"Holy! Lord of Mankind! ”

Lu Mingfei knelt on one knee and let go of his body and mind to welcome the arrival of the emperor's will.

The will of the emperor is the will of the sun, and the language of the emperor is the language of light and heat.

Countless voices rang out in every corner of his mind at the same time, men and women, old people and children, pious prayers, angry curses, desperate cries, and hopeful roars.

Lu Mingfei felt that his brain was about to crack, and even life was worse than death when the original body communicated with the emperor, not to mention that he was only a mortal now.

The Great Will also seemed to realize this, and all the voices quickly faded, leaving only the voice of a tired middle-aged man.

Even so, Lu Mingfei couldn't hear what the emperor was saying.

A flood of information washed over his soul, and he seemed to understand the emperor's orders, but he also seemed to know nothing.

"Wait."

In countless auditory hallucinations, Lu Mingfei only remembered this one word.

The Emperor's will quickly dissipated, and the universe was very resistant to his coming, which could not last even with the blessing of the Nibelungen's special plane.

"Praise the Emperor!"

Lu Mingfei respectfully stretched out his hands, and a glass container fell into his hand.

In the eerie green glow of the culture, an egg-sized biological sphere floated up and down.

"What is this?"

Chu Zihang woke up from the shock of the emperor's arrival.

"This is the sacred genetic seed, the bloodline of the Space Marines."

After Lu Mingfei finished speaking, he put the container into his arms.

"Let's go, brother, this place is going to collapse."

The golden gate of light stood in front of the two of them, the Emperor's last gift from the impending destruction of the world.

They stepped through the gate of light, and the next moment their feet were already on the square of the temple of the goddess Kali, and the minaret was still visible as far as the eye could see.

However, it was late at night, and the square was empty.

Lu Mingfei called Lan Che, and there was a cheering voice from there.

"You've finally contacted me, and I don't know how to explain it to the school."

"How long have we been in?"

He guessed something from Lancher's.

"It's been a week."

Lancher said loudly.

For a week, with his sense of time, they went in for a day at most.

I don't know if it's because of the speed of time in this Nibelungen itself, or if the Emperor's arrival has caused chaos in space.

But if it's only for a week, it's not a big problem.

"You just don't move around, I'll pick you up."

Lancher said impatiently.

The two of them didn't mean to run around, and they didn't come to steal the temple.

After more than twenty minutes, the familiar voice of the tuk-tuk sounded.

I saw Lancher coming from a distance with a flashlight, like a patrolling security guard.

"Phew, it's okay to see that the doorman and I are from the same village, otherwise it's really rare to get in. It's been too long since you've been around, and the school has been looking for me several times. ”

Lancher grumbled as he looked at the two of them, his face changing slightly when he saw the wounds on their bodies.

"Let's go, I'll take you to the doctor."

Lancher led the two to the gate, and the gatekeeper pointed at them and said something, and turned a blind eye after being thrown a pack of cigarettes.

Got into the tuk tuk, this time with Lancher himself as the driver.

"Who dares to come to the Kali Goddess Temple at such a late hour, I can only open it myself."

After all, he is a high-caste half-breed, and his tuk tuk drives a little less soul.

Not only can it not be plugged into other tuk-tuks, but it also loses a bit of momentum when honking the horn as a turn signal.

Lancher himself felt embarrassed, and vowed that the next time he invited them to ride his motorcycle, he would definitely let them feel what Indian speed is.

When you arrive at the clinic Lancher is talking about, it looks like a three-story house.

Obviously, this is a black clinic.

Because of the incompetence of public hospitals and the high fees of private hospitals, black clinics have proliferated everywhere in India, and the quality of doctors in them is also uneven.

The worse ones are the liars who use cow dung to cure all diseases, and the better ones can at least understand the instructions of the medicine.

But no matter how good it is, it's not much better, after all, serious doctors go to the hospital to make a lot of money.

However, Lan Che naturally wouldn't take them to any unreliable places.

The doctors of this black clinic originally worked in a large hospital, but because they offended the local elites, they were forced to come to Kolkata to open a black clinic.

I don't have to say anything about my medical skills, but the medical products are also good, and I am a well-known underground doctor in this urban area.

"Radu, I'm coming out to pick up the guests."

Lancher shouted in English.

After all, he had gone to Kassel to study, and his accent was barely understandable.

"What a pick-up, I'm not a brothel here."

A tall, thin young man opened the small door.

Seeing Lu Mingfei's injuries on their bodies, Radu's eyes froze.

"Lancher, you know I don't want to get in trouble."

"Radu, if I don't get into trouble like you, your soul has already gone to see Brahma."

Lancher said unceremoniously.

Had it not been for his dealings with the magnate, Radu would not have had a chance to make it to Kolkata alive.

"Well, count me to you."

Radu shook his head and stepped out of the way to let them in.

The first floor of the house is occupied by residents, and the second and third floors are the clinic.

Radu woke up the nurses and began to help them clean their wounds.

After returning to the real world, the flow of blood also returned to normal, and at this time, Lu Mingfei's gauze was already soaked with blood.

Chu Zihang's condition was better, but he also injured his blood vessels.

Fortunately, Radu's suturing technique was indeed very skillful, and most of the wounds were stitched up before they lost a lot of blood, and the suture strength was very high, which basically did not affect their movement.

The price is that there is no excessive consideration for tissue growth, and there is a high probability that there will be scars after healing.

Of course, for fighters, this is a trivial trifle.

Not to mention a little scar, the interstellar soldier Lu Mingfei who fought with half his face had seen a lot.

"Doctor, I need you to do me another favor."

Seeing that Radu's medical skills were indeed good, he made additional requests.

"If you need any illegal drugs, I don't think I can help you."

Radu first refused, then added.

"I'll give you a little bit of hemp at most."

"No, I don't need those things. I just need you to help me implant this inside me. ”

Lu Mingfei took out the glass container where the gene seeds were stored.

Gene seed, a germ cell and virus-like protein machine that undergoes complex genetic engineering to develop into various organs.

By implanting genetic seeds into normal human adolescent males, the pharmacists were able to transform the boys into superhuman Astartes.

After a certain amount of time, each Astarte will produce a second Gene Seed in the Gene Trap Gland.

The gene seed means both the continuation and development of the warband, and is one of the most important assets of a warband.

Therefore, whenever conditions allow, each Space Marine warband will recycle the genetic seeds of the sacrificed warriors.

Each gene seed inherits the genetic information of a certain protoplasm, which is why the protoplasm is considered to be the genetic father of the space marines.

Space marines implanted with genetic seeds will inherit both the strengths and weaknesses of the Father of Genes, and will even mutate.

But there will be no variation in this genetic seed that Lu Mingfei obtained, because it comes from the emperor.