Chapter 203: There are always surprises in psychic power.

In the extreme star field, a huge fleet is sailing.

This is a large fleet consisting of one Retribution-class battleship, three Hades-class heavy cruisers, two Dictator-class conventional cruisers, and several destroyers and frigates.

Belonged to the former Third Legion, the Emperor's Children.

At this time, the Hades-class heavy cruiser, Ode to Joy.

The bottom prison.

The dim lights flickered in the damp passage, and the entire bottom cabin area was filled with a complex smell, including the smell of bloody rust, the smell of sweat, the smell of perfume that was so strong that it was disgusting, and the pungent and strange smell of potion.

Chen Xinlu was crawling on the icy metal floor in a twisted state, her black hair sticking to her face, her face was as pale as paper, and she was gasping softly. She wanted to turn over, but she couldn't muster any strength. She felt like every cell in her body was wailing in pain.

She was once again injected with psychic suppressants.

The third time today.

The entire lower cabin prison was silent, without a sound except for the hissing sound of Chen Xinlu's painful breathing hitting the ground.

Chen Xinlu used all her strength to turn her head and looked at the other side of the cell. Although she couldn't see anything through the wall, she couldn't help but whispered:

"Axia...Axia...Are you still alive?"

No one responded to her.

Chen Xinlu's voice was filled with tears:

"Axia... answer me quickly."

The prison in the lower hold was still quiet, without a single echo.

"Clack, clack, clack..."

It's the sound of wheels rolling over the ground.

Chen Xinlu reluctantly raised her head and looked in the direction where the voice came from.

A mechanical servant was dragging a square water tank through the passage. He had no expression on his face and walked with numb feet. The wheels under the water tank made a monotonous noise as they rubbed against the floor.

Chen Xinlu's eyes saw the morbid sight of amniotic fluid containers lined up on top of the water tank. Things shaped like human organs filled the shaking interior of the containers, which were plugged with tubes that were extracting turbid liquid and injecting it into unknown machines.

Chen Xinlu's gaze fell on the transparent water tank, where a swollen, petite female body was floating limply in the chemical detergent, with its limbs curled up weakly.

Her eyes were half open, staring at a void where any life that had once existed, and everything else about her, had been sucked away by the machine.

Chen Xinlu breathed a sigh of relief.

That was not Xingxian's body.

Then she felt sad about her thoughts.

Chen Xinlu closed her eyes in pain, and a trace of tears squeezed out from between her eyelashes.

Why hasn't he come yet…

Why hasn't he contacted me yet...

A moment later, messy footsteps came from another direction.

Accompanied by obscene laughter and conversation.

"Hey, hey, hey, look at her eyes, she's still awake."

"So what if I'm awake?"

"You don't understand. What's the point of poking a limp zombie? Of course it's more exciting to play with it awake."

Chen Xinlu's face was pressed against the ground, and she heard the sound of a key being inserted into the keyhole.

"Fuck, if you want something exciting, why don't you go play with that muscular woman next door."

"Don't even mention it. Didn't you see what happened to Pine yesterday? That green beast smashed his head with a butt."

"Ha, what are you afraid of? Isn't there a sedative tube inserted into her body?"

"Even if I take a tranquilizer, it won't work... I don't want my penis to be severed by the muscles."

"Click." It was the sound of a metal latch being pulled out.

"Creaky." The cell door was opened.

"What do you have in your hand?"

"The potion I stole from Lord Randolph's room is said to be a mixture of multiple androgens and progestins. One injection can instantly make all the female Grox beasts go into heat."

"Isn't this dosage a bit too high? You better be careful not to kill her. The adults still need her medicine. If she dies, we will be in trouble."

"Hey, don't worry, I know what I'm doing."

Damn it…

Chen Xinlu gritted his teeth secretly, and under the cover of the tattered robe, one hand quietly reached into the pocket. There seemed to be a deep space hidden in the shallow pocket. Chen Xinlu put most of his arm into the pocket, put his index finger and middle finger into the hanging ring side by side, and then grasped the crystal of true knowledge.

…

After the pre-war meeting, Fu Qinghai led a few people to the captain's room, took out the crystal of truth, took off his gauntlets, and held the crystal ball.

There was a sudden buzz in his mind, and Fu Qinghai suddenly felt a connection and empathy with Chen Xinlu.

As soon as the connection was established, Fu Qinghai "saw" that the torn robe on Chen Xinlu's other snow-white arm was lifted up, and the needle of a syringe was inserted into it.

The prison door was open, with four people standing inside and outside. They were mortal crew members wearing loose uniforms, holding laser guns and shotguns in their hands. They had large eye bags, sunken eye sockets, a sickly red face, and their hair was dyed in various colors, like drug addicts in the "Shamatte" style.

Chen Xinlu slowly pulled her arm out of her pocket.

Fu Qinghai narrowed his eyes and whispered,

"Doctor, prepare the flash bomb."

Camille raised her right arm to the air in front of her.

Chen Xinlu mobilized the last bit of strength and energy in her body, suddenly raised her arm, and drew a circle in the air.

"Hiss…"

"put!"

Fu Qinghai said in a low voice.

A cluster of golden-red sparks spun and lit up in the cell. The ring of fire had just expanded to the size of a fist when a tracer grenade came out of it. The blinding white light instantly blinded the four mortal crew members. They covered their eyes with tears streaming down their faces and were about to scream...

"Gah..."

The tip of the power sword flashed with a dark blue arc as it pierced through the back of the neck, blocking the scream in the throat.

The knife flashed "swish" and Fu Qinghai stepped out of the dimensional door. The four mortal crew members in front of him turned into a pile of collapsed building blocks, and their body parts fell to the ground in a mess.

The reincarnation world prompts the assimilation point reward.

Joe Star and Camille followed closely and walked out of the dimensional gate. Joe Star quickly clenched his claws, leaned sideways against the wall, and quietly observed the passage outside the cell.

"List..."

Before Fu Qinghai could speak, Chen Xinlu's arms fell weakly, her eyes rolled up, and she fell face down and fainted.

The finger wearing the dangling ring hit the floor with a bang.

Sparks flew away and the dimensional gate went out.

In the captain's room of the cruiser Fiery Horse, a group of Crusaders lined up with guns in hand, waiting, looking at the dimensional gate disappearing before their eyes, and turned to look at each other in bewilderment.

"Fuck..."

Fu Qinghai looked at the empty cell in front of him. The dimensional gate disappeared completely, as if it had never appeared.

"The passage is safe."

Qiao Shida didn't care about all that. He looked around the passage outside the prison door cautiously and spoke in a low voice.

Before entering the dimensional gate, Fu Qinghai asked to keep the communication channel silent, so Qiao Shida used a loudspeaker to speak in a low voice.

"Oh… fuck."

Fu Qinghai covered his helmet with one hand and cursed under his breath. He looked at the syringe still inserted into the inside of Chen Xinlu's arm, with the liquid column halfway down. He pulled out the syringe and threw it aside, and ordered:

"Doctor, treat her quickly, damn it."

"OK."

Camille knelt on one knee and skillfully laid Chen Xinlu's twisted body flat. She took out the corresponding medicine from the huge shield, inserted it into the injection gun in her right hand, and "puffed" it into Chen Xinlu's chest, making the woman's body tremble. The chemical regulator began to do hemodialysis for her to neutralize the toxins. At the same time, medical nanomechanical particles began to be injected into Chen Xinlu's body to repair her physical injuries.

Fu Qinghai walked out of the cell and pointed to the right side of the passage. Qiao Shida understood and ran over without saying a word.

"Wait a moment."

Fu Qinghai called Qiao Shida, took out the explosive assault rifle from his waist, and threw it to him:

"Here."

Qiao Shida took the explosive assault gun, nodded, turned around and ran to the end of the passage.

Fu Qinghai came to the cell next to him and saw the female Hulk inside.

She did not transform into the Hulk form. Her clothes were tattered, revealing her beautiful bronze skin. She lowered her head, unconscious, and sweat flowed down her cheeks and neck, along her abdominal muscles to her thighs. Under the pale and cold light, the sweat hairs on her lower abdomen were clearly visible.

What was frightening was that the palms of her hands and the sockets of her shoulders were pierced by thick iron hooks. The iron hooks were as thick as fingers, curved upwards, and had blunt tips. They pierced through the flesh of the female Hulk and hung her in a cross shape on the iron frame. Her body was tied with thick black iron chains, which squeezed her body to pieces.

Her carotid arteries, elbow arteries, and inner thigh arteries are all filled with transparent tubes, and rose-red liquid is continuously injected into She-Hulk's body.

The tranquilizer was neutralizing her Hulk blood, preventing her from transforming or going into a rage.

Fu Qinghai's knowledge of biochemistry is no worse than Camille's. He chopped open the cell door with a knife, walked in, shut down the infusion equipment, and pulled out the infusion tubes from the body of the She-Hulk one by one. The tip of the knife turned and picked up nimbly, and the black iron chain fell apart with a "crash". Fu Qinghai turned off the force field and put the long knife back into his waist. He held the She-Hulk's armpits with both hands, pulled her out of the iron hook, and held her in his arms.

As expected of the Hulk bloodline, her muscles sealed the wound instantly, and the blood in the artery stopped flowing out. She seemed to have noticed Fu Qinghai's arrival. She raised her head slightly and rested her chin on Fu Qinghai's shoulder armor. Her eyes were still closed, and the sound from her mouth was as thin as a mosquito's hum:

"Be careful...the noise..."

noise?

Could it be...

Fu Qinghai's heart trembled.

He slowly laid the She-Hulk in his arms on the ground, waiting for Camille to finish treating Chen Xinlu, and then come over to treat her.

Fu Qinghai then walked to the next cell.

In the large, dirty, damp and cold cell, a small figure huddled in the corner, his entire body covered in a black robe, like a pile of garbage in the corner.

Fu Qinghai broke open the cell door again, walked in, lifted up the moldy and smelly robe and saw that it was indeed the witch. Her eyes were closed and her breathing was weak. The dense needle holes on her neck showed that she had also been injected with a psychic inhibitor.

The witch was petite, only about 1.5 meters tall. Fu Qinghai reached out and grabbed the back of her neck, lifted her up, and laid her flat next to She-Hulk, waiting for Camille to treat her.

Chen Xinlu was unconscious and there was no one to maintain the dimensional gate. Now the Crusaders could not get through and Fu Qinghai could not go back.

Fu Qinghai stood up and looked around. The prison in the lower cabin was empty. Camille came over, squatted on the ground and began to treat She-Hulk and the witch.

"How's that woman?"

Fu Qinghai asked.

The medic shook his head.

"She has no obvious external injuries. She must be weak from some kind of potion. I don't know much about the pharmacology in your Warhammer 40K universe. I can only keep her vital signs stable for the time being."

The pharmaceutical technology of the Emperor's Children...

Fu Qinghai's eyes were solemn.

He didn't know that Chen Xinlu was a reincarnation with a main god rating of Lv. 4. In this situation, Chen Xinlu was still able to cast the dimensional gate, which was indeed very powerful. He didn't know what rating she was in the positive psychic level of the human empire.

Medical soldiers are very good at treating trauma. The terrible wounds on She-Hulk's shoulders and palms healed quickly under the action of medical nanomechanical particles. Fu Qinghai squatted beside Chen Xinlu and patted her face:

"Hey, Chen Xinlu, wake up."

Chen Xinlu frowned slightly and woke up slowly.

Fu Qinghai didn't waste time and asked directly:

"Can you still use the Dimension Gate?"

Chen Xinlu looked apologetic:

"I... I can still use it once more."

"Tsk."

Fu Qinghai sighed slightly irritably:

"Where is the perfect human being?"

"In room 72501 on the mid-deck."

Chen Xinlu answered softly.

"Can you walk?"

Fu Qinghai asked calmly.

"Can."

Chen Xinlu nodded.

Fu Qinghai raised his eyebrows:

"Why don't you stand up for me?"

Are you lying on the ground waiting for me to help you?

Chen Xinlu's face turned red, and she quickly stood up with her hands on the ground, her legs tightly clamped together, looking a little embarrassed.

Fu Qinghai didn't know what her pretentious attitude meant. He looked past Chen Xinlu and looked behind. She-Hulk and the Witch were still in a coma.

Just at this moment.

A curse came from the end of the passage:

"Blaze! Kelly! Where have you been, you bastards? Damn it, I..."

Before he could finish his words, a soft, crisp "Shh!" sound interrupted his voice, and the only sound left was the gurgling sound of blood foam gushing out of his throat.

Still here...

Fu Qinghai turned around, drew his sword, and whispered:

"Everyone, open the communication channel."

"Doctor, take these two women with you."

"Qiao Shida...follow me and kill!"

…

In the cold passage, the long light strips on the ceiling emitted a pale white glow.

"Boom, boom, boom!"

The magnetic soles of the shoes made a dull sound when they stepped on the floor.

The tall little giant strode down the passage.

The noise was undisguised and he seemed to be deliberately making such a loud noise to alert others of his arrival.

The purple and gold-rimmed power armor was stained with blood and dirt, and could hardly be called "perfect". He was not wearing a helmet, and his scarred face was covered with sagging flesh, making him look as if his face was always droopy. He looked at the corner of the passage ahead with gloomy eyes and roared:

"Samuel, Samuel, Samuel..."

"Old dog wagging his tail for mercy, tell your master."

"Where have you been hiding?"

A stream of thick saliva flowed from his cracked lips. As he roared, the turbid saliva sprayed out "puff" and "puff", wetting the metal relief of the double-headed eagle on his chest.

A bloodstained, torn and broken relief of a double-headed eagle.

"Samuel, where is the thing I asked you to prepare!?"

The Space Marines walked to the end of the passage, turned the corner, and went down to the lower cabin prison along the ramp.

Just as he was about to turn around.

An equally tall little giant in bone-white armor suddenly jumped out from the shadows, holding a power long knife in his hand and stabbing from bottom to top, penetrating from the weak spot under the breastplate, piercing the intestines and stomach in succession, and instantly piercing the heart.

"The only thing you need is death, traitor!"

Fu Qinghai faced the enemy through his cold, scarlet goggles, and his voice through the loudspeaker sounded like gravel.

"Hey…"

The Emperor's Son's eyes widened, and his turbid saliva turned into foul-smelling blood, gushing out like a fountain. His mouth was open:

"White...white...scar..."

Fu Qinghai pushed hard with the hand holding the handle of the knife, and the tip of the knife moved sideways, crushing a bunch of internal organs while cutting the second heart in half.

[You killed an Emperor's Children Space Marine...]

[Progress of the points race increased...]

Fu Qinghai drew out the Blue Blade, and dirty blood oozed out of the wound. Before the traitor's body was about to fall backwards, Fu Qinghai grabbed the edge of his cervical armor, bent his knees slightly, and slowly lowered his heavy body to the ground.

Fu Qinghai looked back and saw three women supporting each other, standing at the entrance of the stairs, looking up at him, followed by the medical soldier Camille.

Fu Qinghai turned his head, the fighting spirit in his heart was already boiling.

"continue."

......

(End of this chap