Fu Qinghai was placed in an empty room next to Wokuotai that belonged to a fallen Space Marine.
A single-person independent rest cabin is a very high treatment in a battleship. Ordinary crew members have cabins with 2-4 persons.
Fu Qinghai was picked up by Wo Kuotai very early.
There is no concept of morning and night in space, but Fu Qinghai just felt that he hadn't slept enough.
A sleepy-eyed Fu Qinghai followed Wo Kuotai in the bright and narrow crew passage.
Wokuotai said as he walked: "According to the normal process of the legion, hundreds of boys of school age selected by the Storm Prophet will undergo several years of closed training in the legion's monastery, and only the top few with outstanding results will be selected as acceptors. Alternatives to promotion surgery.”
Wo Kuotai looked forward, with a serious face, and said: "I am not a person who likes bad rules and going through the back door. No one is competing with you now, so you must be able to achieve the top three results in the monastery in the past before I will allow it. You participate in the promotion ceremony. Moreover, Master Quinto has a way to quickly cultivate super organs, and I will not give you two or three years."
“Within a year, you have to have the prerequisites to be transformed.”
Fu Qinghai asked: "What if I don't have it within a year?"
Ogedei turned his head and smiled solemnly: "Then I will give you an escape capsule, throw you from the spaceship, and you can swim back to Cheslatan by yourself."
Fu Qinghai swallowed. He was already several light years away from Cheslatan. Is it okay to swim back in an escape capsule?
As they walked, the two came to a gate with a danger warning sign.
Wokuotai verified his identity and the gate opened.
Inside is a huge steel cage, surrounded by various swords, guns, clubs and black long-range weapons.
Wokuotai pushed Fu Qinghai into the steel cage, then pressed a few buttons on the side, and the cage slowly closed.
Wokuotai said calmly: "Settings, lowest level intensity, stop threshold: mild disability."
"start up."
As Wokuotai finished speaking, Fu Qinghai instantly swept out an iron fist from his left side.
"Bang!" Fu Qinghai screamed and flew out, hit the side of the cage and bounced back to the ground.
"Completed, mildly disabled." An emotionless electronic sound sounded.
Fu Qinghai was still lying on the ground moaning.
Wo Kuotai curled up his lips and said with a smile: "Too weak."
…
In the frigate's dining room.
Wo Kuotai and Fu Qinghai sat opposite each other. Wo Kuotai crossed his arms and looked at Fu Qinghai in front of him and said:
"Your stomach is still that of an ordinary person. You can't take supplementary food specially designed for Space Marines, but it's always good to eat more to reserve energy."
Fu Qinghai looked up from a plate of rice and said with a grimace:
"But I can't eat anymore. I'm so full."
"Keep eating, you can only stop when I tell you to stop." Wokuotai's emotionless voice sounded.
The surrounding mortal crewmen looked here from time to time and whispered.
"I really can't eat anymore, it's stuck in my throat." Fu Qinghai said with a sad face.
"boom!"
Wokuotai raised his hand and pushed Fu Qinghai's head into the pile of rice. The plate and table were shaking.
…
After that came the devil’s special training day after day.
The training before promotion is more about physical exercise and the polishing of mental willpower. Skill training and tactical learning are more about after promotion. After all, Space Marines have an almost unlimited lifespan. As long as they can be promoted successfully, they will have a lot of money. Time can be spent learning military skills.
But even if it was just physical training and mental willpower polishing, judging from Wo Kuotai's strength standards, it was still enough for Fu Qinghai.
Under constant high-intensity training day after day, month after month, Fu Qinghai has blurred the concept of time, cannot detect the passage of time, and has blurred his memory. He has gradually forgotten that he came from the earth in his previous life, and that he has returned to the earth. The world of reincarnation.
During this period, the voice from the world of reincarnation never sounded again.
Thanks to the advanced medical technology in the Warhammer world and the occasional care from Master Quinto.
No matter how Wokuotai tortured Fu Qinghai the day before, he could recover as before the next day, but the memory of pain would not dissipate with the recovery of his body, and would still be imprinted in his mind.
Except for a brief subspace jump just after leaving Cheslatan's outer orbit, the entire frigate so far still relies on sub-light speed engines to sail at "turtle speed" in the vast and empty space.
The boring voyage also gave Wo Kuotai a lot of time to torture Fu Qinghai.
Each Legion has different criteria for selecting Space Marine candidates. Some legions like to play a desperate battle royale and eliminate the last ones; some legions use certain designated behemoths as assessment targets.
Fu Qinghai could sense that Wo Kuotai also had obsessions in his heart. His behavior of recruiting new recruits on the frigate was not in line with the rules of the empire and the legion, so he hoped that Fu Qinghai was good enough to prove that his vision was correct.
Before I knew it, four months had passed.
Training cage.
Wearing only a pair of training shorts, naked and scarred Fu Qinghai stood in the center.
He lowered his head, bent his back, and panted.
"Drip - low level intensity, one hour, completed."
An emotionless electronic sound sounded overhead.
Wogotai outside the training cage looked at the tired young man and smiled with satisfaction.
He didn't tell Fu Qinghai that the training cage was a training aid specially designed for space warriors. Even at the lowest intensity level, it was not something a mortal could bear.
Mortals are not allowed to enter the training cage at all. In the past, the promotion and selection of Space Marines did not include training in the training cage. The top candidates of the so-called Legion Monastery had never entered the training cage before the transformation surgery. .
It wasn't that Wokuotai deliberately tortured Fu Qinghai to death. It was because the conditions on the frigate were poor and there were no specially designed training facilities like those in the legion monastery. He could only adapt to local conditions and try to give Fu Qinghai a training cage at sea.
Unexpectedly, he actually persisted.
The tall Talal quietly appeared next to Wo Kuotai at some point, and together they looked at Fu Qinghai who was resting in the training cage.
"Master Quinto said he is ready, but what about this child? Is he ready?"
Wo Kuotai chuckled and said, "Very good."
The burly man sitting in a wheelchair continued: "This kid's basic physical condition is pretty good. He has not been contaminated by radiation, has no random hidden injuries, and has no weird drug addiction."
"This is quite rare for a slum boy from the lower levels of the hive city."
Wo Guotai narrowed his eyes and said: "The most important thing is, despite his usual playful smile with me, he actually persisted in these trainings, his tolerance for pain, his mental willpower... … I don’t know what’s going on in Locke’s head, but I know there’s something holding him up, something I can’t understand.”
Talal was noncommittal and said calmly: "Everyone who can become a Space Marine has a strong willpower."
Wo Kuotai hummed and said, "He also has other talents, you will see later."
Fu Qinghai, who was slumped in the training cage and gasping for air, could not hear what the two were saying even though he was only a few meters away from Wokuotai and Talal.
His black hair was wet with sweat and spread over his forehead.
His ears were buzzing at this time, and he couldn't hear anything. His whole brain was so dizzy that he could hardly think.
Fu Qinghai, who had just been freed from the endless saturation attacks from all directions, was almost exhausted at this moment.
This is his longest record.
After waiting for a long time, Fu Qinghai finally raised his head and looked at Wokuotai outside the cage.
Wokuotai nodded, indicating that he could come out.
Fu Qinghai stood up unsteadily and followed Wo Kuotai out of the cabin door.
Four months of high-intensity training had already overwhelmed Fu Qinghai's body.
Every organ and part of the human body has a different lifespan.
Excessive training and use will wear it out.
Fighters and football forwards are more likely to develop Alzheimer's disease after retirement, as are sprinters' knees, tennis players' elbows and basketball players' ankles.
But neither Wokuotai nor Fu Qinghai worried about this problem.
Because once promotion and reconstruction surgery begins, these problems will eventually be solved.
The transformation surgery of the Space Marines is not simply the transformation of artificial biochemical organs.
The transformation of artificial biochemical organs has already appeared in the barbaric technological era when the earth's warlords were fighting. Various uncontrolled genetic technologies developed wildly, bringing all kinds of modified warriors to fight fiercely on the earth Terra.
However, it was only the Emperor who led his Thunder Warriors, an unstable version of the original Space Marines, who conquered and unified the Earth.
It is said that the Space Marines' genetic modification technology originated from a deal between the Emperor and the evil gods of the subspace, rather than a simple technological invention and innovation.
Moreover, it is said that the Emperor finally played tricks on the evil gods of the subspace. No one knows what the Emperor promised to the evil gods of the subspace, but he did not fulfill his promise.
So the evil gods banished the embryonic cultivation chambers of twenty Primarchs to all corners of the universe through an accident.
This is all a story for later.
What I want to explain here is: the transformation surgery of space warriors is different from the general biochemical organ transformation.
In a sense, this is indeed a sublimation of life levels.
…
In a dark and small cabin, there was a table and two chairs.
Fu Qinghai was sitting two meters away from the table. In front of the table were Ogedai and Talal.
"Ahem..." Talal coughed dryly, cleared his throat, and said, "According to normal procedures, officials from the Ministry of Military Affairs should be reviewing you now, but we..."
Ogedei raised his hand to interrupt Talal and said:
"No need to engage in formalism. I'm not interested in your life experience in the lower levels of the hive. I only have one question for you, Locke."
"Why do you know about the rebellion within the White Scars Legion?"
After asking, Wo Kuotai stared into Fu Qinghai's eyes.
Fu Qinghai thought it was finally here.
The civil strife in the White Scars is known to the entire legion. In addition to the mortal crew members affiliated with the imperial military, there are also chroniclers from various worlds in the expedition fleet. They are civilians and do not understand military discipline and confidentiality regulations. However, It doesn't mean that the information about White Scar's civil strife has spread all over the world.
Communication in the Warhammer 40K universe is inherently difficult. The Space Marine legions can only rely on the intermittent words of the astropaths to communicate. When will it be Locke's turn to enjoy the astrological communication service, let alone the Dutch? As soon as Russ launched the rebellion, the evil gods in the subspace set off a subspace storm, and almost all astrological communications in the galaxy were cut off.
Since he didn't deceive anything that day, Fu Qinghai knew that the space warrior would definitely ask him for the source of the information, but he didn't expect that he would be so calm and wait until now to ask.
Fu Qinghai took a deep breath and said:
"I dreamed about it."
"Dream about it?" Ogedai and Talal asked in unison.
Obviously not mentally prepared for this answer.
"Yes, whether you believe it or not, I saw it in my dream anyway, and I firmly believe in what I saw in my dream."
Just open your mouth, whether you believe it or not.
Ogedai and Talal frowned and looked at each other, seeing what the other wanted to say from each other's eyes.
Psykers?
Ogedei and Talal thought of this at the same time.
There are many types of psykers, and prophecy is one of the major categories.
Wo Kuotai said in a deep voice: "You bastard, you'd better be honest and don't play tricks. This affects whether you can participate in promotion."
Fu Qinghai shrugged, leaned back on his chair, and stopped talking.
He looks like a dead pig who is not afraid of boiling water.
"The prophecy can see fragments of the future. Do you think this is a prophecy?" Talal asked, turning his head.
"If it's a psyker, this matter will be more complicated... It involves the Black Ship, the Navigator Family, the Psychic Academy, the Legion Think Tank..." After asking, Talal touched his chin and muttered to himself.
"..." Ogedai knew what Talal wanted to express. He was silent for a while and said:
"Didn't our pilot say anything when Locke came on board?"
Talal said: "This is exactly what I want to say. If Locke had psychic talent, Van Leer would have spoken long ago."
Wo Kuotai asked: "Is it because he is just an apprentice navigator that he can't tell?"
"Who knows." Talal pouted.
Affected by the subspace storm, this navigator has not been able to function for a long time. As a result, the Gladius has been unable to make subspace jumps and can only sail at sub-light speed.
The communications and transportation of the human empire are very dependent on the subspace. The human psykers are mutant humans who can communicate with the energy of the subspace. psykers are not welcome in most areas of the empire because they are dangerous and uncontrollable. But there are two exceptions for psykers. Astropaths communicate with all planets and fleets in the empire's territory, while navigators rely on the third eye on their foreheads to see the light of the Terra Star Torch and guide the fleet in the dangerous Asia. Navigating through space.
Seeing the two people chatting in front of him, Fu Qinghai didn't speak.
It takes countless lies to complete a lie. The more you tell, the more likely you are to make mistakes. The more you tell, the more mistakes you make.
The history of the White Scars Legion comes from the novels he read in his previous life. For him in this life, it is like a dream, and there is nothing wrong with saying that he only dreamed about it.
After discussing for a while and asking a few questions about Fu Qinghai's dream, Wo Kuotai made up his mind to go according to the original plan.
He made a decision and said: "Don't worry about those Roshi organizations. It's still not sure whether Locke has psychic talent. This kid is one of ours now. The matter of psychic powers will be discussed in the future when we meet Master Yesugei."
This simple political review meeting ended like this.
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