Warhammer: In the Name of Ashes

Although he said this, Calvin actually didn't have the confidence in his heart. Genetic cultivation requires time, and that's what Sulla lacks the most.

Calvin does not need to worry about the specific sampling and cultivation process of flesh and blood tissue. The pharmacists are responsible for these tasks;

What Calvin can do here is to use his power to suppress the supernatural forces in the epidemic, buy time for the former's work, and also be wary of covetousness from subspace during the entire work process.

This was a difficult matter, but it was not beyond Calvin's ability. But the key issue is that the success or failure of this rescue does not ultimately depend on their efforts.

It still depends on Sulla. If he doesn't survive until the first pharmacists finish their work, then no matter how much they do, it will be in vain.

This is the law, the law of the real world.

Without a body to rely on, and no other source like a demon, the soul of an Astartes is ultimately no different from a mortal;

Without the intervention of external forces, they can only be like a wisp of smoke and dust, disappearing helplessly after the body declares death.

As for what they said thousands of times during their lifetimes: "The soul returns to the Golden Throne", I'm sorry, not everyone is lucky enough to be favored by the emperor;

Being able to be received by the Emperor's power in a complete soul form, and thus ascend into that man's soul kingdom, and gain eternal life...

And this is actually where Calvin was confused, because after all, the divinity in that man did not really gain the upper hand;

Therefore, where exactly His kingdom is and what kind of connection it has with the real world is an unsolved mystery.

But this has nothing to do with this place for the time being, and Calvin does not expect the emperor to appear again in a short time after descending a living saint.

So despite Calvin's firm tone, the success or failure of the whole thing actually depends on Sulla's own will to survive.

So a long wait began.

first day……

Calvin sat on the throne of the Silver Hall, and on the steps below were the apothecaries' equipment and Sulla's life-saving cabin;

The pharmacists gathered around the equipment in silence, and their technicians also monitored the operation of other equipment.

The emergency bionic organs temporarily replaced Sulla's collapsed circulatory system. Especially after the artificial lungs were connected, this tough warrior finally stopped making suffocating groans.

The pharmacists allocated part of their staff to closely monitor possible rejection reactions, while the remaining few people were not idle and turned around to start cloning and cultivating real organs.

Calvin is not at peace here either. The work of the original body cannot and will not stop. It is just transferred to the Silver Hall along with Calvin's location.

The battle on the ground was over, and the Gray Knights began to return to the battleship in an orderly manner. What followed closely was the appearance of Mechanical Ark.

Therefore, Father Fermat, who was no longer arrogant at this time, left his Mechanical Ark with more enthusiasm than he had in the past few decades, and took the initiative to visit the Silver Dawn to explain to Calvin the next step of the Mechanical Ark. project plan.

Of course Calvin would not refuse, so he could only sit upright on the throne, listening to Fermat's derivation of the project and data under the attention of all the gray knights.

In the quiet Silver Hall, other Gray Knights came to report from time to time, and several Imperial Guards also appeared behind the thrones at various times in the Silver Hall according to their own arrangements.

People from the Inquisition and the Imperial Navy also came, more than once.

The former brought information about signal stations around the Gothic Sector. Although it was incomplete, it was still useful;

The latter made Calvin frown, because for well-known reasons, the navy superiors from Lucius, after rendezvousing with Calvin's fleet, naturally focused on Commodore Cobb's fleet.

Engineering plans...information intelligence...disputes over ownership of fleet command...

These complicated and broken things took up most of Calvin's day. At this moment, he had to devote himself to supervising and urging the preparation of the fleet to ensure that the next plan to go deep into the Gothic sector would not be delayed.

As for the daily training and prayer rituals of the Gray Knights, as well as the daily affairs of the Tindaros Legion, Calvin really had no time to take care of them, so he left them all to Sir Sutherland to manage.

Except for key decision-making matters, Calvin was no longer involved in specific implementation.

Although the admiral of the fleet, Tybus, was reluctant, he was still ordered to participate in it. This was considered a compromise, using this veteran to provide an added layer of insurance for the young commander.

People were coming and going in the solemn silver hall, because the original body moved its office location, adding a lot of popularity that never existed in the past;

The purpose of these people with different personalities is also very consistent; they are all serving the huge figure sitting deep in the hall, under the shadow wall.

Calvin was listening to the information brought by these people, but his eyes never left the pharmacists in front of him.

Imperial Truth was leaning on the armrest of the throne, and between the golden and iron-grey colors, there was occasionally a tiny flash of electricity...

The second day...

The first emergency cultured organ was rushed slowly and finally caught up with the progress of the operation, and was successfully implanted by the pharmacists in the early morning;

After receiving the support of this kidney, Sura, whose body fluid circulation was improved, was finally able to continue to survive until other organs arrived one after another.

For a whole day, the entire fleet was ordered by the Primarch not to go to this hall, which was filled with intensive surgeries.

The original body's eyes widened without blinking. While paying attention to Sura's condition, he also looked over and over at the subspace corresponding to this place.

There really are some things that don't have the guts to come here.

To be precise, although the soul of an Astartes is not extraordinary, it is definitely the best among mortals; and a hero among the Astartes is even more fat in the eyes of these unborn people.

In the past, such precious souls would never have had their turn to make decisions, but now that this fat piece of meat was labeled as the Lord of Plague, no big demon appeared.

Then these lonely ghosts can't help but covet Sura, and this kind of greed that is almost overflowing into reality is absolutely difficult to restrain with their own wisdom before being shocked by another authority...

So, when Sulla's organ transplant operation reached its most critical moment, when the artificial heart was filled into his withered chest.

Sulla, on the border between life and death, is at the moment when the old heart has gone but the new heart has not moved;

This infinite approach and separation from death naturally attracted the greedy howls of countless demons.

They scream, they groan.

The whispers of subspace almost broke through the Argent Dawn's protection, and the traces of frost spreading on the steel floor out of thin air proved how eager these demons were to drag Sura's soul away at this critical moment. leg……

Calvin, who had remained quiet until then, also received confirmation from the pharmacists' eyes at the moment the heart artery was connected.

The Primarch, who had been patient for a long time, finally stood up with a long laugh, then raised the sword beside him, and then slammed it into the empty air!

"roll!"

Pray for our compatriots in Gansu.