Camille treats wounded cathar soldiers.

Two Rangers dragged a wounded and fallen Vanguard to Camille, who reached out and undid his helmet, revealing the face of a woman.

Oh, a female soldier?

Camille was slightly stunned.

The large number of prosthetic modifications on the body of the cathars and the mechanical components covering the body surface are indeed indistinguishable from men and women in appearance.

Her face was pale, not an injury, but a scar from radiation and war. The only hair she had had had been shaved down to her scalp and dried up like red sand. Her eyelids were gone, her eyeballs covered in goggle-like optical arrays filled with blessed ointment, and her mechanical prosthetic eyes flickered to record messages to be transmitted to their masters in orbit.

"What's wrong with you?"

Camille asked.

The vanguard grinned, her skin peeling dry, and her teeth pitifully reduced to mutilated gums.

"I'm not feeling well anywhere, sir."

"But this is a blessing from the God of Machines."

Camille felt that he had asked a stupid question, so he changed his approach:

"Where are you damaged?"

"My ribs, sir, are laser-burned."

Camille lifted the rust-red tattered robe, untied the broken armor on the female soldier's chest, and saw the charred and black flesh, Camille's heart moved, and the mechanical servo arm on the medical backpack stretched out sensitively like an iron snake, and the needle injected nanoparticles into the vanguard's body.

The female soldier looked down at her broken body slowly recovering, and couldn't help asking:

"Sir, what is this?"

"Medical nanomechanical particles."

Camille said without looking up.

"Is it something like the Weohm Messianic Sect?"

The female soldier then asked.

Camille looked up:

"I know a lot...... You can understand it this way. ”

"The Sages of Varnack have preached their teachings to us."

The female soldier explained.

Camille thought to himself that this old fellow really didn't miss any chance to change other people's minds, what is the use of not going to the academic forum to debate with people, and to make propaganda in the cathars.

Camille heard Aoyama say that the way for the Mechanics to resolve academic disputes is to fight, and whoever has a hard fist will be justified, and it is estimated that he is not very capable of fighting like Gravia's Moon.

At this time, Fu Qinghai came over and said:

"The transport ship has been cleared, you go and extract the genetic seeds from the corpse of the Iron Warrior, and give them to Master Quintor to screen the mutations, and then put them in the Brotherhood's gene bank."

"Yes, Khan."

Camille replied.

Fu Qinghai contacted the research ship in the communication channel:

"Master Varnack."

"I can hear you, Aoyama."

"I need you to help me purify a ship, Master, a Tarask-class transport, I'm not sure if its contemplative system has been infected by the Electrodemon."

"No problem, Aoyama, I'll come here."

Master Varnack is a good talker.

That's what logicians do.

……

Fu Qinghai is taking stock of the seizures.

In addition to the transport ship itself, there were three RAND raiders, one Predator tank, two Rhino personnel carriers, which were determined to be of repair value after the war, as well as a number of fuel and ammunition supplies.

Master Varnack will decontaminate the vehicle's contaminated contemplative systems, and the mortal crew will clean the filthy and foul-smelling engine room, break and smooth the metal spearheads on the hull, and recoat the profane graffiti on the hull.

Camille collected a total of eighteen Iron Warrior Gene Seeds. This harvest is not fixed, a Space Mariner can produce two Gene Seeds, but the gene seeds take five to ten years to mature in the Space Marine's body, and not in recruits who have served for a short period of time.

In general, Fu Qinghai was right not to order a large-scale orbital bombardment, and the Divine Machine Brotherhood had a full harvest.

If the entire canyon were flattened with orbital bombardment, all the loot would be gone.

In the past, when I was a big soldier, I didn't think about these problems, but now that I have my own family background, I have to save it.

……

No. 56 and Sutter Flange walked side by side in front of Fu Qinghai.

alpha warrior says:

"You seem to know exactly what to do with the enchanted warriors."

Enchanted warriors are an exceptionally powerful elite class, and it is commonplace for an enchanted warrior to sweep through an Astarte tactical squad.

And Fu Qinghai's skillful appearance when he killed the enchanted warriors was as if he had already thought of facing them and had prepared countermeasures in advance.

Fu Qinghai Road:

"I fought against the Enchanted Warriors of the Whisperers when I debuted as a recruit, and you kept asking me how I was promoted to company commander, and that's why."

When Fu Qinghai first faced this kind of demon-possessed space marines on Losswell 7, he reminded the Ultramarines to switch melee weapons.

While pursuing the little girl Mona on the lower deck of the Fu Qinghai Sosalan, it was also discovered that the blaster was almost ineffective against low-level demons like the Pink Dreadnought.

Speaking of which, No. 56 was puzzled:

"Why?"

"Why don't ranged weapons work?"

Because the Emperor loves loyal melee combat.

Only those who are brave in melee combat can be blessed by the E-Archdemon.

This is, of course, a joke.

Fu Qinghai thought about it seriously and said:

"I have the impression that the Demon Inquisition has studied this phenomenon."

Combat records of early encounters between the Astarte Legion and subspace entities reveal a peculiar side of demonic nature.

For some unknown reason, demons are recorded to be virtually unaffected by high-velocity live ammunition and energy weapons in their newly manifested state. On the other hand, more primitive attacks, such as slashing with swords or burning with flames, have been reported to have exaggerated effects.

"There is a theoretical hypothesis."

傅青海 says:

"Demons are born from the emotions and feelings of intelligent beings, for example, when humans murdered for the first time, the demon Draconion was born in the subspace, an indiscriminate demon that does not belong to the four gods of Chaos."

"It has been speculated that what demons fear most is the weapons used by these ancient humans, who will not be injured on a physical level, but on a conscious level—through the primitive anticipation of pain."

"It's just a guess." Fu Qinghai concluded.

"Well, that's a lot of. By the way, when are you going to attack the Warlord's Castle? ”

No. 56 felt that this theory was too idealistic + metaphysical, and decisively gave up this topic.

"Preparations, what stage of infiltration have your mortal agents reached?"

Fu Qinghai asked.

The two changed the subject and started talking.

"The Essential ...... of Subspace"

"Consciousness level ......"

On the contrary, Sartfaran, who was silently listening, pondered about the theory thrown out by Fu Qinghai, and thought about it in a low voice.

……

Space orbit, cruiser Blazing Horse, lower deck.

The cloak alchemist sat cross-legged on his bed, holding an old, yellowed manuscript written in alien script, and reading it carefully.

He raised his eyes, looked at the empty cabin in front of him, and said:

"Miss Zhang Yuning, are you still there?"

The bulkhead in front of him suddenly twisted and pulled, protruding into a grimace, and gradually transformed into the shape of a tall ghost nun in black robes, looking at the alchemist coldly.

"Why don't you sleep?"

The ghost nun's voice was low and rumbling, echoing through the cabin, like a man and a beast, like a man and a woman.

"You've been on the boat for so long, you've never slept before."

The alchemist smiled:

"As you can see, I'm meditating, and I can use meditation instead of sleep."

He adjusted his sitting posture for a long time, put down the scroll in his hand, and said:

"I'm going to start meditating again, you shouldn't stare at an old man all day, Miss Zhang, your boyfriend will be jealous."

"Humph!"

The ghost nun let out a low snort, and slowly turned into black smoke and disappeared.

Alchemist Gai, closing his eyes, felt carefully, and after making sure that the demon's aura was gone, he picked up the manuscript again, and on the cover of the manuscript was scrawled a line of unknown words, if there were scholars from the Jedi Temple Archives here at this moment, he would definitely exclaim.

That kind of writing comes from an extinct red-skinned humanoid race, a naturally sensitive race of the Force.

This alien script, if translated into Oribes, the lingua franca of the Star Wars universe, would mean:

Sith Alchemy

………… (To be continued)