Fu Jinghai was arranged in an empty room next to the fallen starmarines in Wokotai.

Single independent rest cabin, which is a very high treatment in a battleship, ordinary crew members are 2-4 person cabins.

Fu Jinghai was picked up by Wokotai very early.

There is no concept of morning and evening in space, but Fu Jinghai just feels that he hasn't slept enough.

The sleepy-eyed Fu Jinghai followed Wokotai in the bright and narrow crew passage.

"According to the normal process of the Legion, hundreds of school-age boys selected by the Storm Prophet undergo several years of closed training in the Legion Abbey, and the top few of them with excellent grades can be selected as candidates for promotion surgery. ”

Ogedai looked ahead, his face was serious, and said, "I'm not a person who likes bad rules and going through the back door, and there is no one to compete with you now, so you must be able to achieve the top three results in the past in the monastery before I will allow you to participate in the promotion ceremony." Moreover, Master Kunto has a method for the rapid cultivation of super organs, and I won't give you two or three years. ”

"Within a year, you have to have the prerequisites to be transformed."

Fu Jinghai asked, "Then what if I don't have it within a year?" ”

Wokotai turned his head and smiled: "Then I'll give you an escape pod, throw you off the spaceship, and you swim back to Cheslatan by yourself." ”

Fu Jinghai swallowed his saliva, now he doesn't know how many light years away from Chesratan, is it okay to swim back with the escape pod?

As they walked, the two came to a gate with a danger warning sign written on it.

Wokotai verifies identity and the floodgates open.

Inside is a huge steel cage surrounded by ranged weapons of knives, guns, clubs, and black holes.

Wo Kotai pushed Fu Jinghai into the steel cage, and then pressed the button a few times on the side, and the cage slowly closed.

Wokotai said calmly: "Setting, minimum level of intensity, stopping threshold: mild disability." ”

"Start."

As Wo Kotai's voice fell, Fu Jinghai's left side instantly swept out an iron fist.

"Bang!" Fu Jinghai screamed and flew out, hitting the side of the cage and bouncing back to the ground.

"Done, mildly disabled." An emotionless electronic sound sounded.

Fu Jinghai was still lying on the ground moaning.

The corners of Wo Kotai's mouth hooked, and he smiled: "It's too weak." ”

……

In the restaurant of the corvette.

Wo Kotai and Fu Jinghai sat opposite each other, Wo Kotai held his hands on his chest, looked at Fu Jinghai in front of him, and said:

"Your current stomach is still the stomach of ordinary people, and you can't take in the supplementary food for Space Marines, but it's always right to eat more reserve energy."

Fu Jinghai raised his head from a plate of rice and said with a bitter face:

"But I can't eat, I'm full."

"Keep eating, I say stop before you stop." Wokotai's emotionless voice sounded.

The surrounding mortal crew looked over here from time to time and whispered.

"I really can't eat anymore, I'm stuck in my throat." Fu Jinghai said with a sad face.

"Bang!"

As soon as Wo Kotai raised his hand and pressed Fu Jinghai's head into the rice pile, the plates and tables were trembling.

……

After that, day after day of devil training.

The training before the promotion is more about physical exercise and mental willpower, and the training of skills and tactics are more after the promotion, after all, the Space Marines have an almost infinite lifespan, as long as they can be promoted successfully, they have a lot of time to learn military skills.

But even if it is just physical exercise and mental willpower polishing, judging from the strength standard of Wokotai, it is still enough for Fu Jinghai.

Under the continuous high-intensity training day after day, month after month, Fu Jinghai has blurred the concept of time, cannot perceive the passage of time, blurs his memory, and gradually forgets that he is from the earth in his previous life, and forgets that he is still in the world of reincarnation.

During this time, the voice from the reincarnation world was never heard again.

Thanks to Warhammer World's advanced medical technology and the occasional attention of Master Quinto.

No matter what Wokotai tortured Fu Jinghai the day before, he could recover the next day, but the painful memories would not dissipate with the recovery of his body, and would still be imprinted in his mind.

With the exception of a brief subspace jump just after exiting Cheslatan's outer orbit, the entire frigate has so far relied on sub-light engines to sail at "turtle speed" in the empty expanses of space.

The boring voyage also gave Wokotai a lot of time to torment Fu Jinghai.

Each legion has different criteria for screening Space Marine candidates. Some legions like to play Battle Royale, and the last place is eliminated; Some legions take a certain kind of behemoth as the target of the assessment.

Fu Jinghai could sense that Wo Getai also had an obsession in his heart, and his behavior of recruiting new soldiers on the frigate did not conform to the rules of the empire and the legion, so he hoped that Fu Jinghai was good enough to prove that there was no problem with his vision.

Before you know it, four months have passed.

Training cages.

Wearing only a pair of training shorts, naked and scarred, Fu Jinghai stood in the center.

Bow your head, bow your back, and gasp.

"Drop - low level intensity, one hour, done."

Emotionless electronic sounds sounded overhead.

Outside the training cage, Wokotai looked at the tired teenager and smiled with satisfaction.

He didn't tell Fu Jinghai that the training cage was a training aid specially designed for space marines, and even the lowest strength level was not something that mortals could withstand.

Mortals were not allowed to enter the training cage at all, and the past Space Marine promotion selection did not include training in the training cage, and those candidates who were in the top few of the so-called Legion Abbey did not enter the training cage before the transformation operation.

It wasn't that Wo Kotai deliberately wanted to torture Fu Jinghai to death, but it was really that the conditions on the frigate were poor, and there were no specially designed training facilities in the legion monastery, so he could only try to give Fu Jing a training cage at sea according to local conditions.

I didn't expect him to really persevere.

The tall Taral quietly appeared beside Wokotai at some point, and looked at Fu Jinghai who was resting in the training cage.

"Master Quintor said he was ready, what about this kid, is he ready?"

Wokotai chuckled, "Very good. ”

The strong man in the wheelchair continued: "This kid's basic physical condition is not bad, he has not been contaminated by radiation, he has no messy dark injuries, and he has no strange drug addiction. ”

"This is quite rare for a slum boy in the lower strata of the nest."

Wo Kotai narrowed his eyes and said: "The most important thing is that don't look at his usual hippie smile with Lao Tzu, he actually persevered in these trainings, his tolerance for pain, his mental willpower...... I don't know what's going on in Locke's head, but I do know there's something supporting him, something I can't understand. ”

Taral was noncommittal and said lightly: "Everyone who can become a space soldier has strong willpower. ”

Wokotai snorted twice and said, "He has other talents, as you will see later." ”

Fu Jinghai, who was sitting in the training cage gasping for breath, could not hear what the two were saying at all, even though he was only a few meters away from Ogedai and Talal.

The black hair was wet with sweat and fell on his forehead.

His ears were buzzing at this time, he couldn't hear anything, and his whole brain was so dizzy that he could barely think.

Fu Jinghai, who had just been freed from the endless saturation attacks from all directions, was almost prostrated at this moment.

It was his longest record.

Fu Jinghai, who had slowed down for a long time, finally raised his head and looked at the Wokotai outside the cage.

Ogedai nodded, signaling that he could come out.

Fu Jinghai staggered to his feet and followed Wokotai out of the hatch.

Four months of high-intensity training had already overwhelmed Fu Jinghai's body.

The lifespan of every organ and part of the human body varies.

Excessive training and use can make it too draining.

Fighters and soccer strikers are more likely to develop Alzheimer's disease after retirement, as are the knees of sprinters, the elbows of tennis players and the ankles of basketball players.

But neither Wokotai nor Fu Jinghai were worried about this problem.

Because once you start the promotion and transformation surgery, these problems will eventually be solved.

Space Marine's modification surgery is not simply an artificial biochemical organ modification.

The transformation of artificial biological and chemical organs has appeared as early as the era of savage technology in the melee of the warlords of the earth, and the savage development of various uncontrolled genetic technologies has brought all kinds of modified warriors to fight in full swing on the earth Terra.

However, only the Emperor led his Thunder Warriors, the first unstable version of the Space Marines, to conquer and unify the Earth.

It is rumored that the genetic modification technology of the Space Marines originated from a deal between the Emperor and the evil gods of the subspace, rather than a simple technological invention.

And legend has it that the emperor eventually played tricks on the evil gods of the subspace, and no one knows what the promise the emperor made to the evil gods of the subspace, but he did not fulfill his promise.

So the evil gods banished the embryo culture pod of twenty genetic prototypes, the blueprint of the Star Marines, to all corners of the universe through an accident.

That's all for later.

What I want to explain here is that the transformation surgery of the Space Marines is different from the general biochemical organ modification.

In a sense, this is indeed a sublimation of the level of life.

……

In a dimly lit and cramped cabin, there was a table and two chairs.

Fu Jinghai sat two meters away from the table, and in front of the table sat Wokotai and Talal.

"Ahem...... Talal cleared his throat with a dry cough, and said, "According to the normal process, it should be the officials of the Ministry of Military Affairs who will review you now, but we ......"

Ogedai directly raised his hand to interrupt Talal's words, saying:

"Don't engage in all that formalism, I'm not interested in your life experience in the lower echelons of the nest, I only have one question for you, Locke."

"Why do you know about the rebellion within the White Scar Legion?"

After asking, Wo Kotai stared at Fu Jinghai's eyes with burning eyes.

Fu Jinghai thought to himself that it had finally come.

The whole legion knows about the civil strife in the White Scar, in addition to the mortal crew members belonging to the Imperial Army, there are also narrators from various worlds in the expeditionary fleet, they are civilians, and they don't know any military discipline and secrecy regulations, but it doesn't mean that the information of the White Scar civil strife has been circulated all over the world.

The communication between the Warhammer 40K universe is already difficult, and the Star Marines can only rely on the intermittent words of the Star Whisperers to communicate with each other, when it is Locke's turn to enjoy the Star Communication Service, not to mention that as soon as Horus launched a rebellion, the evil gods in the subspace set off a subspace storm, and the Star Communication in the galaxy was almost completely cut off.

That day, Fu Jinghai knew that this space soldier would definitely ask him about the source of the information, but he didn't expect him to be so calm, and he didn't come to ask until now.

Fu Jinghai took a deep breath and said:

"I dreamed of it."

"Dreamed?" Ogedai and Taral asked in unison.

Apparently unprepared for this answer.

"Yes, believe it or not, I saw it in my dreams anyway, and I firmly believe in what I see in my dreams."

Come with your mouth open, believe it or not.

Ogedai and Talal frowned and looked at each other, seeing in each other's eyes what they wanted to say.

Psykers?

Ogedai and Talal thought of this at the same time.

There are many types of psionics, and prophecy is one of the main categories.

Wo Kotai said in a deep voice: "Stinky boy, you'd better be honest and don't play tricks, it's related to whether you can participate in the promotion." ”

Fu Jinghai shrugged, leaned back in his chair, and stopped talking.

A dead pig is not afraid of boiling water.

"Prophecy can see the future footage, do you think this is a prophecy?" Taral asked, tilting his head.

"If it's a psyker, it's even more complicated...... Involving the Black Ship, the Navigator Family, the Psionic Academy, and the Legion Think Tank......" Talal touched his chin and muttered to himself.

"......" Ogedai knew what Talal wanted to express, and he was silent for a while, and then said:

"Didn't our navigator say anything when Locke got on board?"

Tarral said, "That's exactly what I want to say, if Locke had a psionic talent, Van Leal would have spoken up a long time ago." ”

Wokotai asked, "Could it be that because he's just a navigator apprentice, he can't see it?" ”

"Who knows." Talal pouted.

Due to the subspace storm, this navigator has not been able to play a role for a long time, resulting in the Stigatus not being able to make subspace jumps, and can only sail at sub-light speeds.

The communication and transportation of the Human Empire are very dependent on subspace, and the Terran psionics are mutated humans who can communicate the energy of the subspace, and the psionics are not welcome in most areas of the empire because they are dangerous and uncontrollable, but there are two exceptions of the psionics, the Star Whisperers communicate with all the planets and fleets in the empire's territory, and the navigators rely on the third eye on their foreheads to see the light of the Terra Torch to guide the fleet through the treacherous subspace.

Seeing that these two people chatted in front of him, Fu Jinghai didn't speak.

It takes countless lies to round out a lie, and the more you say it, the more wrong it is, and the more you say it, the more wrong it becomes.

The history of the White Scar Army comes from the novels he read in his previous life, which is equivalent to Nanke's dream for himself in this life, and there is nothing wrong with saying that he dreams and dreams.

After discussing for a while and asking a few more questions about Fu Jinghai's dream, Wo Kotai made up his mind to go as originally planned.

He clapped his hands and said: "Don't worry about those Raush sub-institutions, it's still uncertain whether Locke has psionic talent or not, this kid is now our person, and the psionic matter will be talked about when he meets with Lord Yasuke in the future." ”

This is the end of this humble political review meeting.

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