Harvey's Power Sword is a Seiko-grade weapon with the insignia of Vostonia that forged the world. There are two kinds of Vostonia's products, one is a tax paid to the empire in the casting world, and it is a mass-produced product of generally good quality. The other is very rare, and it is the weapons of the Vostonian Primogenital Regiment that are specially handmade by every artisan family in Vostonia for the fathers, husbands and sons of this world, and these weapons, from a small pistol to a dagger to a main battle tank, are almost all finely crafted and difficult to find in armies outside the Vostonian Regiment.

The one in my hand, which clearly belonged to the latter, with its delicately carved walnut hilt and precious metal cast and inlaid with brilliant gems, was enough to be an heirloom of a historic aristocratic family, if not a power weapon but a mere cold weapon. For those outside the world of Vostonia, such a power sword is no longer just a weapon, but more likely to carry a symbol of honor, after all, if it is not for the great favor owed, it is impossible for the voustonians to give away a weapon that is also a bond of kinship. Of course, there are some less glamorous means to obtain this weapon, but the things that are obtained in that way will not be hung on the body of normal people in such a grand manner, and can only be hidden in the most secret box until no one is around.

At this point, though, my real attention wasn't on the sword, but on its owner's injuries.

Seeing that the two Storm Guardians who were treating Harvey's wounds - or repairing them - weren't too nervous, I thought Harvey wasn't serious enough to be fatal. But eavesdropping on the conversation between them, I don't think there is much hope of a cure.

"It's strange, I can't even see the artificial muscles, and this strange joint structure, this kind of device, I've never seen it at all. Do you have a lot of experience, do you understand? "There's no ornamentation on the armor, it's a recruit.

"Hmm...... I've only seen it from afar, and I don't understand how it works, or if I've seen it on aliens. Hush...... I mean, it's probably not our human creation at all......" Bone-white helmet, this should be an old non-commissioned officer.

"You're saying it could be heretical technology?" The recruit lowered his voice.

"Silence! We have no right to determine whether it is heretical. Our job is to record it first......" The non-commissioned officer cut off radio communications and took off his helmet, but the window on the helmet kept flashing.

"But he's Oldcrant's brother, and I think he should be fixed first—I mean cured." The recruits also took off their helmets.

"I don't think there's any need to worry about this, this device is self-maintaining." The non-commissioned officer took off a glove, plunged his tweezers into Harvey's wound, and carefully pinched out a small moving object, "What do you think this is?" ”

The recruit leaned his face over, "Miniature scarabs? Is this a ...... The Emperor is above! The material from which this device is cast is also living metal, right? It's totally ......"

"Relax, young brother, we don't need to jump to conclusions." The non-commissioned officer shoved the worm back and stripped some of Harvey's clothes off to expose his shoulders, "Look here, the Space Wolf and Deathwatch insignia, this device is from a wolf forger who served in Deathwatch, even if it is now convicted of heresy, it may be rehabilitated in the next few hundred years." There is a precedent for this. ”

"Well," agreed the recruit, "so what are we going to do?" Do nothing and wait for it to fix itself? ”

"It's not realistic. The time taken to repair the damaged Cheng dù was almost as long as the years they had been asleep, and mortal flesh could not wait that long. But it doesn't matter, even if it's a completely different technical system, there are some things in common. The non-commissioned officer took off another glove, took out the set of tools and began to work, "Let me see, the artificial heart is intact, but it has stopped working completely, and the most likely thing is that there is a problem with the energy supply." Then, what has been destroyed is probably a battery or a generator or something. ”

"Are you sure you can fix it?" The recruit asked.

"Why do you have to fix it? We can get him a new one. My combat experience - my experience of experience tells me that the energy systems of the metal undead must be similar to our actual existence. So we're just going to take this broken thing down -- thank you the Emperor, this thing doesn't come out with corrosive battery fluid like our batteries -- and then take our, well, do you have any backup power on you? ”

"My plasma bottle shouldn't fit, but you have a spare battery pack for the power gloves that might be useful. Are you sure it's really okay? Operations that do not conform to the ritual procedures will anger the mechanical spirits...... Well, in fact, it is impossible to say if there is a mechanical spirit in it that we are familiar with......"

"The only problem in my opinion is that the battery is too big for his body to fit into. But it doesn't matter, we can make it external, just as multiple backpacks. ”

"It's better for me to wait for him to repair it naturally. After all, he is a brother from our own hometown, and he can't just be used as a real thing. Shall we ask the War Blacksmith first? ”

"Listen, boy, you're a mechanic now, and you'll soon become a mechanic like me, and maybe you'll be a war blacksmith in the future, but if you're so assertive, you'll probably be just a mechanic until you die in battle, you know?" The older non-commissioned officer unceremoniously criticized his little brother, "Didn't the wild wolf already do something to him before this?" With all this immature technology working on him, I'm sure Ominisia will bless me with success. Besides, if he repairs it naturally, his flesh will inevitably be genetically modified, and we don't have that kind of technology, so we have to find the monsters of the Biological Division of the Mechanical God Cult. Our brother must be more likely to be played bad in the hands of that group, right? ”

After listening to them for so long, I felt that if they were allowed to continue like this, Harvey would probably not be killed by the infidels and demons, but would have been played by his own brothers. But I didn't have the courage to get one out of the hands of two heavily armed Space Marines—one armed with power gloves capable of exploding tanks, and the other with a refined plasma rifle that looked more luxurious than the usual Space Marines with only chainsaw swords and blasters. So, I had to find a very good reason.

"On this ship there is a master forger of the Space Wolf, his name is Erdeon, and it is from him that Harvey's mechanical body is supposed to be forged. If there's something you don't understand, why don't you contact him? ”

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