In the corridor of the frigate USS Stiletto.

Ögedei and Talal walk side by side.

Wokotai frowned, as if he was thinking about some difficult question.

After thinking for a long time, the wheelchair wokotai looked up at his old friend.

"Tarral, I think it's time."

"What's the time?" Taral, who knew what Wokotai had been thinking about during this time, asked knowingly.

"Locke is learning faster than we can imagine, he's getting stronger day by day, day by day towards a real Astarte, and I'm almost time to be put in a can."

Talal sighed.

At first, Ogedai also tried, and without legs, he only used his upper body to fight, but his combat effectiveness was too different from when he was sound.

White Scars weren't the Iron Hand's mechanical prosthetic modifiers, and Quintor Anastasia was a big man in the field of biology, and he couldn't fit the Ogedai with a pair of prosthetic limbs that could completely replace the function of his legs.

You must know that the requirements for the prosthetic leg of Wokotai are not only to be able to walk and run, but also to be able to withstand high-intensity combat at the level of a Space Marine.

Only the men of the Iron Hand can do it.

And to enter the dreadnought, Taral is reluctant to enter the dreadnought.

When the Cult of the Mechanics designed the early dreadnought mechs, the idea was very pragmatic, allowing these space marines whose limbs were too mutilated to have the value of repair to exert the last residual heat, after all, the rich combat knowledge and almost reflexive combat skills stored in the brains of the star marines were also an immeasurable wealth.

Therefore, the early model of the dreadnought mecha did not consider the physiological feeling of the pilot in it at all, and the interstellar soldier who was cut off limbs, leaving only the torso and head was imprisoned in it, soaked in the nutrient solution of the cabin, and various neural interfaces were inserted into the body, and countless information feedback was directly transmitted to the flesh and blood in the form of strong electrical signals.

After a high-intensity battle, the iron coffin often leaves only a charred corpse in it, and then a mutilated Space Marine is placed in it.

Ogedei's hands are still sound, but to enter the Dreadnought, his hands will also have to be shaved off.

Taral said: "It's too early to talk about this, Wokotai, there is no dreadnought mecha for you on the Gladius, and your steel coffin is not here." ”

Wokotai nodded, and then changed the subject: "Did you find it, Locke has been a bit of a diligent person at Quintor recently." ”

"I've also discovered that Quintto's attitude towards Locke is significantly different from that of the rest of our legion, and I don't know what the hell a technopriest is up to."

Wokotai thought for a while, remembering some of Fu Jinghai's miraculous performances when he was in Cheslatan, and had a vague answer in his heart.

…………

Rewind the clock to two weeks ago.

Fu Jinghai carried a suitcase and entered Quintto's laboratory on the spaceship.

As soon as I entered, I saw a huge iron cabinet standing next to the workbench.

In the cabinet, a green-skinned troll is fixed in a large font.

It was an Orc, long dead.

Astonishingly, the muscles and organs beneath his thick skin seemed to have been corroded and hollowed out by something, leaving only a complete set of skin hanging from the skeleton.

Skinny in the real sense, the kind that doesn't have a trace of meat.

It looks weird.

The dwarf Master Quintor emerged from the shadows of the equipment like a ghost at some point.

Seeing Fu Jinghai looking up at the green-skinned bones hanging in the iron cabinet.

Quintto smiled hoarsely and said, "The 1923rd experiment is over, No. 37, push this material down, it may scare our little friends." ”

Hearing this, the servant No. 37, who was standing aside, hurriedly pushed the iron cabinet away.

Fu Jinghai shrugged, and didn't explain, he had watched so many brain-opening Hollywood plasma movies in his previous life, how could he be frightened by the skin and bones of an Orc orc, not to mention that there were other more bizarre alien body materials in the weapon room of Wokotai.

Fu Jinghai walked to a processing machine, put the suitcase on, and opened it, and inside was a standard model of the Empire's Space Marine-specific blaster.

Fu Jinghai seemed to have a draft in his heart, silently took out the blaster, removed the magazine, disassembled the bolt, and skillfully operated it on the machine tool.

Fu Jinghai had long discovered that, unlike the politeness and occasional impatience with which he treated Ogedai and Tharal, Quintor was unusually patient with himself.

Not only does he allow himself to come and go in and out of the lab at will, but he even allows himself to try it out when he shows curiosity about lab equipment.

This is very rare for a technical priest.

Of course, Fu Jinghai didn't think that he had any special blood relationship with Kunto.

Fu Jinghai felt that Quintto's patience with himself was more like a kind of patience with rare experimental objects.

When Fu Jinghai came to the laboratory, he always stood quietly with his back to the side, carefully observing Fu Jinghai's every move, just like a scientific researcher in his previous life observing the behavior of a guinea pig.

In the face of all kinds of questions raised by Fu Jinghai, he did not hesitate to answer them with great patience.

At this time.

Quintor quietly appeared next to Fu Jinghai again, with his hands behind his back, looking down at Fu Jinghai's skillful and busy operation, and asked curiously:

"What are you doing?"

"Well, I'm going to expand and rebuild the magazine interface, and then make a new magazine and insert it myself." Fu Jinghai pointed to the lower end of the gun.

Then he added: "A drum magazine." ”

Drum ...... Quintor knew this, and then asked, "What about your drawings?" ”

Fu Jinghai pointed his finger at his head: "Here." ”

Are you kidding me...... This was Quintto's first reaction.

Then he stared closely at Fu Jinghai's hands and found that he was operating the rotary edge, drill, welding gun and various processing tools on the machine tool, meticulously handling the materials in his hands.

Quinto's dark green mechanical prosthetic eyes slowly turned, and the more he looked at it, the more terrified he became.

Generally described as a person's hands are very steady, would say, surgeon-like hands.

But Fu Jinghai's hands at this time are no longer enough to be described as a surgeon.

His hands are simply two precision robotic arms with an error down to the micron.

In the readings given by the mechanical prosthetic eye, in the absence of drawings and no modeling, and pure manual operation, the parts processed by Fu Jinghai did not have the slightest deviation, hole diameter, shaft diameter, cylindricity, runout, size and diameter, ...... The readings of all parameters are neat and tidy.

Kunto looked at Fu Jinghai's hands quietly.

Ten fingers are slender, flexible and powerful, and they are flesh and blood hands.

Look up at Fu Jinghai's eyes again.

His black eyes stared intently at the work in hand, without the slightest distraction.

It's not wrong with the naked eye.

Quintor looked down in disbelief at the mechanical tentacles slowly sticking out from under his robe.

So what went wrong?

Master Quintor didn't know that Fu Jinghai had an electronic backup of Tony Stark in his mind, and he could automatically complete the modeling process in his mind, coupled with White Scar's special meditation method and intensive training, he deepened his control over his superhuman body.

Therefore, I was puzzled.

The technical priest quietly calmed his breath and secretly recorded in his heart:

Experiment Log: 17-6. Subject exhibits extraordinary hand-eye coordination and limb control, suspected to be related to the mutation caused by Quintor's blood.

No matter how Kunto's heart turned over the river and the sea, Fu Jinghai had already completed the processing and transformation of the magazine in his hand in an orderly manner.

He held a gun in one hand and a gentle support in the other.

"Click!"

There was a crisp crisp sound, and the drum of the cylinder was neatly embedded in the barrel of the gun.

The mass explosive bomb was already stuffed with the drum, Fu Jinghai turned his wrist, tried the center of gravity and balance of the gun, tried to pull the bolt to load, and took aim, but did not pull the trigger.

After all, this is Quintau's laboratory, not a shooting range.

Quintor saw Fu Jinghai's plan and replaced the arc-shaped magazine with a drum in order to enhance the continuity of firepower.

He reminded: "This is an Imperial Blaster produced by Agrippina Casting World, and the barrel has a rated lifespan, and the barrel life may be shortened after the drum is replaced. ”

Fu Jinghai said: "Of course, I know, master, but I think that compared to the breakthrough of explosive firepower, the service life is not a big problem. ”

Fu Jinghai thought about it carefully, although the blaster has a long range, and there are some improved models of sniper with extended barrels, but its main combat scene is still line-of-sight combat, more precisely, short-distance firefights.

For short-range firefights, the size of the firepower and the persistence of the firepower are far more important than the accuracy.

Theoretically, it is not permissible to modify Imperial ordnance without permission.

The empire's casting world to produce ordnance has to consider the cost of installation, logistics, maintenance, maintenance, etc., similar to Fu Jinghai's style of changing the arc magazine into a drum, but it is more similar to the later Chaos Space Warriors, the military industrial system has to consider the comprehensive cost, and the warrior has to consider their own battlefield survival, no one is wrong.

As a technocracy, Quintor saw that he should also stop this behavior and report it.

But the Space Marine Corps has a great deal of autonomy in the entire Imperial Army system, not to mention such a trivial thing as just changing a gun, and even more excessive things they have not done.

Compared to exemplary legions such as the Shadowmoon Wolves, Ultramarines, and Sons of the Emperor, Chagatai Khan and his White Scar are known for being mavericks and unruly among the twenty Star Marine legions.

But even if it's a maverick and DIY your own weapons, it's more likely to happen to the Chaos Space Marines in the Eye of Fear in the future, especially this kind of drum modification, which is the favorite of many Chaos Space Marines.

Wo Kotai, they didn't bother to care about how Fu Jinghai wanted to customize his own firearms.

Quintor didn't bother to care, he was more curious about why his precious experiment had come up with the idea of modifying a firearm than a blaster.

and the strong learning ability that Fu Jinghai showed during this time, which was almost self-taught.

Fu Jinghai withdrew a mass explosive bomb from the drum, pinched it in his hand and played with it, his thoughts diverged.

The Blaster is a very classic weapon.

It is a standard shooting weapon for Space Marine, and its classic degree is no less than power armor, and there are derivatives such as explosive pistols and explosive carbines depending on the size and model.

In terms of appearance, the receiver of the blaster is square, and the whole body is short and thick, full of the violent aesthetic style unique to Warhammer 40K, compared to the huge size of the Space Marines after wearing armor, it is more like a miniature submachine gun in the hand, and some Astarte monks with strong arms can indeed shoot with a one-handed gun.

In principle, like many firearms in the previous life, the bullet is the core technology of the blaster, and the core principle of the blaster lies in its two-stage propulsion technology: there are two stages of propellant behind the warhead, one is fired and burned, giving the initial velocity of the blast and pushing the explosive bullet out of the chamber, which is no different from ordinary firearms, and the second-stage propellant continues to burn in the cartridge case, so that the bullet continues to be pushed and accelerated after being discharged.

Therefore, each bullet resembles a small rocket.

The technical principle of this second-stage propulsion is not particularly black technology, and Fu Jinghai estimated that the military giants on the earth in his previous life might be able to figure it out if they worked hard to study it regardless of the cost.

But there is no need at all, as a single light weapon, the blaster gun is too expensive to manufacture and seriously overpowering for the army of the earth in the previous life.

The opponent of individual small arms is also a human being, and in the case of the fragile body of a human being, the warhead can penetrate the body armor and then roll in the body to form a cavity, which is enough.

It doesn't have to be broken to pieces.

But for the carapace-clad alien races of the Warhammer universe and the shield-clad tech barbarians, the power of the blaster is only about to be enough.

Fu Jinghai took his new gun and prepared to leave.

Kunto stopped Fu Jinghai.

"Little Locke, I perceive that you are very talented, are you interested in becoming a technical sergeant?"

"Tech Sergeant?" Fu Jinghai was stunned.

After thinking about it, he nodded, "I would very much like to, Master." ”

…………

Training cage.

"So, it was Quintor who took the initiative to ask you if you wanted to become a technical sergeant?" Ogedai asked in a deep voice.

"Yes." Fu Jinghai replied dryly.

"Hmm......" Talal touched his chin, "I think that's a good thing, what do you think, Ogedei?" ”

Wokotai smiled, he had expected this scene for a long time, and he remembered Fu Jinghai's ability to learn machinery and technology almost without teaching himself on Chesratan.

With a smug glint in his eyes, he said, "Of course, this is all in my expectation. ”

…………

The Techno Sergeant, along with the Pharmacist and the Think Tank, is a special class in the Astarte Legion.

These special classes belong to the Space Marines first and foremost, and have some abilities and traits that Space Marines have, but each has its own strengths.

Pharmacists and think tanks have been introduced earlier.

Technical sergeants are Space Marines who are selected from within the Space Marine Legion and sent to Mars and other casting worlds to study and study, and they usually paint the gear logo of the Mechanicus God on their shoulder armor in addition to the emblem of their own legion, to show their identity, or to express their belief in the god of all machines.

Shadowmoon Wolves, Ultramarines, and Emperor's Sons are relatively well-balanced legions, with all classes available.

This is not the case with other legions, such as the Magic Pony, the Thousand Sons Legion of the Red Devil Magnus, almost everyone is a psyker, although the total number of legions is small, but in the case of per capita think tank, the combat effectiveness is stronger.

Similarly, White Scar and Blood Angel are all legions rich in think tanks, and these legions are inherently sensitive to subspace and ether in their genes, and the home world of these legions often has a tradition of studying mysterious phenomena or engaging in feudal superstition.

It is easy to give birth to a Legion Think Tank.

And some legions are more materialistic science men, such as Iron Hands, Iron Warriors, Salamanders, etc.

These legions are rich in technical sergeants, and it can even be said that everyone is a technical sergeant, such as the Iron Hand, which specializes in prosthetic modification, and the salamander, which is a smith per capita.

In white scars, think tanks are not rare, but technical sergeants are very rare.

For White Scar, the technical sergeant is not only a rarity for the people of the legion, but also a precious rare class of the legion.

Fu Jinghai came to the familiar laboratory, bowed slightly to Kunto, and said:

"Master, the Legion agreed."

Quintto's hoarse chuckle came from under the shadow of the hood: "Hehe, of course they would agree, White Scar is not a legion that can produce technical sergeants. ”

Normally, technical sergeants need to study on Mars for three to five years, but now that Mars is likely to have been reduced to a war zone, Fu Jinghai naturally follows Kunto for further study.

Studying with a technical priest of the level of a biological sage is a treatment that many ordinary technical sergeants do not have.

Fu Jinghai could hear the faint disdain for the white scar in the technical priest's tone, but he didn't say much, just silently followed Quinto to a huge bookcase full of books.

Fu Jinghai looked up and saw that there were classic parchment books of the Empire, and some people in the Human Empire believed that books and documents using this material had the special effect of being immune to the interference of electronic magic from certain subspace demons.

Sheepskin is a special type of sheepskin produced in biochemical factories in the agricultural world, which is tough and non-perishable.

The large shelves also contain paper books from ancient times, each of which is a precious and fragile artifact.

These ancient books may have been handed down from Earth's Terra era, or they may have been seized by the Imperial Expeditionary Fleet government after recovering other human colonies.

Collecting human knowledge scattered throughout the galaxy is also the unshirkable responsibility of the Mechanica's teachings.

Whether or not you are willing to share this knowledge is another matter.

It has always been a tradition of the Cult of the Mechanicus to seal certain dark technologies, or to conduct secret research, and this vast organization that originated in Mars is sometimes not of the same mind as the Human Empire.

Under Master Kunto's dark red robe, there were always various types of mechanical arms, mechanical tentacles, and mechanical tentacles sticking out, making Fu Jinghai wonder how much of this old man's weak flesh and blood had been replaced by components and gears.

Several mechanical tentacles each pulled out a few books from the bookshelf and put them in front of Fu Jinghai.

It's all thick tomes.

Most of them are parchment books.

Fu Jinghai looked at the mountain of books in front of him getting thicker and thicker, and his expression couldn't help but become grim.

I can finally watch it all at once!

With a sense of anticipation that his curiosity and desire for knowledge were about to be satisfied, Fu Jinghai sat down solemnly.

When turning the first page of the first book, Fu Jinghai suddenly couldn't help but think:

If I had this heart and perseverance when I was admitted to graduate school, would I have gone to Tsinghua University a long time ago?

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