Chapter 215 Alchemist and Alchemist

Camille is treating the injured Skitarii soldiers.

Two rangers dragged a wounded vanguard soldier who had fallen to the ground to Camille. Camille reached out and untied his pot-lid helmet, revealing a woman's face.

Oh, a female soldier?

Camille was slightly stunned.

The Crusaders have a large number of prosthetic modifications and mechanical components covering their bodies, making it difficult to tell whether they are male or female.

Her face was pale, not from injuries, but from scars left by radiation and war. Her only hair had been shaved down to her scalp, and it was as dry as red sand. Her eyelids were gone, and her eyeballs were covered by goggle-like optical arrays filled with blessed ointment. The mechanical prosthetic eyes kept flashing, recording information to be transmitted to their masters in orbit.

"What's wrong with you?"

Camille asked.

The vanguard soldier grinned. Her skin was dry and peeling, and she had very few teeth, leaving only a broken gum.

"I'm not feeling well anywhere, sir."

"But this is a blessing bestowed upon me by the God of All Things."

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

"Where are you damaged?"

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

Camille lifted the rusty red tattered robe, untied the incomplete armor on the female soldier's chest, and saw the burnt red and black flesh. Camille's mind moved, and the mechanical servo arm on the medical backpack stretched out as nimbly as an iron snake, and the needle injected nanoparticles into the vanguard soldier's body.

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

"Sir, what is this?"

"Medical Nanomechanical Particles."

Camille concentrated on the treatment and said without looking up.

"Is that some Micro-Ohm Messianic thing?"

The female soldier continued to ask.

Camille raised her head.

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

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

The female soldier explained.

Camille thought that this old guy really would not miss any opportunity to change other people's minds. If you don't go to academic forums to debate with others, what's the point of doing propaganda in the Crusades?

Camille heard from Qingshan that the way the Mechanicus resolved academic disputes was through war, and whoever had the stronger fist was right. Considering the Moon of Glavia, she 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 bodies of the Iron Warriors. First give them to Master Quinto to identify the mutations, and then store them in the Brotherhood's gene bank."

"As you command, Khan."

Camille replied.

Fu Qinghai contacted the research vessel on the communication channel:

"Master Vanak."

"I can hear you, Aoyama."

"I need you to help me decontaminate a ship, Master, a Tarasque-class transport ship. I'm not sure if its Cogitator system has been infected by electronic demons."

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

Master Vanak is very easy to talk to.

This is the work of a logician.

…

Fu Qinghai is taking inventory of the seized items.

In addition to the transport ship itself, there were three Land Raiders, a Predator tank, two Rhino personnel carriers, which were determined to be worth repairing after the war, and a number of fuel and ammunition supplies.

Master Vanak would purge the vehicle of its contaminated Cogitator systems, and the mortal crew would clean the foul, fetid engine room, break and file the metal spikes on the hull, and repaint over the blasphemous graffiti on the hull.

Camille collected a total of 18 Iron Warrior gene seeds. This harvest is not fixed, one Space Marine can produce two gene seeds, but the gene seeds take five to ten years to mature in the body of the Space Marine, and the new recruits who have served for a short time will not have them.

Overall, Fu Qinghai was right not to order a large-scale orbital bombing, and the Shenji Brotherhood reaped a lot of benefits.

If the entire canyon were flattened by orbital bombardment, all these spoils would be gone.

I didn't think about these issues when I was a soldier, but now that I have my own family, I have to be frugal.

…

No. 56 and Sartre Fran walked side by side to Fu Qinghai.

The Alpha Warrior said,

"You seem to know exactly how to deal with the enchanted warriors."

Enchanted Warriors are an extremely powerful elite unit, and it is common for one Enchanted Warrior to wipe out an Astartes tactical squad.

And Fu Qinghai's skillful look when killing the enchanted warriors was as if he had already expected to face them and had prepared countermeasures in advance.

Fu Qinghai said:

"When I was a rookie, I fought against the enchanted warriors of the Word Bearers. You've always asked me how I got promoted to company commander. This is why."

When Fu Qinghai first encountered this type of demon-possessed Space Marines on the planet Loswell 7, he reminded the Extreme Marines to switch to melee weapons.

When Fu Qinghai was chasing the little girl Mona on the lower deck of the Sothalan, he also found that the grenade launcher was almost ineffective against low-level demons like the pink terror demon.

At this point, No. 56 was puzzled:

"Why?"

"Why don't ranged weapons work?"

For the Emperor loves loyal close combat.

Only those who are brave in close combat can be blessed by E the Great Demon.

This is of course a joke.

Fu Qinghai thought about it seriously and said:

"I have the impression that the Demonic Inquisition has studied this phenomenon."

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

According to records, for some unknown reason, demons in their newly manifested state are almost unaffected by high-speed live ammunition and energy weapons. On the other hand, more primitive attacks, such as slashing with swords or burning these beings with fire, have been reported to have exaggerated effects.

"There is a theoretical hypothesis."

Fu Qinghai said:

"Demons are born from the emotions and feelings of intelligent creatures. For example, when humans committed their first murder, the demon Draconian was born in the warp, a demon without division that did not belong to the four gods of chaos."

"From this, one can speculate that what demons fear most are the weapons used by these ancient humans, who would not be hurt on a physical level, but would be hurt on a conscious level - through the primitive anticipation of pain."

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

"Okay, that's pretty ridiculous. So, when are you going to attack the warlord's castle?"

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

"It's in preparation. What stage has your mortal agent infiltration reached?"

Fu Qinghai asked.

The two changed the topic and started chatting.

"The nature of the subspace..."

"On the level of consciousness..."

On the contrary, Sartrefan, who was listening silently, was thoughtful about the theory put forward by Fu Qinghai, and thought about it in a low voice to himself.

…

Space orbit, the Fiery Horse cruiser, lower deck.

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

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

"Ms. Zhang Yuning, are you still there?"

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

"Why don't you sleep?"

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

"You've never slept in this long time on the ship."

The alchemist smiled and said,

"As you can see, I am meditating. I can use meditation to replace sleep."

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

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

"snort!"

The ghost nun uttered a heavy low groan and slowly turned into black smoke and disappeared.

Alchemist Guy closed his eyes and felt carefully. After making sure that the demon's breath had disappeared, he picked up the manuscript again. A line of unknown words was scribbled on the cover of the manuscript. If there was a scholar from the Jedi Temple Archives here at this moment, he would definitely exclaim in surprise.

That writing originated from an extinct race of red-skinned humanoids, a race that was naturally sensitive to the Force.

If this line of alien text is translated into Auribesh, the universal language of the Star Wars universe, it means:

Sith Alchemy

...

　There is one more chapter today.

(End of this chapter)