Infinite Metaverse

Camille is treating injured Skitarii soldiers.

Two rangers dragged an injured pioneer soldier who fell to the ground in front of Camille. Camille reached out and unhooked his pot-lid helmet, revealing a woman's face.

Oh, a female soldier?

Camille was slightly startled.

The Skitarii have a large number of prosthetic modifications and mechanical components covering the body surface. From the appearance, it is indeed indistinguishable between male and female.

Her face was pale, not from injuries, but from scars left by radiation and war. What little hair she had was shaved down to her scalp and as dry as red sand. Her eyelids have also disappeared. The eyeballs are covered by an optical array like goggles, filled with blessed ointment. The mechanical prosthetic eyes are constantly flashing, recording information to be transmitted to the master in orbit.

"What's wrong with you?"

Camille asked.

The vanguard grinned. Her skin peeled off dryly, and her teeth were very few, leaving only the broken gums.

"I don't feel well anywhere, sir."

"But this is a blessing given to me by the God of All Opportunities."

Camille felt that he had really asked a stupid question, so he changed the question:

"Where are you damaged?"

"My ribs, sir, were burned through the laser."

Camille opened up the rust-red tattered robe and untied the incomplete armor on the chest of the female soldier. She saw the burnt red and black flesh. With a thought in her mind, the mechanical servo arm on the medical backpack was like an iron snake. Reaching out sensitively, the needle injected the nanoparticles into the vanguard's body.

The female soldier looked down at her damaged body slowly recovering, and couldn't help but ask:

"Sir, what is this?"

"Medical Nanomechanical Particles."

Camille concentrated on the treatment and said without raising her head.

"Is it something from the Micro-Ohm Messiah sect?"

The female soldier then asked.

Camille raised her head:

"I know quite a lot...you can understand it that way."

"The sages of Vanak have preached their teachings to us."

The female soldier explained.

Camille thought to herself that this old guy really never misses any opportunity to change other people's minds. If you don't go to academic forums to debate with people, what's the use of promoting propaganda in the Skitarii.

Camille heard from Qingshan that the Mechanicum's way of resolving academic disputes was to fight, and whoever had the stronger fist would be justified. Thinking about Gravia's Moon, he probably wasn't very good at fighting.

At this time, Fu Qinghai came over and said:

"The transport ship has been cleared. Go and extract the gene seeds from the Iron Warrior's corpse. Give them to Master Quinto to screen for mutations, and then add them to the Brotherhood's gene bank."

"As you command, Khan."

Camille replied.

Fu Qinghai contacted the scientific research ship on the communication channel:

"Master Vanak."

"I can hear it, Aoyama."

"I need your help in decontaminating a ship, Master, a Tarask-class transport. I'm not sure if its cogitator systems have been infected by cybernetic daemons."

"No problem, Qingshan, I'll be right over."

Master Wanak is very easy to talk to.

This is what logicians do.

…

Fu Qinghai is taking stock of the seizures.

In addition to the transport ship itself, there are three Land Raiders, one Predator tank, two Rhino personnel carriers, which were determined to be worthy of repair after the war, as well as several fuel supplies and ammunition supplies.

Master Vanak will thoroughly cleanse the contaminated cogitator systems in the vehicle, and the mortal crew will clean the filthy and stinky cabin, break and flatten the metal spearheads on the vehicle body, and repaint the blasphemous graffiti on the hull. cover.

Camille collected a total of eighteen Iron Warriors gene seeds. This harvest is not fixed. A Space Marine can produce two gene seeds, but the gene seeds mature in the Space Marine's body for five to ten years, and they will not be available in recruits who have served for a short period of time.

In general, Fu Qinghai was right in not ordering a large-scale orbital bombing, and the Shenji Brotherhood gained a lot.

If the entire canyon is directly razed to the ground by orbital bombardment, then all these trophies will no longer exist.

I didn't think about these issues when I was a big-headed soldier, but now that I have my own family, I have to worry about it.

…

No. 56 and Satflan walked side by side in front of Fu Qinghai.

Alpha Warrior said:

"You seem to know how to deal with possessed warriors."

Enchanted warriors are extremely powerful elite units. It is a common and basic operation for an enchanted warrior to sweep through an Astartes tactical team.

And Fu Qinghai looked skillful when he killed the possessed warriors, as if he had already thought about facing them and had prepared countermeasures in advance.

Fu Qinghai said:

"When I was a new recruit, I fought against the enchanted warriors of the Word Bearers. You keep asking me how I was promoted to company commander. This is why."

When Fu Qinghai faced this kind of demon-possessed Space Marines for the first time on the planet Roswell 7, he reminded the Ultramarines to switch to melee weapons.

While chasing the little girl Mona on the lower deck of the Fu Qinghai Sossalan, she also discovered that bolt guns were almost ineffective against low-level demons such as Pink Horrors.

Having said this, No. 56 was puzzled:

"Why?"

"Why don't ranged weapons work?"

Because the Emperor loves loyal melee combat.

Only those who are brave in melee combat can be blessed by the E demon.

This is of course a joke.

Fu Qinghai thought carefully and said:

"I have the impression that the Demon Tribunal has conducted research on this phenomenon."

Combat records of early encounters between the Legiones Astartes and Warp entities reveal a strange side to the daemon's nature.

According to records, for some unknown reason, demons are virtually impervious to high-velocity live ammunition and energy weapons in their newly manifested state. On the other hand, more primitive forms of attack, such as slashing with swords or burning the beings with fire, have been reported to have exaggerated effects.

"There's a theoretical hypothesis."

Fu Qinghai said:

"Demons are born from the emotions and feelings of intelligent creatures. For example, when humans were first murdered, the demon Draconion was born in the subspace, an undivided demon that does not belong to the four gods of Chaos."

"It has been speculated that what demons fear most are the weapons used by ancient humans. They will not be injured on the physical level, but will be injured on the conscious level - through the primitive expectation of pain."

"It's just a guess." Fu Qinghai concluded.

"Okay, that's enough nonsense. By the way, when are you going to attack the warlord's castle?"

No. 56 felt that this theory was too idealistic and metaphysical, so he decisively dropped the topic.

"Preparations are underway. At what stage have your mortal agents penetrated?"

Fu Qinghai asked.

The two changed the topic and started chatting.

"The nature of subspace..."

"Consciousness level..."

On the contrary, Satflan, who was listening silently, was thoughtful about the theory thrown out by Fu Qinghai, and began to think in a low voice to himself.

…

Space orbit, cruiser Rima, lower deck.

The alchemist in a cloak was sitting cross-legged on his bed, holding an old yellowed manuscript written in alien characters in his hand, and reading it carefully.

After a while, he raised his eyes, looked at the empty cabin in front of him, and said:

"Miss Zhang Yuning, are you still there?"

The bulkhead in front of him suddenly twisted and pulled, revealing a grimace, and gradually transformed into the shape of a tall ghost nun in black robes, looking at the alchemist coldly.

"why do not you sleep?"

The ghost nun's voice was deep and rumbling, echoing in the cabin, like a human being, an animal, a man or a woman.

"You've been on the ship for so long and you've never slept."

The alchemist smiled:

"As you can see, I'm meditating, and I can use meditation as a substitute for sleep."

He calmly adjusted his sitting posture, put down the book in his hand, and said lightly:

"I'm going to start meditating again. You shouldn't stare at an old man all day, Miss Zhang. Your boyfriend will be jealous."

"snort!"

The ghost nun let out a deep groan and slowly turned into black smoke and disappeared.

The alchemist closed his eyes and felt carefully. After confirming that the demon's aura had disappeared, he picked up the manuscript again. A line of unknown text was scrawled on the cover of the manuscript. If there is a Jedi Saint at this moment, If the scholars from the palace archives are here, he will definitely exclaim in surprise.

That kind of writing comes from an extinct race of red-skinned humanoids, a race that is naturally Force-sensitive.

If this line of alien text were translated into Oribesh, the common language of the Star Wars universe, it would mean:

"Alchemy of the Sith"

…………

There is another chapter today.