"Parogov! To give! This is the syringe you want! ”

As the voice spoke, a basket full of specially made syringes floated through the air over the heads of the busy servants.

Nearly every syringe was the length of a mortal's forearm, and the filled liquid of clear tranquilizer shook in the syringe.

"Thank you, Julius, for being a great help." The apothecary apprentice picked one up and gave a needle to the restless body of someone who was struggling restlessly, who quickly quieted down before being put into the culture tank with a line inserted.

The newly prepared vitamin support fluid flowed from the top of the tank, gradually filling the entire tank, and the injured Astarte inside also suspended with it.

"The number of casualties was unexpected, and we had to use the test tank and the culture tank, which were fortunately enough after all of them."

Parogov sighed in his helmet, where the temperature regulation was turned on very low to facilitate the need for immediate surgery and transfer of organs and tissues, and if you didn't wear a helmet, the white gas would immediately frost.

The once well-organized laboratory is now covered with cobweb-like makeshift medical lines, flanked by barely neat vertical tanks, and the blue fluorescent solution in which the remains of humans with missing arms and legs or disembowelments are suspended, making the lab look a little ...... Well...... The style of painting is quite in line with the conceptual positioning.

Of course, Parogov did not have such thoughts.

Master Hun Suo - the throne is above! Parogov was filled with guilt and gratitude for his teacher, who immediately connected himself to the Contemplative Center as soon as he woke up, and after going through the documents so far, he immediately threw himself into the rescue of the Warband's predecessors with a high level of sacrificial enthusiasm, but Parogov did not agree when he urged him to rest for a while.

What a touching passion for serving the warbands and their comrades.

The young pharmacist leaned himself against the doorframe beside him, thinking as he used his strengthening brain to devote a little energy to the patients in the room.

After the rush of the rescue was endless questions, he pondered how and what had happened in the past few Terra hours.

According to Julius, when he finally arrived, the situation looked terrible, as if something had rushed into the Destiny Steel through a crack in the subspace and slaughtered it, and he thought it was the counterattack of some haunting demon.

The surrogate pastor thought for a moment that he was a step too late, and regretted that he had not been able to prevent this from happening.

Thankfully, he calmed down and began to examine the scene, only to find that all of the wounds, although severe and many of them were critical, were a little less powerful, that is, if the attacker's strength, arms, or weapon length had been strengthened, there would have been only corpse parts and the only living person left.

Luckily, it's all a little bit close.

The only moment he saw it was when Parogov fell to his knees with his sword in hand, and he held his friend in a thrilling way with his psionic hand before his face hit his friend's naked body.

In short, with a subtle expression, Julius described to him how he used the psionic skills taught by Master Emenute to float the people on the scene into the infirmary along with their parts.

And according to his only eyewitness, Parogov's position at the time appeared to be "completely alone in attracting all of them to attack, and in an instant you counterattacked."

It's impossible to think about it.

Parogov raised his arm, opened his palms in the light, clenched his fists, opened and clenched.

It looked like an ordinary Astarte's arm wrapped in the apothecary's white armor.

There is no peculiar size, and there is no glorious and divine bonus.

Did this hand really miraculously protect the teacher from the veterans who had inexplicably launched a collective attack?

Speaking of which, their actions are completely rebellion.

Well, anyway, the teacher is fine, and no one died, his duty is to save people first, and everything will be handled by the commander of the battle regiment, the company commander and others.

- And although my swordsmanship was taught to me by Master Hongsuo, it can only be said to be mediocre...... My teacher would always complain that I didn't have a good survival rate when I went to the battlefield like this.

—And what did Julius mean when he said, "And also, before you fell, when you saw my spiritual power come with all the power in full swing, and exalted the Word of the Emperor in praise of the Emperor's name, you looked very, very disbelievable and angry, and not happy"?

- But I really don't remember what happened after I fainted. But when I say that, I do feel like my muscles are overexerting all over my body.

So...... Since the equipment outside is seriously damaged, maybe there are other clues here for him to refer to and recall?

The pharmacist apprentice carefully checked all the patients and the operation of the equipment, and then made his way to the corner of the room.

He turned on the Ponderor that had been placed there, and began to plug in the sensor's monitoring playback.

There was a crackling sound from the depths of the brass panel, and then it stopped with a cacophony of "quacks" and black smoke.

"What's going on?" Startled, young Astarte hurriedly stuck his head behind the contemplative to see what had happened to the machine.

"Oh, I forgot to tell you, little Niraidoa, that machine's input was contaminated with the liquid that leaked earlier, so it will short-circuit as soon as it is activated."

His teacher appeared at the door, and naturally, he came over and patted the apprentice's shoulder armor with that intact arm.

"I'm sorry, Master Hongsuo, I don't know."

"You're always so serious, take it easy, little Niraidoa." His teacher joked with him with great interest, "Am I some kind of monster who eats elementary school apprentices?" ”

His apprentice looked serious for a moment, "No, Master Honso," he replied, "you're so much scarier than that, monsters don't call me little Nila Idoa or cute little Parogov. ”

The Apothecary Master burst into laughter.

——

[I said it, all of them are made into living macro cannon shells.] And shoot them out in a salvo the next time you need them. 】

Peturabo said coldly, and Ramizane saw sharply that the dog had opened the list and began to select his new officers from among the recruits.

[I don't need such self-contained and useless waste on my flagship.] 】

"Ahem, Ahlin, I think the muscles of the hind legs need to be rubbed a little more, and then trim the trim neatly, remember to be lighter."

Half-kneeling on the edge of the couch throne, the Iron Warrior is resigned, and Ahalin has now replaced his Terminator armor with a Seiko MK4, as the Terminator is not able to make more suitable squats and fine hand movements.

He was carefully holding up the hind paws of the border herd with one hand, and with the other hand using the fingertips to follow the muscle texture of the dog's leg to make a horse and kill chicken.

[If you think that letting my stupid son massage me will make me let everyone else go, you are very wrong. 】

"Well, remember to sharpen the tip of your nails with that yellow-and-black striped sander after cutting, being careful not to grind ...... Oh, it's okay, it's impossible to grind to the blood line, just grind. ”

[By the way, when making cannonballs, Hong Suo was left, and I praised him for being bold and careful and non-conformist. 】

The border shepherd roared lowly, and the poor herald shuddered again.

[But I didn't let him do this disgusting thing of mixing that stinky, hard, broken stone garbage gene into my great steel gene!] Where the hell did he learn this?! I'm going to cut off his eyelids and nail him to the bow of the ship to face the subspace hurricane!!! 】

"Keep grooming, Ahalim, uh-huh, it's none of your business."

【…… I remember reminding you early on not to use Fabius Bair's book as a textbook......]

[I personally deleted and rewrote it!] 】

【…… Then we can only boil it down to the fact that there is something about Honso - there is a strange fate on him. Personally, it's better than one day he came back to me and said, "My lord, I've turned the world of five hundred upside down, and I'm followed by a dozen companies of Smurfs in the butt - oh, in this parlance, it's better that the Ultramarines are chasing them and they're almost there." 】

[Mortal opinion. If Hong Suo can really do this, I will not skimp on my reward. But! He! I actually put stones into steel in my legion first! I must ......]

[Excuse me, did you not read his report at all?] 】

[I've heard enough from the surveillance to get him nailed to the bow ten times, what else?!] 】

【…… Well, he said in the report that in fact, the spare tank is used as a separate culture organ for experiments, so theoretically the possible impact will not be particularly large, and he needs to observe each sample for a long time. Maybe, just, bigger, better, greener ......]

[Greener.] Perturabo pricked up his ears suspiciously.

[Stronger, I mean, stronger. Lamizan picked up the coffee cup, took a sip of it, and then sighed contentedly.

[He also wants to observe each sample for a long time?!] Perturabo almost laughed, "What did he think I was here? His private lab?! 】

[Well, he said that now that he has the experience, he can already cultivate high-purity Iron Warrior gene seeds according to your requirements, but he needs a lot of samples, so he thinks this is quite feasible...... It's all in the report. 】

Bian Mu frowned, revealing a gloomy and thoughtful expression, which made people want to rub his plush cheeks, but in the end he agreed, [Okay, let's see how he justifies himself first. 】

[I know, Pepe, you're the best puppy in the world-]

[I'm not a dog!] And don't make that Oglien-like expression with my face, fear fucking eyes! 】

"Ahalim, Ahalim?" His father's astonished and lilting baritone voice woke the herald from his dream, and the black-haired Son of Steel turned his slightly dull face to one of his originals.

"Take that datapad — yes, the one that was thrown into the corner, take it, put it in the ...... Put it in front of another me. ”

Wail......

It's still a very painful day, isn't this thing mainly attacking the respiratory tract, why is it still attacking old injuries so undevoid of martial arts

(End of chapter)