Chapter 504 So, are you my doctor? -
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When the Indomitable Star Fortress opened its stance, turned on its full power, and with Mka's subspace psychic laughter that was half joy and half anger, he skillfully escaped behind the curtain at the fastest speed. Confused but loyal, Macragge's fleet and other ships still had no idea what was happening on the ground.
They watched in confusion as the huge Ramirez-class star fort "jumped" into the subspace in a way that absolutely did not comply with the laws of physics and safety regulations, and began to discuss and speculate whether this was It is a performance test or a precursor to field installation of a new type of engine.
What had happened in the Hera Fortress and what happened later were quickly suppressed by the Ultramarines officers headed by Calgar.
This was thanks to the fact that several of the main senior officers of the Chapter were present and witnessed everything that happened: Chapter Master Calgar, Chief Thinker Tigris, Holy Lord Chaplain Cassius, Chief Apothecary Helix, First Captain Agman, Second Captain Sicarius, Fifth Captain Galenus and members of Calgar’s Honor Guard.
This impeccable lineup is enough to convince the rest of their peers with some amazing content, or to silence any doubts and curiosity from within and outside the chapter.
As a result, dozens of orders were quickly voted on at the shortest chapter meeting in nine thousand years, and were then issued and implemented vigorously and resolutely.
All Imperial citizens who purchased a one-day pilgrimage tour to the Sovereign Temple and a seven-day tour of Macragge, or similar local products, were politely but firmly coldly informed that Hera Fortress is currently open to traffic. While the period is closed, they can either choose a full refund or postpone the tour. As for the extension time? have no idea. what happened? No comment. Want to complain? Please fill out this complaint form and submit it to the Hera Fortress Guard Office.
And the members of the Inquisition, who had been treated at least superficially with courtesy by High Lord Macragge, found that they, along with the spies they had placed throughout the fortress over the years, had been uprooted, packed up and kicked out. Before they could realize what was happening, they were "politely" escorted by a group of armed Astartes into the "new" official residence arranged for them at the foot of the mountain.
Even the Mechanical Magos sent by several forge worlds in the Ultramar sector and who have been cooperating well with Macragge for ten thousand years are now being told that they need to temporarily return to their Mechanical Temples. Nothing happens. You are not allowed to go out at will.
Anything that intends to leave the skies above Macragge in the near future must obtain an order personally approved by Lord Calgar before it can be released. Any information sent must be reviewed by Hera Fortress. In order to be issued, they were informed that both the defense fleet and the battleships of the Adeptus Astartes were given the authority to fire first in an emergency and destroy any ship that dared to violate these temporary martial law regulations.
As a result, the originally relatively efficient administrative efficiency in the Macragge system and the Ultramar sector has now become comparable to that of the Imperial Military Department, with a large number of people and ships queuing up far beyond the carrying capacity. On Macragge's orbit and on the ground, anxiously waiting for permission to leave the port, it also brought great pressure to Macragge's material deployment.
Amid the oppressive silence of the Ultramarines and the panic of the mortal citizens, there was a righteous man, a businessman from the colonial planet in the Far East who had been doing business in Macragge for many years. Seeing this situation, he couldn't bear it, so he ordered his merchant fleet to set off from their colony, loaded with a large amount of food, fresh water, and some urgently needed daily necessities, and sailed to Macragge to provide the people here with urgent needs. supplies.
For a time, everyone praised him, and the reputation of this big businessman named "Kande Crutch", as well as his high-quality and low-price agricultural products and processed food and beverages, were matched with his cute handle. The cat's paw and red glove logo of the long-handled table fork became popular all over the world. Citizens and even mortal garrisons received the supplies this businessman gave him in times of need.
As the gratitude and praise he received increased, Mr. "Kant Kraj's" face became longer and longer, and it even made people worry about whether he would go bankrupt because of his good deeds. Everyone was worried about him. And full of gratitude, they have secretly discussed that as soon as Hera Fortress returns to normal order, they will jointly recommend the great businessman to the great lord and his royal family as an "honorary citizen of Macragge" and fight for him. Commendation.
In this regard, Mr. Kant Krach or His Highness Konrad Coze received more praise than he had received in his entire life for pinching his nose and doing good deeds because of some inevitable omen. The comment on this matter is "Stupid! Mortal people are always so short-sighted. They can only see what is beneficial to them in front of them, and they cannot consider what will happen after the sun rises the next day!" Of course, if this is said by him, When the teacher heard this, he would definitely tell him, "If mortals don't first think about how to survive until the next day, then they won't be able to see the sun rise at all. Who will care about the following things?"
However, Since Mr. Lamizane Carosini is now far away on the other side of the galaxy and time with his far-reaching fourth brother, and His Highness Konrad Coates has unfortunately been pressed by a certain librarian. He has learned the books, learned the rituals, and received the sincere tribute from his descendants and the people. He has lived the life of a "normal person". Even though he still has his own set of judgment standards, he can never do anything that goes against his current conscience. Things are coming.
Therefore, despite all his dissatisfaction, he could only squat in the city of Magna, the capital of Macragge, and grumble, listen to the bard's hymns, and try to defend this "although gloomy But a solid bachelor with a good family background" introduces the loud chatter of some professional matchmakers with local girls from good families outside the walls of their residences. ——By the way, I will patrol the Hera Fortress for my abducted brother every day, catch the blue birds and pink tentacles that suddenly appear in the corners from time to time, and finally wait and see what happens——This matter is still far away It’s not over yet.
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The Hera Fortress itself and its derivatives have been expanded hundreds of times in the past nine thousand years, and in the process countless Gothic fortresses, fortifications, and rooms and buildings for various purposes were added.
These later buildings were so layered, complicated, and experienced so many wars, aging, demolition, temporary appropriation and modifications that Robert Guilliman himself was actually a child. The house that later served as the Archon of Macragge, along with those memories and records, have long been lost in the long river of time.
Therefore, the fastest, most reasonable and safest place where the body of their father's "suspected saint" can be cared for and healed is undoubtedly the only private residence of Manius Calga.
A team of Honor Guard members carefully but quickly carried a heavily covered medical cabin, surrounded by many servitors holding medicine bottle holders, surgical instruments, and other miscellaneous items. , under the command of the chief pharmacist, personally escorted by the three company commanders and the priest master, the people among them were sent to Calgar's residence, and the chief think tank director personally arranged the surrounding psychic defense measures.
As for the High Lord Macragge himself, he also entered this place after handling the necessary administrative matters and issuing orders. Then the place was closely guarded by more Space Marines, and no one was allowed. near.
"Helix, Tigris, Maxim, how is the situation?" The Lord of Ultramar stepped into his private room. His steps were slightly longer than usual, showing that this person always had more than his age and experience. The calm commander felt uneasy at the moment.
This empty and simply decorated room has the same patternless but soft and flat stone floor. The flames in the huge fireplace on one side are smoldering quietly, because the servants responsible for taking care of it are now temporarily prohibited from entering. , the already sparse tables, chairs, and furniture in the room were now pushed aside, leaving an open space in the center to place the huge medical cabin.
Now, Calgar's remaining biological eye glanced around the room. At least the atmosphere was not as bad and tense as expected, and the situation of "that person" may also be better than he estimated. A little - of course only a little - that traitor! That madman! The thief who deserves to be smashed a thousand times with power fists! Iron Warriors! The Ultramarines are at odds with you!
He forced himself to calm down and regain his breathing - at this critical moment, as the holder of the highest authority here, Maneus Augustus Calgar must not lose his temper because of anger. Calmly judging and rational, he is not alone, he must be responsible for the entire chapter and sector - he has already thought about the consequences of the Imperial Ministry of Internal Affairs (and the High Lords Council behind them) because of Macragge's this incident The unexpected martial law and the expulsion of Imperial agents and members of the Inquisition sent them vigilant questions, and envoys would definitely be sent to Macragge to investigate the matter.
But that will happen later. The Ultramarines must seize this time gap and focus on judging the current situation and... the identity of "this person", and whether he can wake up. After waking up, How should "him" be treated by all the Ultramarines - and all the Adeptus Astartes of their sub-chambers.
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“Can you really cure him? I mean, this is...”
“Shut up. Or I will let you too Go to sleep. Hand me the reagent bottle on your right, yes, that one. If you spill or drop it, you will be hunted by the Ultramarines and their sub-groups to the end of time and space. ”
Adalik Vannas shut his mouth obediently and carefully and steadily used his gauntleted hands sprayed with a sterile protective coating to extract the cerebrospinal fluid of some alien creature and dry ice. He took out a small reagent bottle from the mixture, used the utmost caution when sneaking and sniping, and delivered the bottle to Hongsuo with breathless concentration.
"Not bad." The Potion Master grabbed the only test tube he brought out from the Iron-Blooded and whistled, "It's all up to you, little darling, come on, let me see what you can do Those poisons cannot be purged from Robert Guilliman's veins."
Grendel glanced at the command center that had been temporarily converted into an operating room through the thick observation window. At the same time, he stood outside the door and monitored the biochemical conditions of all the living people on the Indomitable. In order to prevent things from going wrong, the ruthless pharmacist master All the Iron Warriors and others on the ground floor were heavily sedated, and the same was done to the Fifth Company members and the Inquisitor's life-sustaining tanks.
Anyway, now they have jumped out of the subspace again, sailed into an unknown asteroid belt on the edge of the maelstrom and hidden themselves.
Once it was confirmed that no one would be able to detect them for the time being, in order to avoid a long night of nightmares, Honsou decided to immediately begin the necessary emergency surgery on the sample of the Thirteenth Primarch - anyway, what to do was written in the power armor. , although he regretted that he could not deviate from the standard operation in many situations - because even a proud and wanton person like Honsou had to admit that the physical structure of the Primarch alone was beyond common sense, and any existing creature and No medical knowledge could explain it, and he had no chance of trial and error, so he could only follow the instructions. But in order to avoid a chain of actions with unknown consequences that might occur if Robert Guilliman was witnessed by any member of the Fifth Company during the treatment process, he simply set Hestian's brain to maintain only the most basic physiology. activity, while minimizing the power of the Star Fortress, with Grendel manually controlling the shield and direction during the operation.
Fortunately, he had performed a frontal lobe tissue transplant on Grendel before. At this moment, the former champion warrior could barely complete this task that should not have been his. .
In short, they are the only three people who can still stand and speak and do things on this star fort, and Vanus' uneasiness is obviously related to this.
Honso has been working intensively here for eleven hours. For a mortal, it is a long operation, but for a dying Primarch, it is indeed considered "first aid" time.
The reagents from the Iron Blood laboratory were pushed into the blood vessels at a constant speed and steadily, and the stagnant position was released at the same time.
Robert Guilliman's rigid body took a rising and falling breath for the first time in ten thousand years.
He sighed lowly, like a sigh, from deep in his chest.
The former Raven Guard's heart nearly stopped.
Is it really okay?
This sighing sound is all too familiar to him.
This is...
The unique... sigh that only the deceased sighs with his last breath.
In the terrible silence, only Honso remained calm.
The Master Pharmacy carefully observed the readings on the medical auger. At first, they did not change, but slowly, with imperceptible fluctuations, the indicator curves began to rise in the right direction.
Bang.
A powerful voice broke into Vannas' highly nervous and sensitive ears, almost making him jump to his feet.
Bang.
He looked around, and finally stopped at the chest of the Thirteenth Primarch, which began to rise and fall slightly.
Bang.
The blood on his neck that had been frozen for 10,000 years dripped onto the operating table along the edge of the wound that was beginning to scab.
The Potion Master took a long breath and stood up straight. Astartes' enhanced lumbar and cervical vertebrae made a crackling sound deep in the power armor.
"Okay... Now we just need to wait for him to wake up."
"I can't believe it! You saved a Primarch! You really succeeded!" Even though he had been expelled from the Crow Tower, Dark Crow was still inexplicably excited at this moment. "Amazing! Honso!"
Grendel also walked in, reluctantly but seriously congratulating the half-breed on his success, and he patted the other man's breastplate.
Then the former Iron Warriors Blood God champion, now gifted with a calm and calculating mind, asked his two delighted colleagues a soul question.
"When he wakes up, if you find yourself aboard a star fortress belonging to one of his descendants that the Imperium considers to be a traitor and traitor who has stolen it, prepare yourself for war with a Primarch. Are you equipped?”
“……”
Hongsuo calmly raised the empty sedative syringe in his hand towards his two colleagues.
“Huh…” Vannas breathed a sigh of relief, “I knew you wouldn’t be unprepared. After all, what we are going to do next and where we are going are facing a noble Highness. It's too exciting. Let alone the Red Pirates, I'm afraid he has never seen this kind of black market..."
"Black market?"
A A voice with an ancient accent sounded behind them. It was unexpectedly clear. It had not yet faded away from the anger and grief that had not dissipated since 10,000 years ago, and the tail tone had a richer confusion.
The baby's blue eyes glanced at the apothecary's red positive spiral logo on Honso's power armor, which had not changed much in ten thousand years.
"This is...? So, are you the doctor responsible for treating me?"
(End of Chapter)