Most of the cutting-edge technologies of the human empire are in the hands of the Mechanicus, whether it's biology, chemistry, physics, mathematics...
However, those outstanding and excellent figures among the Astartes can also stand at the top of the scientific field, overlooking the Mechanicus and looking down on the academic circle.
The "War Smith" of the Iron Warriors, the "Iron Father" of the Iron Hands, any technical sergeant crowned with these two titles will not be worse than any high-level technical priest, and may even be far better.
And if we were to count the most powerful person in biochemical science and technology in the Human Empire/Chaos Forces, he is not any biological sage or genetic sage, but an Astartes pharmacist.
Fabius Bayer.
The Chief Pharmacist of the Third Legion Emperor's Children, nicknamed "Old Chinese Doctor" and officially known as "Gene Ancestor", it was he who single-handedly oversaw the biochemical transformation and corruption of the Emperor's Children, and it was he who continuously produced the enhanced warriors and mutated slaves needed by the Chaos wargang leaders in the Eye of Terror.
The old Chinese doctor's foremost skill is cloning technology. His cloning technology is comparable to... or even surpasses that of the emperor.
He cloned the Primarchs.
There's more than one.
Ferrus Manus.
Horus Lupercal.
Fulgrim.
These Primarchs were all cloned by Fabius Bile.
So, with the old Chinese doctor around, we can imagine what the entire Third Legion was like during the Horus Heresy.
They are addicted to taking drugs, all kinds of weird potions, those that enhance combat capabilities, those that increase sensory pleasure, those that enhance psychic talents, and those that simply feel good after drinking them, and they drink them without caring about any side effects or not, they just drink them till they die.
Transformation has become an addiction. Various artificial organs are used. In addition to the nineteen traditional transformation operations, the throat, glands, fingers... even the little Mingming are transformed into deadly weapons. Let's talk about whether it is stable or not first, the transformation is done.
Among Warhammer Chemicals, Bayer Pharmaceuticals is the best!
This is why, when Fu Qinghai learned that the potion in Chen Xinlu and the other two came from the Emperor's Son, he understood that he could not rely on these three women for the time being.
…
In the cabin of the Hades-class heavy cruiser.
Fu Qinghai raised his hand and fired a gun. The gushing blue plasma beam pierced through the chest of an Emperor's Son. He then swung his sword in the opposite direction. The sharp power sword cut off the head of an Emperor's Son.
[You killed an Emperor's Children Space Marine...]
[Progress of the points race increased...]
[You killed...]
[integral...]
Qiao Shida held the gun with one hand and pulled the trigger. Three red circles appeared around the muzzle of the explosive assault rifle. A thin red ray shot out from the muzzle and hit the helmet of a prince warrior who was running over.
The helmet was intact, and raging flames instantly gushed out from his breathing valve and goggles. A heart-wrenching scream came from his throat, and he scratched frantically with his hands, trying to pull the helmet off. The burning spread downwards, and flames and black ash began to spew out of the gaps in the cervical armor. Finally, he fell down dejectedly.
"continue."
Fu Qinghai said lightly.
…
His steps are as graceful as a swan and the sword flashes like a swimming dragon.
On this side, Fu Qinghai raised his elbow to the side of his face, pulled out the power long knife from a big mouth with sharp teeth and drooling mouth, danced a gorgeous knife flower, pressed the switch, and in a flash of lightning, he flipped his wrist and put the knife back into the sheath with a clang.
Like an elegant yet deadly ancient swordsman.
The sword was sheathed, and the emperor's warrior's knees slammed down. His hands fell limply, and the chainsaw sword fell to the ground. Fu Qinghai walked past him and with a casual move of his hand, the enemy's body fell to the side.
Fu Qinghai's fighting is always like this, silent and efficient.
"Die die die!"
On the other side, Qiao Shida opened his mouth and roared, waving his claws continuously. The Emperor's Son raised his sword to parry and retreated repeatedly.
"Look at your ugly face. This is a blasphemy against loyalty!"
Qiao Shida delivered an extremely ferocious and powerful blow, knocking away the enemy's power sword. The emperor's warrior staggered two steps and had not yet adjusted his body.
"Say goodbye to your ass head, traitor!"
Qiao Shida raised his arm, and the twin-linked grenade launcher on the back of his huge power claw fired a volley of deadly bullets with a "bang".
"Bang!"
The enemy was unable to dodge, and the helmet that covered half of his face exploded into a rotten watermelon with blood splattered everywhere.
"Istvan's ghost will never forgive you, executioner!"
Qiao Shida looked at the corpse lying at his feet, took a breath, and still felt unsatisfied, so he cursed harshly.
Fu Qinghai heard that the soldiers of the Sixteenth Legion were also silent and efficient in battle. Qiao Shida's current performance was more like a Space Wolf than a Luna Wolf.
But Fu Qinghai understood him.
He had emotions stuck in his chest.
He needs to vent.
At the same time, the three women hiding behind the corner were stunned.
She-Hulk once thought that in the Marvel comic universe, asking her two teammates not to take action while she fought Fu Qinghai one-on-one was holding back and playing a joke on him, and was a traditional way of fighting when the time was right, although she was beaten badly by Fu Qinghai in the end.
However, he didn't expect that Fu Qinghai was just joking with him. If he had this knife and this gun at that time, he would have been chopped into pieces without even a chance to be beaten. His end would not be much better than that of the emperor's sons now.
"Can you walk?"
Fu Qinghai turned around and asked.
"Go, I can walk."
The three women nodded reluctantly.
Fu Qinghai turned back and said indifferently:
"Then continue."
…
"Ten minutes ago, you told me that it was the psychics in the prison in the lower hold that were rioting. Ten minutes later, you told me that it was the enemy that boarded our battleship!"
The fingers of the Emperor's warrior instantly grasped the captain's collar, and the purple gauntlets pulled the fabric to the extreme, causing the mortal captain's neck to swell, his face flushed red, and he could hardly speak.
"Our void shield is not overloaded, and our hull has not been hit by a torpedo. Tell me, is this boarding?"
His scarred face was twisted, making the two symmetrical sword scars on his left and right cheeks as ugly as a crawling centipede. The bald warrior growled,
"What the hell is this boarding?!"
"Where on earth did the enemy come from!?"
The captain was lifted into the air with one hand, his feet off the ground and constantly pushing, he managed to squeeze out a voice with difficulty:
"Sir, Sir Lucius, the surveillance has confirmed the identity of the attacker. It is the Fifth Legion, the White Scars..."
The purple-armored warrior let go of the captain's collar, causing the mortal to stagger and fall to the ground. He then walked behind a servitor and observed the images on the surveillance screen.
The lower body of the robot servant was rigidly connected to the screen. He stiffly adjusted the image switching and kept chasing the figures of Fu Qinghai and Qiao Shida.
There are only two of them...
Lucius frowned.
Would both of them dare to board a heavy cruiser?
In addition, there is another doubt.
Lucius pushed the servitor away, and under the tremendous force, the servitor was directly torn apart from the hard connection state. Sparks burst out from the lower body, metal cables broke, life-sustaining fluid gushed out, and it fell to the side, still mumbling in a low voice.
Lucius personally operated the monitoring array. He called up the movement routes of Fu Qinghai and Qiao Shida and found that they were advancing towards the middle deck.
Why didn't they go to the rear of the battleship, which was full of drive tubes, engine rooms, and plasma reactors, instead of heading to the middle of the battleship?
The primary purpose of boarding was to destroy and paralyze the battleship's propulsion system. The two enemies did not go to the propulsion system, but instead headed for the crowded middle deck.
"Are they lost?"
Lucius muttered to himself as he stared at the screen.
The captain then staggered to his feet from the floor.
Lucius turned around, grabbed the captain's head with one hand, forced him to turn his face towards him, and asked:
"My dear Captain, tell me, what should we do now in this situation?"
The captain answered without hesitation:
"Sir, the enemy's combat power is very strong. We should inform the other warships of the situation here, and then temporarily shut down the void shield and let them teleport the Terminators over to surround and kill those two guys!"
"No!"
Lucius snapped.
The corners of his mouth were tinged with madness, revealing a predatory smile, and he said slowly:
"You are not allowed to notify other warships."
With that, Lucius picked up his sword and staggered across the aisle of the bridge. He rubbed his eyes with the bottom of his palms, and the smile on the corners of his mouth grew wider and wider under his palms.
An Astartes with superb swordsmanship and a pure and loyal angel blood ignited the obsession and desire in Lucius' heart.
An interesting diversion, a brief challenge in an endlessly boring voyage, or perhaps it could develop into a perfect kill.
He thought to himself.
The Captain loudly questioned his orders behind him, and vowed to report to the Lord Commander.
Lucius, however, remained unmoved. He just swung his sword left and right, summoning the long-lost passion and strength in his body. The images from the surveillance camera reverberated in his mind. The image of the white-armored warrior at the head of the group, his precise slaughter of his brothers, was so flawless, so dangerous and deadly, without a single unnecessary movement...
Lucius' mouth was filled with saliva in anticipation of killing, and he swallowed it with a "gulp", allowing the liquid to fully moisten his throat and esophagus.
"The show is about to begin."
He thought to himself.
…
In front of Fu Qinghai, at the far end of the passage, a huge figure appeared. He had heavy shoulder armor taller than his helmet and was half a head taller than Fu Qinghai. His body was like a door panel, covering the entire passage and blocking the way of Fu Qinghai and Qiao Shida.
Between his legs hung a loincloth-like battle flag with the word "Emperor" inscribed on it. The font was crooked and full of irony. Obviously, it would be more appropriate to translate it as "Fake Emperor".
Classic tactical dreadnought armor.
Iron Cavalry Terminator.
Finally, something exciting has arrived...
Fu Qinghai grinned grimly, retracted the Blue Blade, pulled out the Blue Fang, took a step forward and was about to rush forward, but the Terminator suddenly raised a handful of heavy bombs in his hand, and the wide plate-shaped ammunition chain was connected to the ammunition box behind him.
"Fuck!"
Fu Qinghai grabbed Qiao Shida and hid in the cabin next door.
"BOOM BOOM BOOM BOOM BOOM BOOM!"
The roar of heavy bombs was heard.
"Come out and die, you coward of the White Scars!"
The Terminator pulled the trigger and stepped forward.
Qiao Shida took off an armor-piercing grenade from his waist and threw it out.
"boom--"
The continuous sound of grenade launchers paused for a moment, then immediately started again, sending metal fragments flying from the hatch next to the cabin. Bullet holes as big as a human head almost ate away the cabin wall. Suddenly, there was a crisp jamming sound, and the heavy bombs stopped.
Without hesitation, Fu Qinghai rushed out from behind the hatch, holding a huge square-pointed hammer in both hands. The hammer head drew a half circle in the air and hit the Terminator's front breastplate hard.
"Boom—"
A deafening explosion like a huge bell echoed in the narrow passage, and the Terminator's chest armor was dented on the spot, and blood oozes out of his breathing valve.
However, the injury of a sunken sternum was not enough to kill an Astartes. The Terminator took advantage of the situation and took two steps back, throwing away the jammed heavy bomb in his hand, and pulled out a double-edged power axe, chopping it down on the head.
The inertia hammer needs to rotate to accumulate inertia to be effective. After Fu Qinghai finished hitting with the hammer, his moves were outdated and he had no chance to swing the hammer a second time. Qiao Shida's eyes were wide open and he was about to pounce on Fu Qinghai and knock him away.
"Bang!"
Qiao Shida was stunned.
The Emperor's soldiers and mortal crew members who were about to arrive behind the Terminator were also stunned.
Fu Qinghai grasped the handle of the power giant axe with one hand.
Joe Star, who was close, could hear the violent groans of the electronic muscle fiber bundles in the Terminator's armor, the harsh roar of the energy reactor behind the Terminator, and even guess how the warrior inside was gritting his teeth, tensing his muscles, and trying his best at this moment...
However, the axe handle did not move at all.
It can neither be pushed down nor pulled out.
For the Emperor's sake, that's a fucking Iron Knight Terminator...
Qiao Shida was completely stunned.
That is the original model of all tactical dreadnought armors, the heaviest and largest, most defensive, and highest power-enhancing Terminator armor. Apart from being too expensive and too slow, it has almost no disadvantages.
The crowd behind the Terminator was also stunned.
What kind of Space Marine could wrestle with the two hands of a Terminator with only one hand?
Fu Qinghai held the axe handle with one hand, seemingly effortlessly, and even used his free hand to draw the chainsaw sword from his waist.
"Buzz~"
"Buzz!"
Two completely different buzzing and vibrating sounds were heard.
"Uh ah, forget it!"
The emperor's warrior wearing Terminator armor roared angrily, instantly loosened the axe handle, suddenly sank his shoulders, kicked with his heavy feet, and rushed directly towards Fu Qinghai with his huge body.
He didn't believe that the other party could cut through the Terminator's heavy armor with just the chainsword!
I won't believe it!
Absolutely not...
"Squeak, squeak, squeak, squeak… squeak!"
Fu Qinghai took a step back, steadied his body, and placed his right palm on the Terminator's shoulder. The chainsaw sword in his left hand had already pierced through the Terminator's abdominal armor, crushing all the internal organs in his chest and abdomen into a pot of thick porridge of blood and flesh.
If the scene was slowed down a thousand times, you could clearly see that as soon as the vibrating sawtooth tip touched the armor, it instantly synchronized with the vibration of the armor itself. High-frequency vibration + single-molecule sharpening + adamantium alloy made cutting the Terminator armor as smooth as cutting butter.
Blue Fang, Tuned Sword!
The giant, like a mountain of armored armor, slowly fell down.
Revealing the dazed faces of the people behind.
"Ahhh—"
The morale of the mortal crew members dropped to freezing point and they turned around and fled.
"Retreat, retreat first!"
The Space Marines called each other and decided to withdraw in waves, using the terrain and heavy weapons to reorganize the defense line.
A line of defense against one person.
Fu Qinghai picked up the heavy explosive bomb on the ground with one hand, and tapped the connection between the bolt and the ammunition belt twice with the other hand. With a "click", the barrel of the gun became smooth again. Fu Qinghai clamped the heavy explosive bomb under his armpit, pressed the trigger, stepped forward, and fired with all his strength.
"BOOM BOOM BOOM BOOM BOOM BOOM!"
This time it was Fu Qinghai's turn to chase others and shoot randomly!
Here it comes.
The man who shoots heavy explosives with one hand, here he comes.
Having experienced the experience of catching the Terminator's powerful blow with one hand before, Qiao Shida actually felt that the scene before him... was very reasonable.
What are heavy explosive bombs? When mortal troops use heavy explosive bombs, even a tough troop like the Catachan Jungle Corps, where every man is a Rambo, they still have to set up recoil devices, hoes and plows on the position like using a cannon before they can open fire.
(Except Sly Mabo)
The heavy and huge gun was like a docile kitten under Fu Qinghai's arm. The muzzle did not jump at all, and the trajectory was straight and stable. The ammunition chain of the heavy bomb was connected to the ammunition box behind the Terminator. Fu Qinghai stood in place and emptied all the stocks. Looking at the conference hall that was cleared out in front of him, he threw down the heavy bomb, turned around, and ordered:
"continue."
The words haven't been finished yet.
A shrill and noisy electronic sound came from a distance.
Accompanied by a loud shout:
"Welcome two new listeners to the cruiser Carol of Joy!"
A Space Marine with a pale and swollen head, holding a huge speaker that looks like both a weapon and a musical instrument. His skin is hideous, his eyes are bloodshot, and the breathing valve embedded in half of his face has been replaced by a distorted and exaggerated sound amplifier. Vertical grilles made of black steel prop up his upper and lower jaws, directly connecting to his modified and replaced throat, vocal cords and lungs.
"I shall compose a hymn to my perfect genetic father, Fulgrim, and the joyous Dark Prince, the Grand Keeper of Secrets!"
"Please enjoy the following——"
"The False Emperor's Deathly Wailing Song."
It's a noise warrior!
The glorious double-headed eagle on its chest has been replaced by a twisted and chaotic demonic emblem, and its body has been implanted with a blasphemous creation of abominable xenos, which must be the work of Fabius Bile. Nothing can stimulate the senses of these Slaanesh warriors anymore, only the maddening and terrifying noise can give him a little satisfaction.
Fu Qinghai's mind was racing.
Qiao Shida gritted his teeth and clenched the power claw in his hand:
"Blasphemy!"
"No!" Fu Qinghai pressed Qiao Shida's shoulder.
"Retreat, retreat first..."
"BOOM——"
The sound waves turned into layers of spreading transparent rings, distorting the air, tearing the cabin wall, and heading straight for Fu Qinghai and Qiao Shida!
The two Space Marines, like two paper men, were instantly blown away by the psychic sound waves.
The Noise Marines struck up their instruments, shouting wildly,
"Hail, hail with all your might, White Scars! Standing before you is the chief singer of the Emperor's Children Legion. Or at least she once was."
All the debris in the battleship's passage was cleared away in an instant by the continuous psychic screams. The blood turned into thin threads and disappeared, the corpses turned into blood mist and flesh scraps, and the bullet shells turned into twisted fragments.
"BOOM! BOOM! BOOM!"
The restless rhythm rises and falls.
The auditory receptors on the side of Fu Qinghai's helmet exploded into a ball of sparks, and dirty black blood gushed out of Lehman's ears. He rolled and crawled to pick up the fallen Qiao Shida and hid in a cabin. Half of the bald warrior's helmet had been cracked, revealing his dazed and dazed face, and blood plasma mixed with eardrum fragments on the side of his ear.
The Noise Warrior puffed up his lungs and screamed,
"Louder, louder! Hahaha, let the false emperor's lackeys collapse in our disturbing sonic boom!"
"Praise the Prince of Joy, praise the Highest Voice!"
The desperate virus is already running at full speed, repairing Fu Qinghai's superhuman ears. Fu Qinghai puts Qiao Shida, who has lost his combat effectiveness, in an empty cabin. The cabin wall cannot completely block the penetration of sound waves, and there are still continuous psychic magic sounds echoing.
Fu Qinghai drew out the explosive pistol from his waist, rushed out of the cabin, and pointed the gun at the noise fighter.
In the impact of the sound waves that resounded through the passage, Fu Qinghai's armor was covered with scratches, and even the bone-white paint was almost gone.
Seeing that the White Scar warrior was still standing in front of him, the Noise Warrior who was playing music crazily had his face distorted by the sound waves. He almost emptied his lungs in order to defeat this opponent. The crazy and cathartic singing filled his mind with excitement, pain and ecstatic climax.
Fu Qinghai tried hard to steady his hand and pulled the trigger hard.
"Da da da da da!"
Phase iron bombs were fired one after another. Some of them were deflected by the psychic screams, and some were slowed down by the sonic booms, but most of them still hit the noise warriors who did not dodge or evade.
His screams and music were interrupted. He raised his head in anger and glared at Fu Qinghai. He was about to mobilize the psychic power blessed by Slaanesh again, when suddenly, the bullets embedded in the power armor and broken flesh melted and turned into streams of molten iron. They penetrated into his body through the cracks in the armor and mixed with his bones, flesh and blood.
"Ahhhhhh!"
The Noise Warrior dropped the Doomsday Whistle in his hand and scratched his whole body frantically. He even dug his fingernails into his throat and forcibly pried open the bone plates on his chest, but the pain could not be relieved.
His body was twisted into a ball, curled up on the floor in cruel and painful state.
Fu Qinghai slowly approached the body of the Noise Warrior.
He lay on the ground, his eyes lifeless, still mumbling something.
Fu Qinghai came over and heard him say:
"It feels so good... so good, oh, the extreme pain, it feels so good..."
His head tilted and he finally died.
"Hold."
Fu Qinghai spat and cursed.
The enemy's mumbling before his death diluted the joy of his victory.
The followers of Slaanesh are a combination of sadists and masochists.
Fu Qinghai looked gloomy and called Camille on the communication channel:
"Doctor, doctor, come quickly, there are wounded people here who need treatment."
...
(End of this chapter)