pharmacist to take a step, bent slightly, and took the lead into the operating room, which was not spacious.

What caught his eyes was a chilling picture.

There is no blood, nor the expected gore...

In front of the clean operating table, several white-armored giants were looking back after hearing the sound.

On the operating table where they were surrounded, the blue power armor had been sawed open;

But inside the armor under the cold light, there was only a thin body covered with black scars.

"What's this?"

Calvin frowned, instinctively smelling some kind of curse in the air.

"Blight." The leading pharmacist turned his head slightly, and a red light flashed across the eyepiece.

"Isn't it a shrapnel injury?"

Calvin has read the battle information of this Death Watch, and also read the battle log recorded by the armor servo when placing them.

In his impression, Sura's injuries were not minor, but they were limited to damage to his organs;

Based on the apothecary configuration of the Silver Dawn Legion flagship, this damage is nothing more than temporary genetic cultivation of organs and subsequent replacement surgery...

The cost is expensive, perhaps a huge sum of money for a small war group, but for the legion, especially the new Gray Knights Legion, this does not even require a separate material application procedure.

"Subsequent infection..." explained the pharmacist who had been following him.

"He was unlucky. The cursed shrapnel inhibited his self-healing ability, and the open wounds caught up with the Chaos Sacrifice on the ground.

…and still…”

The pharmacist couldn't go on. At this point, he felt that the guy in front of him was too unlucky.

"Hiss..." Calvin gasped and turned to look at the leader of the pharmacist: "Death Guard?"

"Yes, this is one of their iconic viruses, but the specific manifestation and characterization are random. We discovered it a little late... In fact, it was also late in identifying this kind of thing itself..."

At this time, Calvin did not wait, but connected his servo to the data link of the medical layer.

When the pharmacist's explanation rang in his ears, Sulla's physiological indicators after the outbreak of the epidemic happened to cross his pupils.

"45%? How did he survive?"

Calvin looked at the pharmacist in disbelief, and the latter nodded slightly in confirmation.

Needless to say, this unlucky guy also has his own luck in a sense;

That is, when the virus broke out in the first wave and occupied 45% of his body's tissues, he was still able to survive, using only half of his two hearts to survive until Calvin returned...

Yes, just half a pill.

Calvin looked up and saw that there was no human figure inside the torn armor.

Chitin structures highly similar to woody plants covered Sura's body like moss.

Under the layers of dark brown moss, his eroded limbs had no fat or even muscle.

The power armor, which was originally the right size, also reflected the obvious size difference, only the outline of the skeleton was left, and it was still breathing slowly...

Can that be called breathing?

Calvin could not understand for a moment what kind of will allowed this man to maintain the function of his organs even after his lungs and two hearts were calcified with chitin.

But in Sulla's opened chest, the thing that I don't know can be called "lungs" opened and contracted again with a slight cracking sound that made people's teeth hurt, to support the only remaining thing. A heart half the size of a fist...

This even saves conversion...

Calvin felt a throbbing pain in his heart, because at this moment, Sura didn't even have the basic conditions for transformation.

The body was polluted into this form, and the flames from Order and the cells of the Primarch were by no means a life-saving herb for him;

With the two's natural damage to Chaos, this is no different from sending Sulla to see the Emperor in advance.

"Where is the gene seed? Has it been extracted?" Calvin's voice regained his composure, and his heart ached. But when he came to this world, the most important lesson he was taught here was to accept reality and then acknowledge it.

No one can die, including himself.

Calvin had already begun to plan for Sulla's funeral. How to allow him to return to his home planet honorably after his death was the most important thing.

For an Astartes, nothing can better prove the meaning of the continuation of his life than the handover and survival of his gene seeds after death.

There are two gene storage glands, the first one is in the neck. Considering his years of service, there is no need to think too much about it.

But as for the chest... Calvin looked at Sura's miserable condition and felt really unsure.

The entire chest was contaminated to this horrible appearance...

Can he still have any seeds left? Even if there is one, can it be used?

"have……"

The pharmacist's answer greatly exceeded his expectations.

Calvin looked up, his eyes barely concealing surprise.

The pharmacist also received the original body's question and raised his hand to point to the side of the operating table.

On the collection rack shrouded in inscriptions and blessings, a single-molecule dagger full of blood and the gene seeds packed into the jar next to it were clearly visible...

The Emperor is above! What a ruthless person he is!

When Calvin saw the dagger, he vaguely knew the truth of the matter.

But when the pharmacist personally confirmed his suspicion, he couldn't help but take a long breath.

"He should have feelings himself, so..." the pharmacist explained in a low voice, and several colleagues around him also listened quietly.

"So while triggering the alarm in the observation room, he took off "it" himself first..."

"Uh..." Calvin felt a momentary blockage in his throat. He looked at the extra flesh and blood next to the dagger, and the scene at that time began to reappear in his mind.

In an inconspicuous room on the quiet medical floor, an Astartes warrior stared angrily when he felt something strange in his body!

Then after a short period of judgment, he took out the dagger that was not taken away from his waist, stabbed it under his ribs with a chilling sound of flesh and blood being cut, and then...

Then, in the huge pain that was enough to make him unconscious for an instant, relying on his superficial knowledge of physiology, he gradually manipulated the tail handle of the dagger, stirring it deep in the chest...

This is really...a torture more cruel than death...

"I￥% # ￥%...!"

Calvin felt that his blood vessels were exploding, and his brain felt like a high-pressure water cannon was being flushed against his forehead!

The huge anger and heartache made it almost impossible for him to control his emotions.

And the spiritual energy that spontaneously agitated in his soul poured down on him like a bucket of ice water, making him even more determined in his forced calmness!

"Save! No matter how much it costs, you must snatch this person away for me!"

"But..." Of course the pharmacists also have such a wish, but their professional knowledge denies their enthusiasm.

"But the tissue mutation in his body is irreversible. Too many parts have been converted into chitin, and even the basic circulation no longer exists..."

"Then clone it! Find his clean genes, just a little bit!"

Calvin promised the pharmacist that he would make a decision even if the cost was extremely expensive!

"No, there are no completely clean genes anymore, there are only those..."

The pharmacist's words made Calvin's heart sink again. Following the pharmacist's hand, he looked at the dirty flesh and blood on the collection rack again.

The dense blessings of the Silver Dawn are taking effect, and the contaminated flesh and blood there clearly has a strange life, but it is tightly contained.

The black filaments kept trying to spread under the remaining tissue, and under the suppression of the hymn faintly coming from the surrounding bulkheads, those filaments always disintegrated themselves on the way...

"That's it!"

Calvin did not hesitate any longer, and did not care about the pollution contained in this piece of flesh.

He looked around with firm eyes, and then decisively ordered:

"Carry him to the silver hall, and get the genetic cultivation tank over! The entire genetic cultivation process will be done there..."

At this point, Calvin showed his murderous intent and said with stern eyes:

"I want to see who can steal people from my hands!"

Update, the outline has been optimized recently, and the brain is also being upgraded... There are a little few updates, sorry! I will definitely make up for it when my skills are upgraded!