Fu Qinghai came to the territory of the Mechanical Order and was told that Master Quintor was not on the surface, but in a research ship in space orbit, so Fu Qinghai entered the Lions Gate spaceport.

Found the research ship, Fu Qinghai was allowed to enter after revealing his identity, the research ship was full of people coming and going, very busy, Fu Qinghai just stepped into the upper deck, he saw that an orange-haired orangutan with iron rings on his hands and feet, chains on the iron rings, was being led by a technical priest wearing a red robe.

Fu Qinghai looked at it, and there was a small and delicate sounding device on the orangutan's neck.

, isn't this Lao Tzu's monkey!?

Fu Qinghai hurriedly shouted:

"Slan!"

The dwarf orangutan turned his head and saw Fu Qinghai, his mouth was closed, but the sounder on his neck made an electronic sound:

"Aoyama!"

Now Fu Qinghai is very sure that this is his monkey.

The other space apes don't talk to humans, only Slan can speak, and he puts a brainwave conversion voice around his neck.

Fu Qinghai hurriedly walked over, squatted on the ground, looked at the space ape, and asked:

"Why are you here?"

Before the space ape Shi Lan could speak, a mechanical arm stretched out in front of Fu Qinghai, separating Fu Qinghai and blocking him, and a voice like interlaced gears sounded:

"Sir, this xenomorph is the property of the Cult of the Mechanicus, please keep your distance."

Fu Qinghai raised his head and said seriously:

"This is my personal property, and I have a way to prove it, the company commanders of the Eighth Company of the Blade of Honor of the Ultramarines Legion, Seth Frajos, Gurt, Pa......"

Before Fu Qinghai could finish speaking, he was rudely interrupted by the technical priest, and he said bluntly:

"Again, Mr. Astarte, this is the property of the Cult of the Mechanics, and has nothing to do with any of the Space Marine legions."

Fu Qinghai narrowed his eyes and slowly stood up.

The mechanical prosthetic eye under the red hood of the technical priest glanced at Fu Qinghai, grabbed the chain that tied Shi Lan, turned his head and walked straight forward.

"Huh!"

A chainsaw sword slashed across his neck.

A cold voice sounded from behind:

"Put the chains down, unshackle them, or ...... I promise to tear you apart into a pile of finely broken parts no more than five centimeters in diameter. ”

The technical priest looked shocked, he suddenly turned his head, and asked in a loud voice:

"What are you doing, are you going to rebel?"

With his shout, several cathar soldiers whose bodies had been replaced by a large area of machinery ran over, and pointed their arc rifles and radium carbines at Fu Qinghai.

Several technical priests of different shapes around them stopped one after another, and all of them looked at them in surprise.

The chainsaw sword was still firmly under the neck of the technical priest, unmoved, Fu Qinghai sneered:

"Loyalty and rebellion are not something you can define by a rusty and leaky gear mouth."

"Now, immediately, immediately, release my monkey, or I'll let you experience for yourself what it's like to have your own mechanical tendrils inserted into the Psychic Pulse Matrix resulting in an electrical short-circuit overload that scorches the memory circuit."

His gloomy words, like the murmur of an electronic demon, made the Techno-Priest tremble.

As a senior disciple of Master Kunto, Fu Qinghai knew too well about these mechanical transformations and implants on the technical priests, and he could see through what had changed all over the young technical priest at a glance.

Others want to torture a technical priest, maybe they will feel at a loss in the face of a large-scale mechanical replacement of the whole body, but Fu Qinghai almost scared him out with just a few words.

If there's still urine in his body.

The tense confrontation scene fell into a stalemate for a while, and more and more people gathered around, Shi Lan blinked his big dark blue eyes and looked up at Fu Qinghai.

At this time, a dry and old voice came from behind the crowd:

"Francis, release that space ape, it's indeed the personal property of this Astarte."

Hearing this, the crowd moved out of the way, revealing a short figure in a tattered rusty red robe behind them.

Fu Qinghai's eyes lit up and he was surprised:

"Master Quintor!"

The young technical priest named Francis, removing his neck from the teeth of the chainsaw sword, reluctantly leaned down to untie the shackles on Slan's hands and feet, and replied:

"Yes, Sage Quintto."

Quintor Anastasio raised his head, revealing his old wrinkled face under the hood, his mechanical prosthetic eyes flashing, and he said with a smile:

"Long time no see, little Locke."

Fu Qinghai: ......

Fu Qinghai didn't bother with Master Kunto's name for himself, the chainsaw sword was inserted back into his waist, he picked up Shi Lan, sat on his shoulder armor, walked towards Master Kunto, leaned closer and whispered:

"Master, I have something to talk to you about."

Quintor nodded and said:

"Okay, go to my lab."

……

The relationship between Fu Qinghai and Kunto, how to describe it, is a bit similar to the relationship between graduate students and tutors in the university in their previous lives.

However, unlike the kind of academic handicraft production relationship between graduate students and tutors, Fu Qinghai and Quintto have no entanglement of interests, on the contrary, Quintor is full of interest in Fu Qinghai's research and pride in his perfect work.

Others marveled at Fu Qinghai's outstanding achievements in less than three years of service, but Master Quintor took it for granted - the work that I, Quintor Anastasio, personally transformed, was of course different from the Astarte transformed by other clumsy pharmacists!

For example, now, both Ogedai and Taral were extremely surprised that Fu Qinghai was able to survive, while Quintor felt ...... Not bad.

It's okay.

The layout of Master Quintto's personal laboratory on the research ship was almost exactly the same as that of the Stiletto's bilge laboratory, gloomy and disorganized, except for more large instruments and equipment.

Fu Qinghai put Shi Lan at the door, followed Master Kunto to the familiar experimental table, Fu Qinghai looked around, there were only a few machine servants and slaves who were not smart, and there were no other idle people, so he lowered his head and said in a suppressed voice:

"Master, I feel, I know where I'm mutated."

Master Quintor was stunned:

"Oh? Tell me? ”

傅青海正色 says:

"I have that very strong desire to breed and cross, which normal Space Marines shouldn't be, right?"

"Hmm......" Master Quintor frowned, pondered for a while, and said:

"It really shouldn't be like this, then you have other abnormal traits...... I mean performance? ”

Fu Qinghai shook his head honestly:

"Nope."

"Nothing?"

Master Quintor reconfirmed.

Listening to his tone, he seemed quite disappointed.

"Hmm." Fu Qinghai nodded, and then said:

"But that's not the point, I can't have children anyway, the point is that I have some new research results to share with you."

Master Quintor smiled:

"Is it a strange creature from some alien planet?"

Fu Qinghai shook his head and said with a serious face:

"No, it's much stronger than that."

As he spoke, Fu Qinghai walked up to a contemplative system, his fingers connected the dots on the screen, and typed in an extremely complex table of serum recipes, as well as the synthesis formula of the corresponding compound.

Fu Qinghai is not a technical priest, and the technical priest does not need to use this backward input method, he only needs to plug the cable on his body into the contemplative system, and the data transmission will be automatically completed.

After knocking it out, Fu Qinghai pointed to the formula dozens of pages long and said to Master Kunto:

"This is a serum formula that I inadvertently obtained, called 'Super Soldier Serum', although it is not very stable, and the success rate of adaptation is also very low, but if the injection is successful, the enhancement of human body functions, mainly in terms of strength and speed, is almost no less than the muscle strengthening organs and bone strengthening organs in the space marine's transformation surgery, master, you can take a look."

Kunto knew that Fu Qinghai was not the kind of dirt bun who had never seen the world, and it could even be said that Fu Qinghai could be called a perverted memory ability and learning ability, and in just a few months of further study, he had almost hollowed out all the things that Kunto had learned all his life, so for the serum formula that Fu Qinghai took out, Kunto took it very seriously.

He stretched out his finger from under the red robe, and a mechanical tentacle on his finger gently inserted into the interface of the Thinker's system, and Master Quintor closed his left eye, which was flickering with a mechanical prosthetic eye embedded in his right socket.

After a long time, Master Quintor opened his eyes and commented:

"It's funny."

Fu Qinghai smiled:

"yes. I also have an experimental log of this serum injection here, including the adaptation of different receptors, clinical reactions, allergic reactions, and so on. ”

"Oh yes, I still have three serum samples."

Fu Qinghai took out three glass tubes containing blue liquid from his weapon belt.

Master Kunto's cloudy old eyes bloomed with a fine light, he looked down at the serum sample in Fu Qinghai's hand, and asked softly:

"Little Locke, you've given me so much, so what do you want?"

Fu Qinghai smiled.

Although Master Quintor often can't remember his name, he is not confused at critical moments, and understands that there is never a benefit for no reason.

Fu Qinghai stretched out two fingers and said:

"Master, two points. First, I hope that we can stabilize this serum and greatly increase the success rate; Second, I hope that we can mass-produce this serum and reduce the cost of production. Moreover, the research and development results of the Super Soldier Serum can only be shared by you and me at present. ”

Master Kunto's eyes were deep, and he nodded slightly:

"No problem, just what I want."

Not only does the Cult of the Mechanicus have reservations about the Human Empire and Space Marines, but it is also a fierce factional struggle within itself, and the conservative thinking of self-cherishing is very common in every sect, even if Fu Qinghai doesn't say it, Master Quintor is not willing to share his research results with others.

Some people may say Belisarius Kaul, but the Grand Sage of Kaul has the full support of the regent Robert Killman, and his position within the Cult of the Mechanicus is not a casting leader but a casting leader, so that he can let go and create the original casting of space marines and all kinds of new weapons and equipment, otherwise, even if an ordinary little technology priest proposes the technology of the original casting of the star marine, he will end up being taken away by his superiors.

Fu Qinghai and Master Quintto, students and mentors, like two evil Frankensteins in a science fiction movie, hide in a dark and dreary laboratory, whispering, and plotting.

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