Chapter 1225: New Blood of the Legion (Part 2)
Just when Jacob was intoxicated with the feeling of his new body, the pharmacist suddenly spoke.
"You must be very careful in the next few days, you don't know your own strength yet."
Jacob looked at the other party, not sure what the pharmacist meant.
Then, at the pharmacist's signal, a servitor came over, its chest opened, a long mechanical arm stretched out, and placed an almost transparent stone in the hand of the priest.
"Pick it up, don't worry, it doesn't have any significance, it's just to demonstrate a situation."
Jacob picked up the stone and felt that its hardness was truly extraordinary.
"Crush this diamond ore."
Jacob looked at the other party, not understanding.
He knew that this was theoretically possible, but the intuition in his mind was still fighting against this feeling. Humans should not be able to crush such hard ore with bare hands.
"Crush it."
There was an irresistible command tone in the pharmacist's voice. Jacob closed his palms. He immediately felt resistance and relaxed intuitively, but the pharmacist repeated Repeat his order.
Jacob closed his fingers again, then gritted his teeth and exerted force, a chill running up his spine.
The next moment, the stone shattered like an eggshell, making a clicking sound. Jacob opened his hand and saw that the hard ore had been broken into several small stones.
He slowly exhaled a cold breath, and now he truly began to understand the pharmacist's intention. His power was extraordinary.
Seeing the other party's face that was pale due to the cold, the pharmacist smiled and said:
"Jacob, you have been given a special blessing by the legion, which makes you better than other compatriots. More powerful, but you need to learn to control it, which takes a lot of time."
After that, the pharmacist walked away, and Jacob sat back on the ground, but before that he noticed that the pharmacist was. Heading towards that arrogant and annoying Herbert.
He sincerely hoped that the guy would fail.
After completing the indoctrination and baptism of knowledge, the recruits were led to the armory, where the Lord of the Armory, Rodrith, dressed in red, was waiting for them.
Jacob understood the meaning of the red color from the acquired knowledge. It was the covenant between the Adeptus Astartes and the Mechanicus. If any of them had mechanical talents, they would be selected into the armory and become the lowest level. When that apprentice accumulates enough experience and experience, he will be qualified to become a formal technical sergeant and go to Mars to receive more advanced knowledge.
“These will be your personal equipment for a long time in the future.”
Rogris glanced at the new recruits. The weapon racks behind him were all brand-new weapons, from explosive bombs to Everything from guns to tactical knives.
“Weapons are the life of a warrior. You must be responsible for them with your lives. Each one is printed with your personal name so that you can recognize them, and we will do it when you die. I can identify it.”
Soon, the servitors brought the complete set of equipment to the recruits.
Jacob respectfully picked up a weapon, a ranged weapon called a bolt pistol.
He had heard before that the new recruits could only use crude mortal weapons, but he did not expect that the battle group would give them bolt guns as soon as they arrived. Even a simplified version of the bolt pistol was enough to surprise him.
This thing was very new, as if it had just been made, and it still smelled of holy oil. Jacob stroked the body of the gun as gently as he was caressing his lover's skin.
Then he picked up a melee weapon, a chain sword, and tried swinging it in the air a few times. It felt great. He was eager to chop something now, especially the greenskins. The others are some small items, such as tactical daggers, individual bird fortune tellers, etc.
"Use with care, they are as dangerous to fools as they are to enemies. Now follow the servitor to report to the training ground."
Jacob looked around, others were standing there checking their equipment, some Familiar people look more ferocious after shaving off their heads.
All the boys had the same pride and surprise on their faces, the weapon was a symbol of what they believed to be a true "man" and a "warrior", and in a sense it was true.
Jacob gave Herbert another long look. The other party also raised his head and met his gaze.
There is no doubt that they are still not brothers.
After going to the training ground, the soldiers started their first shooting training. In addition to the well-known tenth company commander Armin, this training also came with a new instructor, and this instructor Jacob also knew .
His name is Bahram.
Bang bang bang——
The bolt pistol bounced in Jacob’s hand. Even with the modified superhuman strength, the recoil of this thing was still very strong. The pistol was like a trapped It struggled like a wild animal in his vice-like hands.
This may also be because his posture or technique of holding the gun is wrong. Although he has accepted the knowledge, he is still unfamiliar with using it.
Sure enough, the bullet flew over the target and hit the stone wall next to it, knocking down a large piece of the rock wall.
Jacob felt simultaneously the power that wielding the weapon gave him and the frustration of not hitting his target, and he realized what the knowledge and ability that had been placed in his head could actually do difference.
He knows everything about this weapon, he knows how it works, he knows the magazine capacity, he theoretically knows how to disassemble, clean and maintain it, he also knows exactly how to fire it, Know to relax when aiming and exhale when firing.
Unfortunately, there is a huge difference between knowing this and being able to do it.
“Don’t worry, boy.”
Bahram came over with a smile and patted him on the shoulder.
“Keep practicing, and eventually you will become proficient. You can achieve proficiency in anything through practice. Don’t believe it, I couldn’t even hit a target as big as the gate for the first time, but now...”< br>
Before he finished speaking, Bahram suddenly made a coherent and rapid movement. Without stopping to aim or concentrate, he instantly pulled out his pistol, as if he was just reaching out, and then pointed the gun forward and clicked the gun. Pull the trigger.
The next moment, three bullets hit the heart of the human-shaped target.
Jacob looked at all this in surprise.
"You make it look so easy, sir."
"Nothing is ever as easy as it seems, Jacob, and the goal of your training is to make difficult things look easy."
Jacob nodded. He liked to listen to Bahram speak and also like to learn from the veterans. That was the happiest thing about his new life.
It’s not that Bahram is easier to get along with than other Space Marines, it’s just that his character Jacob likes better. After observing Jacob, he realized that these powerful and terrifying characters are all different. They are all different. A unique person, as special as the people in his hometown - his other, distant home in life.
(End of this chapter)