Light.

For this group of life, which began to evolve 4.6 billion years ago, the perception of light was a feature that appeared in the Cambrian period more than 500 million years ago.

Therefore, the perception of light is often a sign of some kind of reupture.

White light poured down from above.

The Imperial Fist's eyelids fluttered, and he felt that his control of his body had disappeared from every nerve of his, and he couldn't even open his eyelids.

Something clammy and cold stuck to Lysander's eyelids, causing him to feel a heaviness in one eye.

His last memories included the crevice of his power armor being pierced by lightning claws sticking out of the shadows, and the vicious claws that pierced one of his heart, part of his lungs, and the walls of his stomach must have been scratched as he felt the burning sensation of gastric juices flowing into his abdominal cavity and corroding his other internal organs.

And Shanto's expression of ecstasy that turned to surprise and rage, and the power axe he tried to slash into Lysander's forehead at the same time—oh, the same place where the thing was now pasted, maybe it was a clotted blood scab.

But before he lost consciousness, he managed to smash the Fist of Dorne into the disgusting and crazy face of the cruel and perverted Iron Warrior.

Damned soothsayers, damned crows of betrayal!

His Lyman's ears and sensory nerves were gradually returning to work, and he began to judge his environment.

The commander of a company in the Imperial Fist sensed that he was lying naked on some kind of cold stone slab—no, some kind of smooth synthetic surface.

Some of the fog was wet, and the smell of cold, disinfectant water began to invade his nostrils, and the memories of the crashes of the past began to flash before his eyes as clearly as yesterday through the Star Marines.

The corpse of the Draven brothers, who were taken alive and had been cut in half when they were seen again, and their intestines hung on the flagpole to show off as trophies, the Scolapius brothers, who died in the nightmare of the demonic reef when he returned for revenge, and most of his comrades in the original elite first company, were almost unbearable losses for the Imperial Fist-

The self dragged into the dissection room, the condescending ring stands, the aliens and mutants strewn with it, the blood-stained scalpel and the bone saw, the bone saw sliced through his skin with the alien's emotionless commentary, making his body straight, his spine arching—

The double-edged sword reached almost deep enough to slice his throat -

"Look here, if you cut open and remove the fused rib plate inside his rib cavity," he heard the voice of the alien dissecter in a trance, "we can see the whole set of modified organ systems and gene glands in his body cavity, continue to cut open, and we can also see the legendary gene seed, oh...... Yes, this is it, look, this is the great source of all the extraordinary powers that can be given to the Space Marines. At the same time, it is also one of the most valuable and potential things in the galaxy. ”

Cold, sticky fingers followed the muscles and skin to open his muscle flap inch by inch, and the round blade sawed open the bone plate of his chest, revealing everything inside Lysander's body in the viewer's sight—

Then his memories in the darkness switched to some kind of disgusting scent, and a voice that made him sick to the point of vomiting seemed to be conversing close to him;

"Use mine? Of course, I'd love to...... Hee-hee...... Cluck...... How wonderful...... It must be acknowledged...... Flood...... Talented...... Favor ......"

The scent and heat approached him, and Danat Lysander tried to turn his head away from him in a coma.

The voice whispered, "Cluck...... You'll be willing to hear more stories from me this time...... Lysander......"

Then darkness engulfed his consciousness once more.

The white light pierced the darkness again.

Vengeful rage now filled Lysander's chest, his eyes bloodshot, and with a roar of a dying beast, he gathered all his strength, and violently squeezed his eyelid muscles to hold them up. The Space Marine's broad, muscular body jerked violently, trying to break free from the handcuffs and shackles that held him in place, he had done it, he could do it again—

"Pong Dong!"

His unrestrained hands and feet kicked the lid of the medical chamber hard and suddenly, and then he slammed his whole body to the smooth floor of the infirmary due to an unexpected sense of failure and a momentary loss of muscle balance.

Lysander choked uncontrollably.

Then he propped himself up vigilantly, it wasn't the first time he had escaped the fortress and planet controlled by the Iron Warriors naked, and now that much of his power had returned to his body, Lysander was ready to find anything in this cave that could help him escape-

"Hey, I must say, old friend, it's nice to see you come back to your senses so quickly." A voice, a demonic voice, abruptly sounded through the room with a somewhat pleasant tailnote.

In the blink of an eye in the fiftieth of a second, he pounced on an empty medical pod, still holding a medical device he had just touched - what looked like a hemostat, and he didn't have time to find a sharp weapon like a scalpel, but it was enough.

He watched the medical tray with its shiny chrome surface alertly.

Everything looks calm and normal, too abnormal normal. The smell of disinfectant and healing potions once again swept across the tip of his nose, and a company-long gustatory nerve even reminded him that their composition was uncomfortably almost identical to what he had smelled in the infirmary of the Mountain Formation.

Of course, this is impossible, so Lessander thinks it is necessary not to dwell on the pollution of chaos, but to be firm in his heart and never waver, he said to himself.

He was in a fairly advanced-looking, neat and bright medical room, and unlike the apothecary's room he was used to, there were few things like prayer candles, purity seals, and angels of wisdom, but he saw certain devices he recognized, such as the contemplative and medical pods, and the direction from which the voice had just come out was the doorway.

A tall figure with its entire head wrapped in some strange metal ball was standing there, and although he couldn't see the other person's face at all, Lysander knew who it was, and that disgusting tone he remembered was unforgettable, it must have been Shanto, this lucky dog bastard who dared to swagger in front of him at this moment.

"Lysander, old friend," said Shanto, with a palpable hint of schadenfreude and eerie joy in his tone, "glad you're awake." That's where I came. ”

Visit? What to visit? Did you visit him if he was cut open and gutted?

He turned the shiny side of the tray slightly again to see the weapon Shanto was carrying and where he was standing, while clenching the hemostat in his hand.

Even if he were to die here this time, he would send the war blacksmith with many evil deeds and sins to hell.

The war blacksmith took another step forward.

Lysander saw that he wasn't even wearing power armor, but a hospital gown. Snort, the Chaos Traitor is still acting like this, it's just a ridiculous painting.

"Lysander? My dear brother, don't hide, come out quickly, our doctor hasn't done your exam for today, and you need more treatment. Giggle. ”

The Imperial Fist couldn't help but shout angrily, "You beast! Shut your mouth that deserves to rot among maggots! ”

"Oh, you're so polite to say that, but I'll put up with it for the sake of the master of this place, tsk." The disgusting thing shook his metal head as if to step over and pull Lysander out of his cover.

The scarred Lysander muttered a prayer in his heart, and he listened alertly to the movement outside.

Very good, two more steps, no, one step......

Wail.

Writing is in the right place, I was arrested and went to my relatives for dinner ()

The next chapter has, come back in the evening

(End of chapter)