When he woke up for the last time, he became a giant.
He thought he had adapted to the change, but for a long time, Bahram was still surprised by the changes in his physiology.
The changes were very significant for him. At the same time, during the period when he was undergoing transformation, hypnosis and brainwashing were also subtly changing the behavior pattern of his character. Suddenly he was able to realize some of the tiny details: He could realize You can see the swing range of your hands, feel the ripples of power rippling through your body, or feel the rush of blood pumping from the heart in your chest.
Then consciousness reminds him how much his body has changed.
Once, he was a mortal, a boy, and a woman brought him into the world.
Like all mortals, he naturally feels the limitations of this life-giving body. As the years pass, his muscles will weaken, his bones will become loose and loose, and his body will become sluggish.
Under normal circumstances, his life span is only fifty or sixty years old at most, or even shorter.
And in the lower levels of the hive, dangers are everywhere, and even the slightest wound may become infected and turn into a fatal wound.
He was once just an ordinary human being, and there were thousands of ways to easily turn a living person into a slave of Death.
The appearance of the Astral Knight changed everything, and he himself seized that fleeting opportunity.
Finally, after enduring untold hardships and countless visits from the God of Death, he was transformed into a brand new person, from the inside out, from body to mind.
At this moment, he was completely different from ordinary people.
Science, technology and magical gene-seeds worked together in him, and he was recast in a direction more suitable for war.
The boy Bahram Tate of the past is dead, and now in this body is a warrior named Bahram Tate.
Mortal desires and thoughts have left him. Family affection and love have turned into bubbles dancing in the sun, both real and illusory, and finally disappeared in the depths of the iron heart.
Only occasionally, I dream back in the middle of the night when I wake up from the transformation.
He would still think of the hut on the low hill, of the salt fields, of--
Things that don't matter.
"Bahram?"
A voice woke him up from his thoughts. He turned his head and saw other people emerging from the nutrition cabin one after another. They were also covered in gelatin and left pools of sticky liquid on the ground.
Then, he saw a slightly familiar face.
"Haomo..."
He could hardly believe what he was seeing.
Haoma had become almost unrecognizable to him. The man was as tall as the other monks and fully mature in body.
Although their mental age is not even that of an adult, they are truly beyond that.
The man in front of him has strong muscles, enough to redefine the human physique. At the same time, his face embodies the unique aura of a warrior, possessing unparalleled toughness like a statue.
The most extraordinary thing was that even with all the changes, Bahram could still tell that this was his friend.
"It's great that we all made it through."
Bahram nodded and looked around for a moment.
There were 18 people in total, among whom he only knew Hao Mo, Rogge, Oscar, and Dade, but Kaelisa, who had tried the foursome in the first place, was nowhere to be seen.
Then his fate is obvious.
Recalling that there were so many candidates, but only 18 people made it to the last step, Bahram felt mixed emotions for a while.
In principle, they were all already Astartes, save for the final step of surgery, the implantation of a black carapace.
"Come on, recruits."
At this time, Pastor Yazdan, who had been standing in the hall, spoke.
"Everyone gather here."
"Yes, sir."
When Bahram opened his mouth, he was startled by his rich voice.
He swallowed, feeling that his throat was different from before.
The priest noticed Bahram and let out a deep laugh.
"There is no 'adult' here. After your service period in the Scout Company is over, recruit, you can call me 'brother', and I will call you the same."
After saying this, the priest gave everyone a robe.
Bahram noticed that although Rogge's appearance had changed a lot after the transformation, his temperament was still the same as before, with an indescribable melancholy, but more of a fanaticism.
The other party also noticed him, but had no intention of saying hello to him.
Then, under the leadership of the chaplain, the recruits left the medical area, passed through a long tunnel, and arrived at a lifting platform.
These flat steps are not only huge, but also luxuriously decorated, with ornate metal lamps on the armrests.
As they climbed onto the platform, it slowly began to rise, taking them to another, more spacious space.
This was a place twice the size of the hall they had stayed in before. The surrounding walls were made of raw stone, with murals of the Astartes fighting on them.
But they did not stop here, but moved outward along the center line of the hall, and finally walked outside.
At this moment, there was the open sky above their heads and slightly moist rocks under their feet.
Bahram looked around in amazement and breathed in the fresh air.
The sky here is as blue as in my hometown. The courtyard is surrounded by walls higher than the cliff, and more than a dozen statues are filled with various weapons.
Under their feet were many layers of terraced land with many green things growing on them. The rich smell of the fertile soil reached them.
Not far away, a tall tower pointed pointedly at the sky.
The machine slaves walked around awkwardly, taking care of the plants. Fifty Astartes wearing silver-gray robes stopped aside and watched the recruits pass by, their faces hidden under their hoods. .
The courtyard was at least a mile square, and the figure on the other side was as small as a salt ant in a salt pond compared with the statue beside it.
They soon crossed the courtyard, the Space Marines striding them to another set of stairs leading upward.
A lobby with a black stone dome appeared in front.
At the other end of the lobby was a series of huge windows, with nothing in the middle. Bahram saw the mountains outside gradually blending into the blue sky, and the horizon was dyed pink by the red sun.
The edges of the windows were dyed with images of saints.
And the Emperor is everywhere, looking down from niches, flying through the air supported by carefully arranged stone pillars, or pointing his sword at the sky.
No one told them what the places they just passed were used for.
Under the guidance of the priest, they passed through the aisle next to a lobby.
Like other amazing sights around them, they fell behind them and were replaced by other equally amazing things.
The black steel door was opened, the Astral Knights lined up on both sides of the door, and the recruits were taken to a church.
A lone beam of light passed through the thick wall of the fortress monastery, and on the other side thirty meters away was a rose-red window.
The walls were carved from black stone and inlaid with many rare minerals. The Space Marines' armor was dyed silver-grey, their eyepieces shone with obsidian, and scrolls and medals adorned their chests.
“This is our church.”
The priest said loudly:
"You will meditate here for three days and three nights, carefully thinking about your own destiny and value, and memorizing the Codex Astartes."
As they spoke, the attendants placed a thick holy book in front of each of them.
The Codex Astartes is not only about dividing the Legions of Astartes. In fact, the Codex Astartes is all-inclusive, covering everything from firearms maintenance to tactical commands. It can be said to be the best enlightenment reading for Astartes recruits. . (The regent was actually very attentive back then.)
"No one is allowed to leave their position or speak. Am I clear?"
"yes!"
The recruits answered neatly, and then the priest left the church, and the door slammed shut with a heavy friction sound.
Thus began Bahram's first day as an Astartes.
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