Chapter 17 Hongshun

After resting all day, Fu Qinghai, who had calmed down, wore a simple linen robe and followed Wo Kuotai's wheelchair towards the familiar dark and gloomy corridor deep inside the battleship.

Inside Master Quinto's laboratory.

The naked Fu Qinghai was fixed in a semi-open training cabin, next to Master Quinto's operating table.

Not only was his clothes stripped off, but the hair all over his body and even in the gaps was shaved clean.

Master Quinto's servitor assistant is really good at shaving. The eight robotic arms are very flexible and can control the razor up and down like flying.

Ogedei and Talal are gone, and only Master Quinto and a few of his servitors are left here.

Master Quinto was silent, lowering his head to adjust the sharp drill bit at the end of the metal pipe in his hand.

Fu Qinghai glanced sideways. These metal tubes, thick or thin, large and small, would eventually break through the skin and muscles and insert into his body.

At this moment, Fu Qinghai's thoughts began to diverge again.

Become a Space Marine.

Fu Qinghai had never thought about it before.

But when Wokuotai put this option in front of him, he didn't hesitate at all.

Legend has it that Space Marines have no such worldly desires and lead a puritan-like ascetic life.

Legend has it that Space Marines cannot reproduce and can only rely on gene seeds to pass on.

But Fu Qinghai didn't care about any of this.

Become a Space Marine and become stronger!

This is enough. In the Warhammer 40K universe, is there any more stable and direct way to become stronger than becoming a Space Marine?

In this man-eating universe, how can we survive without getting stronger?

"It's begun." Master Quinto's hoarse voice sounded next to him.

Fu Qinghai calmed down, cleared his mind of distracting thoughts, and slowly cleared his mind.

My back hurt, and I felt a cold, tubular foreign object inserted into my chest.

Then his vision went dark and he lost consciousness.

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Outside the steel gate, in the dim corridor.

Ogedei and Talal walked side by side.

As they walked, Wo Kuotai suddenly whispered:

"The swan flies high and flies thousands of miles. May this little eagle survive this disaster and soar freely over the grassland."

The poetry of the Chogris flourished.

"...Locke is not a Chogris." Talal was speechless when faced with the sudden awkward poems and metaphors from his companions.

Eagles are noble in Chogris culture. For example, the White Scar Primarch Chagatai Khan had a title called "War Eagle".

"Although Locke is not a Chogris, he is indeed a little eagle, and he has great ambitions."

The survival rate of Space Marine transformation surgeries is very low. Not everyone can withstand so many complicated surgeries. Even with careful selection of candidates, the Human Empire can still only use human lives to pile up.

It was just an unintentional idea, and both Ogedai and Talal were mentally prepared.

Prepare to receive the news that Fu Qinghai died due to failed surgery.

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