Infinite Metaverse

In the corridor of the frigate Dagger.

Ogodei and Talar walked side by side.

Wo Kuotai frowned, as if he was thinking about some difficult decision.

After thinking for a long time, Wo Kuotai in the wheelchair raised his head and looked at his old friend.

"Talal, I think it's about time."

"When is the time?" Talal, who knew what Wo Kuotai was thinking during this period of time, asked knowingly.

"Locke's learning speed is beyond our imagination. He is getting stronger day by day, and he is moving towards a real Astarte day by day, and I should almost be put in a can."

Taral sighed.

Wo Kuotai also tried it at the beginning. Without legs, he only used his upper body to fight, but his combat power was much worse than when he was healthy.

The white scars are not the group of mechanical prosthetic transformation madmen of the Iron Hands. Quinto Anastasio is a bigwig in the field of biological research, and he can't install a pair of prosthetic limbs that can completely replace the functions of his legs on Wo Kuotai. .

You must know that Wo Kuotai's requirements for prosthetics are not only to be able to walk and run, but also to be able to withstand high-intensity battles at the level of space warriors.

Only a man with the Iron Hands can do it.

And to enter the Dreadnought Mech, personally speaking, Talar was unwilling.

When the Mechanicus designed the early dreadnought mechs, they were very pragmatic in their thinking. Let these space fighters with too many limbs and no repair value play their last remaining heat. After all, the rich combat knowledge and knowledge stored in the brains of space fighters Almost conditioned reflex combat skills are also an inestimable asset.

Therefore, the early models of dreadnought mechs did not consider the physiological feelings of the pilot at all. The space warriors whose limbs were cut off and only the torso and head remained were imprisoned in it, soaked in the nutrient solution of the cabin, and various neural interfaces were plugged in. On the body, countless information feedbacks are directly conveyed to the flesh and blood in the form of strong electrical signals. The driver is fine during the dormancy period, and almost feels the pain and torture from the surroundings almost all the time during the battle.

After a high-intensity battle, often only a scorched corpse will be left in this iron coffin, and then a mutilated space soldier will be put into it.

Wo Kuotai's hands are still healthy now, but to enter the dreadnought, his hands will also be cut off.

Talal said: "It's still too early to talk about this, Wo Kuotai, there is no dreadnought for you on the Dagger, and your steel coffin is not here."

Wo Kuotai nodded, then changed the subject and said, "Have you noticed that Locke has been a little busy at Quinto's place recently?"

"I also discovered that Quinto's attitude towards Locke is obviously different from that of the rest of our legion. I don't know what the hell a technical priest is going to do."

Wo Kuotai pondered for a while, recalling some of Fu Qihai's miraculous performances in Cheslatan, and vaguely had an answer in his heart.

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Rewind time to two weeks ago.

Carrying a suitcase, Fu Qihai entered Quinto's laboratory on the spaceship with ease.

As soon as I entered, I saw a huge iron cabinet standing next to the workbench.

In the cabinet, a giant green-skinned monster was fixed in it in a large font.

It was an Orc, long dead.

Surprisingly, the muscles and organs under his thick skin seemed to be corroded and hollowed out by something, leaving only a complete set of skin hanging on the skeleton.

Skinny in the true sense, the kind without a trace of flesh.

It looks very strange.

The short master Quinto emerged from the shadow of the equipment like a ghost at some point.

I saw Fu Qihai looking up at the green skin and bones hanging in the iron cabinet.

Kunto smiled hoarsely, and said: "The 1923rd experiment is over, No. 37, push this material down, it may scare our children."

Servant No. 37, who was standing by the side, heard the words, and hurriedly pushed the iron cabinet away together.

Fu Qihai shrugged, and did not explain, how could he be frightened by the skin and bones of an Orc orc after having seen so many mind-blowing Hollywood plasma movies in his previous life, not to mention that there are other even bigger monsters in Wo Kuotai's weapon room. What a wonderful alien body material.

Fu Qihai walked to a processing machine tool, put the suitcase on, and opened it. Inside was a standard-model Imperial-made Starfighter special bolter.

Fu Qihai seemed to have an idea in mind, silently took out the bolt gun, unloaded the magazine, disassembled the trigger, and began to operate skillfully on the machine tool.

Fu Qihai has long discovered that, unlike the business-like politeness and occasional impatience when dealing with Wo Kuotai and Talal, Quinto is extremely patient with himself.

Not only did he allow himself to come in and out of the laboratory at will, but he even allowed himself to try to operate it when he showed curiosity about the laboratory equipment.

Very rare for a tech-priest.

Of course Fu Qihai didn't think he had any special blood relationship with Kunto.

Fu Qihai felt that Kunto's patience with himself was more like a kind of patience with rare experimental products.

When Fu Qihai came to the laboratory, he always stood quietly with his hands behind his back, carefully observing Fu Qihai's every move, just like a researcher in a previous life observing the behavior of a mouse.

In the face of various questions raised by Fu Qihai, he did not hesitate to answer them with great patience.

at this time.

Kunto quietly appeared next to Fu Qihai again, with his hands behind his back, looked down at Fu Qihai's skillful and busy operation, and asked curiously:

"What are you doing?"

"Here, I plan to expand and modify the magazine interface, and then make a new magazine to insert it in." Fu Qihai pointed to the lower end of the gun body.

Then added: "A drum magazine."

Playing the drum... Kunto knew it, and then asked, "Where's your blueprint?"

Fu Qihai pointed his head: "Here."

You're kidding me... that was Quinto's first reaction.

Then he stared closely at Fu Qihai's hands, and found that he was operating the rotary blades, drills, welding torches and various processing tools on the machine tool, meticulously handling the materials in his hands.

Kunto's green mechanical prosthetic eyes slowly turned, and the more he looked at it, the more frightened he was.

Generally speaking, it is used to describe a person's hands that are steady, say, surgeon-like hands.

But Fu Qihai's hands at this time are no longer enough to be described as a surgeon.

His hands are simply two precision mechanical arms with errors as small as microns.

In the readings given by the mechanical prosthetic eye, in the case of no drawings, no modeling and pure manual operation, the parts processed by Fu Chenghai have no slight deviation, such as hole diameter, hole position, shaft diameter, cylindricity, runout, and diameter ...the readings of all parameters are neat and tidy.

Kunto looked at Fu Qinghai's hands calmly.

The ten fingers are slender, flexible and powerful, and they are hands of flesh and blood.

Then look up at Fu Qihai's eyes.

His black eyes focused on the work in his hands without any distraction.

It is true to the naked eye.

Quinto looked down at the mechanical tentacles slowly protruding from under his robe in disbelief.

So what went wrong?

Master Kunto didn't know the existence of Tony Stark's electronic backup in Fu Qihai's mind, and he could automatically complete the modeling process in his mind. In addition, White Scar's special meditation method and intensive training allowed him to deepen his control over his superhuman body .

Therefore, I can't understand it.

The technical priest quietly took a breath, and secretly recorded in his heart:

Experiment log: 17-6. The test subject showed extraordinary hand-eye coordination and limb control, which is suspected to be related to the mutation brought about by Quinto's blood.

No matter how turbulent Kunto's heart was, Fu Qihai had already completed the processing and modification of the magazine in his hand in an orderly manner.

He held the gun in one hand and lightly held it with the other.

"Click!"

With a crisp and crisp sound, the cylindrical drum was inserted into the gun body neatly.

The explosive bombs had already filled the drum. Fu Qihai turned his wrist, tried the center of gravity and balance of the gun, tried to pull the bolt to load it, and took aim, but he didn't pull the trigger.

After all, this is Quinto's laboratory, not a shooting range.

Kunto saw Fu Qihai's plan to replace the arc-shaped magazine with a drum magazine in order to enhance the continuity of firepower.

He opened his mouth to remind: "This is an imperial-style bolter produced by Agrippina Forge World. The barrel has a rated service life. After replacing the drum, the barrel life may be shortened."

Fu Qihai said: "Of course, I know, master, but I think that compared to the breakthrough of explosive firepower, the mere service life is not a big problem."

Fu Qihai thought about it carefully. Although the bolt gun has a long range, and there are some improved sniper models with longer barrels, the main combat scenario is still within the visual range. More precisely, it is a short-range firefight.

For short-distance firefights, the size of the firepower and the continuity of the firepower are far more important than the accuracy.

In theory, it is not allowed to modify the imperial standard ordnance without authorization.

The production of ordnance in the empire's foundry world must consider issues such as installation cost, logistics, maintenance, and maintenance. Similar to Fu Qihai's style of changing arc magazines into drums, it is more similar to the later Chaos Space Marines. Military industry The system should consider the overall cost, and the fighters should consider their own survival on the battlefield, no one is wrong.

As a technical priest, Quinto saw this and should stop this behavior and report it.

But the Space Marine Legion has great autonomy in the entire imperial military system, not to mention just changing a gun, and it is not uncommon for them to do more extreme things.

Among the twenty Space Marine Legions Jaghatai Khan and his White Scars were known for their maverick and unruly behavior compared to such exemplary Legions as the Luna Wolves, Ultramarines, and Emperor's Children.

But even if they are mavericks, things like DIY their own weapons, more often happen to Chaos Space Marines in the Eye of Terror in the future, especially this kind of drum modification is the favorite of many Chaos Space Marines.

Wo Kuotai and the others are too lazy to care about how Fu Qihai wants to personalize and modify his own firearms.

Quinto didn't bother to care about it either. He was more curious about why his precious experimental product thought of modifying a firearm than a bolter.

And during this period of time, Fu Qihai showed a strong learning ability that was almost self-taught.

Fu Qihai withdrew a mass explosive bomb from the drum, held it in his hand, looked at it and played with it, his thoughts diverged.

The bolter is a very classic weapon.

It is a standard shooting weapon for space warriors, and its classic level is no less than that of power armor. According to the size and model, there are also bolt pistols, bolt carbine and other derivatives.

From the appearance point of view, the receiver of the bolt gun is square and square, and the whole body of the gun is short, thick and heavy, full of the unique violent aesthetic style of Warhammer 40K. A submachine gun, and some mighty Adeptus Astartes could indeed shoot one-handed.

In principle, like many firearms in previous generations, bullets are the core technology of bolt guns. The core principle of bolt guns lies in its two-stage propulsion technology: there are two stages of propellant behind the warhead, and one stage fires and burns, giving the bolt gun The muzzle velocity pushes the explosive bullet out of the gun chamber, just like ordinary firearms, while the second stage propellant continues to burn in the cartridge case, allowing the bullet to continue to be pushed and accelerated after exiting the chamber.

Therefore, each bullet is similar to a small rocket.

The technical principle of this two-stage propulsion is not particularly black technology. Fu Qinghai guessed that the military industry giants in the previous life on earth might be able to work it out regardless of the cost.

But it is completely unnecessary. As an individual light weapon, the bolt gun was too expensive to manufacture and severely overpowered for the earth's army in the previous life.

The opponent of individual light weapons is also human beings. Considering the fragile body of human beings, the warhead can penetrate the body armor and then roll around in the body to form a cavity. This kind of power is enough.

There is no need to break people into pieces.

But for the various armored alien races and various shield-clad technological barbarians in the Warhammer universe, the power of the bolter is only barely sufficient.

Fu Qinghai took his new gun and happily prepared to leave.

Quinto stopped Fu Qinghai.

"Little Locke, I noticed that you are very talented. Are you interested in becoming a technical sergeant?"

"Technical sergeant?" Fu Qinghai was stunned.

After thinking for a while, he nodded and said: "I am very willing, Master."

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In the training cage.

"So, it was Quinto who asked you if you wanted to become a technical sergeant?" Ogedei asked in a deep voice.

"Yes." Fu Qinghai replied simply.

"Well..." Talal touched his chin, "I think this is a good thing, what do you think, Ogedei?"

Wo Kuotai smiled. He had expected this scene a long time ago. Fu Qinghai's strong ability to learn machinery and technology on Cheslatan was still fresh in his mind.

With a glint of pride in his eyes, he said, "Of course, this is all within my expectation."

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Technical sergeants, like apothecaries and think tanks, are special arms in the Legion of Astartes.

First of all, these special arms belong to space warriors. They have some abilities and characteristics that all space warriors have, but they each have their own strengths.

Pharmacists and think tanks have been introduced previously.

Technical Sergeants are Space Marines who are selected within the Space Marine Legion and sent to forge worlds such as Mars for further training. They usually paint the gear symbol of the Adeptus Mechanicus on their shoulder armor in addition to the emblem of their own Legion to represent themselves. identity, or to express belief in the God of All Machines.

The Luna Wolves, Ultramarines and Emperor's Children are a relatively balanced army, with various types of arms.

This is not the case with other legions, such as the Magic Ponies and the Thousand Sons Legion of Magnus the Red Devil. Almost everyone is a psyker. Although the total number of legions is small, the combat effectiveness is stronger when the per capita think tank is considered.

Similarly, the White Scars and the Blood Angels are both legions rich in think tanks. The genes of these legions are inherently sensitive to subspace and ether. In addition, the home worlds of these legions often have the tradition of studying mysterious phenomena or engaging in feudal superstition. .

It is easy to create a legion think tank.

And some legions have more materialistic men with science, such as the Iron Hands, Iron Warriors, Salamanders, etc.

These legions are rich in technical sergeants, and it can even be said that everyone is a technical sergeant, such as the Iron Hands who are good at prosthetic transformation, and the Salamanders who have a blacksmith per capita.

In the White Scars, Librarians are not uncommon, but Techmarines are very rare.

Things are rare and valuable, and for White Scar, technical sergeants are not only a curiosity to the people of the legion, but also a valuable and rare unit of the legion.

Fu Qinghai came to the familiar laboratory, bowed slightly to Quinto, and said:

"Master, the Legion agrees."

Quinto's hoarse chuckle came from under the shadow of the hood: "Haha, of course they will agree. The White Scars are not a legion that can produce technical sergeants."

Normally, technical sergeants need to study on Mars for three to five years, but now that Mars is likely to have become a war zone, Fu Qinghai naturally studies with Quinto.

Studying with a technical priest at the level of a biological sage is a privilege that many ordinary technical sergeants do not have.

Fu Qinghai heard the slight contempt for the white scars in the technical priest's tone, but he didn't say much and just followed Quinto silently to a huge bookcase full of books.

Fu Qinghai looked up and saw that there were classic parchment books from the empire. Some people in the human empire believed that books and documents made of this material had the special effect of being immune to the electronic magic interference of certain subspace demons.

Sheepskin is a special kind of sheepskin produced in biochemical factories in the agricultural world. It is tough and not easy to rot.

The large bookshelf also contains paper books preserved from ancient times. Each of these books is a precious and fragile cultural relic.

These ancient books may have been passed down from the Earth's Terran Age, or they may have been captured after the Imperial Expedition Fleet government recaptured other human colonies.

Collecting human knowledge scattered throughout the galaxy is also an unshirkable responsibility of the Mechanicus.

Just whether you are willing to share this knowledge is another matter.

It has always been the tradition of the Mechanicum to seal up certain dark technologies or research them in secret. This huge organization that originated from Mars sometimes does not have the same heart as the human empire.

There are always various types of mechanical arms, mechanical tentacles, and mechanical tentacles protruding from the dark red burqa of Master Kunto, making Fu Qinghai wonder how much of the old man's frail flesh and blood has been replaced by components and gears .

Several mechanical tentacles pulled out several books from the bookshelf and put them in front of Fu Qihai.

They are all thick tomes.

Most of them are parchment books.

Fu Qihai watched the pile of books getting thicker and thicker in front of him, and his expression couldn't help becoming serious.

Finally, I can watch it all at once!

With a sense of anticipation that his curiosity and thirst for knowledge would be satisfied, Fu Qihai sat down solemnly.

When he opened the first page of the first book, Fu Qihai suddenly couldn't help thinking:

If I had this kind of heart and perseverance when I took the postgraduate entrance examination, would I have gone to Tsinghua University long ago?

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