"Get over it and don't vomit in the laboratory, otherwise my servitors will be very distressed."
Castia 02's detection equipment monitored a rapid heartbeat, and immediately asked the servo skull to bring a medicine bottle, which contained a pungent-smelling grass ball.
Alexander pushed away the servo skull and did not dare to speak. The veins in his hand holding the operating table were throbbing.
Although he often saw blood during battles, the physical reaction of seeing his limbs being manipulated so wantonly still made his stomach churn.
Fortunately, the servitor on the operating table only needs to be replaced with a prosthetic limb and can continue to shine for the empire.
After the docking was completed with a click, Castia 02 released all the mechanical claws on its back, and the two servitors supported their companion who had just gotten off the operating table and walked towards the depths of the laboratory.
"It seems that you are very adaptable and tolerant, meeting the cultivation needs of a sage."
Castia lowered her head and carefully scanned Alexander's facial expression, and the red prosthetic eyes hidden under the hair moved frequently.
"If we rely on mechanical analysis to make the decision, I don't know how many people in the empire will be completely disappointed."
Alexander jumped down from the stool and rubbed his stomach to suppress the feeling of vomiting. Psychologically, if undergoing surgery was just a necessary act, it actually didn't seem so unbearable.
Castia 02 didn't care about the opinions that were contrary to hers, and took the lead towards the small laboratory on the side.
"Follow me, there is an experimental site specially built for you."
Alexander fanned the oily smell in front of his nose and took two quick steps to follow.
The two stepped into the laboratory. The incandescent light suddenly turned on, which was a bit dazzling. The tailor-made small operating table was enough for Alexander to do whatever he wanted.
"Put on the lab coat, and the next practical operation will have two aspects, the transformation of the biological servitor and the replacement of the wet parts prosthetic limb."
"Simple prosthetic limb modification is the most suitable teaching material for beginners like you."
Castia threw over a pure white lab coat. After the mechanical claw pressed the knob on the operating table, the floor-to-ceiling curtains were raised to reveal a semi-open glass room, in which stood nearly a hundred standby biological machines. Servant, these are just some of the bodies that need to be replaced on the Phalanx.
"That's a lot, are you sure?"
Alexander looked at the servitor phalanx through the glass in a daze. There were too many transformation surgeries to be done on the first day. Could this be reliable?
"certainly."
Castia 02 thoughtfully handed over two laser scalpels. The mechanical claw pushed Alexander to stand in front of the experimental table and held down his hand to perform the surgery accurately.
The cold-colored blades cut across the machine's bone joints, and dark red engine oil spattered outwards. The dry prosthetic limbs were randomly thrown into the trash can for recycling, and the pure white lab coat was gradually stained with oil stains.
"Keep your hand steady before cutting, and use force to chop the bones."
vomit!
"Restrain your physiological reaction. This is just an ordinary operation. Be cautious when removing the prefrontal lobe."
vomit! ! !
Alexander firmly grasped the straw bag sent by the servo skull and pressed it on his face. His other hand reached into the servitor's head and stirred it gently.
What is unexpected is that this kind of prefrontal lobe removal surgery from the 20th century can be revived in the M30 era.
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Buzz! ! ! Didi didi!
A piercing alarm, accompanied by red lights, illuminated the entire Phalanx.
This is the siren for daily routine inspections to check on personnel and report on work progress.
Alexander has been aboard the Mountain Town for nearly 6 months of space travel and biomodification internship.
Time is chaotic in the subspace. The bow and stern of a battleship can even differ by more than ten hours, requiring multiple time adjustments to unify orders.
In order to be able to navigate the subspace normally, humans have created a Geller stance that isolates the chaotic creatures in the subspace. However, even so, there are still Astra Militarum and ship work forces who cannot tolerate the pollution of chaos.
Therefore, the Astartes will cooperate with daily inspections and carry out loyal executions of some personnel who have been contaminated.
"My brother, trust the weapon in your hand, look for the weak point and hit hard."
The arena on the Phalanx was filled with shouts. Rogal Dorn stood in the field and guided Alexander in an armed duel. The battle between him and Sigismund had entered a fever pitch.
The Imperial Guards stood on the first floor, surrounded by Astartes warriors wearing various colors of ceramite armor. Most of the spectators on the second and third floors were ordinary Astra Militarum and some Astartes warriors on leave.
This was one of the longest battles so far. Both of them had been fighting for a full hour without a winner, and the hot steam spread out from the top of their heads.
"Your Highness is mighty and challenges two hundred consecutive victories!"
"Sigismund, are you okay?"
During the intermission, Guardsman Allen Weir took the initiative to help wipe the weapons with a look of fake concern.
These members of the Guards are the ones who like to use fire to pull people into trouble. After all, they have become one of the glorious history of Alexander's 188 undefeated records.
However, they still invited the Legion's chief pharmacist, Tyro Wilbur, to escort them.
"The loser doesn't have to speak."
Sigismund responded unceremoniously, just like Dorn. After the break, he stood up and shouted to the people on the high platform.
"Those who haven't been on the court are you to you. You go ahead and the venue will be handed over to you right away."
Alexander watched as Sigismund jumped onto the stage with his power sword and power ax in hand, and the two stood there smiling at each other, preparing for the final confrontation.
"Sigismund, you are very strong and will never stop winning the company championship in the future. Are you interested in joining my legion?"
"I am a warrior of the Imperial Fists, and I obey the orders of Lord Rogal Dorn."
Sigismund held the two-handed giant sword and turned it around in a circle to accumulate inertia. This was a move he created in order to fight against enemies who were stronger than him.
In the future, Sigismund was known as the first warrior of the Astartes under the Primarch. He was the Champion of the Emperor and the first Grand Marshal of the Black Templars.
Listening to these names, you will know how exaggerated his strength and potential are, but he eventually fell into the hands of aging and Abaddon, the chosen one of the four gods.
Perhaps, when Alexander masters Primaris surgery, he can rejuvenate this veteran to continue serving the Empire, like Dante of the Blood Angels Legion, and other aging warriors.
"Haha, you guys are really great. I like the Imperial Fists very much, except for your stubborn character of course."
Alexander no longer dwelled on this, and clap his weapon hard to make a loud noise to signal that the battle had officially begun.
This time, the two of them did not fight together in an instant like before. Both sides had already completed a peek at their strength. As long as one mistake was caught, it would probably become one of the glorious records of the other side.
The sound of ceramic steel armor clicking on the metal arena was heard. The two men stared at each other's faces. The distance began to shorten with the sound of footsteps, and the wind brought by the spinning of the giant swords in both hands could already blow onto Alexander's face.
With a buzzing sound, Sigismund's rotation of the sword in both hands suddenly accelerated. The wind blade directly struck the corner of Alexander's eye, followed by a powerful move to split Huashan.
Because the distance was too close, Alexander immediately raised his power ax at an angle to block the two-handed giant sword. Another killing move was to stab the power sword under Sigismund's armpit.
Bang~!
There was a long metal collision, and the ax shaft was stuck firmly on the metal platform. Alexander immediately threw it away.
After Sigismund slashed the power ax with his giant sword, he just used the huge inertia to drive his body to move half a step to the left, and used the sword grid to block the incoming power sword.
However, when he saw Alexander decisively let go of the hand holding the sword, the hairs all over his body stood up instantly.
Two crisp sounds, "dong dong",
Alexander bent his knees and jumped forward, and his hands wearing power fists struck Sigismund's thighs and abdomen directly. Spider-web-like cracks bloomed in the ceramite armor under the huge force.
Immediately, the yellow figure was hit hard and hit the wall outside the arena, causing a wave of air.
