Warhammer: Hail to the Void Lords!.

Chapter 649 06.648: "It feels so good to be alive"

huh... huh...

Fowles was in a state of confusion and had no idea where he was.

He slowly opened his eyes, only a tiny slit, and through the slit, he realized that he was being placed on a cart and moving quickly.

Yes, Fowles is his name, the name of the kid with a mohawk. He is the youngest son of old man Joe.

But what does it matter? A gangster born in the Lower Nest, who cares what his real name is.

He closed his eyes again out of exhaustion. After an unknown amount of time, he slowly opened them again. This time, he was lying on a large, clean bed.

"Huh... I'm still alive..." He muttered to himself, blinking his eyes and staring blankly at the gray ceiling.

Suddenly, he sat up abruptly and shouted, "Dad!"

The sound echoed in the ward and he looked around anxiously.

This was a single room, a special room that only officers were qualified to use. The medical sister was originally concentrating on the matter at hand. When she heard the noise, she turned around and said to him gently, "Are you awake? Do you feel any discomfort?"

He shook his head anxiously, blurting out: "Where are my eldest brother and dad?"

As soon as he finished speaking, he saw his elder brother sleeping in the bed opposite him with an oxygen tube inserted in his nostrils.

"My eldest brother...is he still alive?" he asked in a trembling voice.

"Alive. Woke up before you. Just fell asleep." The medical sister replied softly.

Hearing this, Old Man Qiao's youngest son's tense nerves relaxed a little, and then the scene of life and death flooded into his mind like a tide.

"Then has my dad... already..." Tears welled up in his eyes and he asked in a choked voice.

"He's in a bad condition." A male voice came from outside.

The little boy looked up suddenly and saw a handsome man walking in from outside.

There were two obvious wounds on the man's face, and his uniform was also torn in several places, obviously scratched by broken glass. Even if these external features were put aside, his identity could be easily known from the uniform with a wide gold border and the large golden epaulette on his right shoulder.

"Captain...Captain!!!" The youngest son jumped up from the bed in an instant like a ignited rocket and saluted.

"Are you injured? Captain?"

"Many people were injured. We were chased by the aliens for three hours, and the battleship's engine lasted for three hours with afterburner, allowing us to rush towards Mandeville Point amidst a hail of bullets." The captain stretched out his hand wearing oily white gloves and gently stroked the bulkhead of the Epic, a trace of nostalgia and reluctance flashing in his eyes.

The Epic was seriously injured in this escape from death. According to Latti's preliminary investigation, it will most likely have to return to the factory for an overhaul before it can return to the battlefield.

In order to keep him alive, she, the ignorant but tacit machine soul girl, has burned herself out.

"I'm sorry! I don't know why I'm in the officers' ward. I'm very sorry. I'll give you my seat immediately." The youngest son said with a guilty look on his face.

"No. I'm fine. You can continue to use this room. Sister Arabella will be able to heal this minor wound for me soon. If you can still walk, go see your father. He's in the emergency room next door."

When he heard the word "emergency room", the younger son's eyes widened and his pupils shrank suddenly.

"Yes! Thank you, Captain!" He nodded quickly, turned and rushed to the outer corridor.

"That's the opposite, the emergency room is behind you." Seeing this, the captain shouted a warning.

He immediately turned around and ran back in panic.

The door of the ICU rescue room was closed, so he could only lie on the porthole-shaped observation window outside, staring closely at the inside.

"How is he?" Horatio asked Lati who came out. The Sisters and ordinary ship doctors were responsible for general illnesses and demonic plagues on the Epic, while this kind of serious medical treatment involving asphyxiation and industrial or nuclear pollution was usually handled by the Genetics.

"All I can say is that he's still alive. I suggest that you approve my surgery to transform him into a servitor so that he can continue to play some role." Lati said with her usual indifferent smile, looking a little bored.

When he heard the words “transformed into a robot servant”, old man Qiao’s youngest son burst into tears, tears flowing uncontrollably.

"Please, please, Father, don't turn my father into a robot servant."

"Oh, a little boy begging me, Fufufu~ It's not up to you." Leti raised the corners of his mouth and smiled evilly.

"Leti, think of a solution."

Horatio stepped forward and shook Latti's hand: "After all, old man Joe saved a whole ship of people. Without his timely repairs and replacement of the pipes, the radioactive dust would have put the entire ship into an emergency state."

"He is suffering from severe hypoxia, and his brain is only one step away from brain death. To be honest, if he becomes a vegetable, transforming him into a robot servant can be considered a way to keep him alive."

Lati's tone was icy. Then, he turned his head mechanically and sleekly, looking at Old Man Qiao's youngest son, revealing a cold and terrifying smile: "Don't worry, I will make him into a spare part for the heavy-duty mechanical servant of the Engineering Department, which will also be considered as fulfilling his wish."

"Wow!!!!" The younger son was frightened and burst into tears, his voice getting louder and louder.

"Shh! Don't make any noise. The injured are recuperating." Sister Arabella, with a tired look on her face, poked her head out from the door, raised a silver-armored finger stained with blood, gently placed it in front of her lips, and made a gesture to keep quiet.

Horatio snapped his fingers, and his youngest son's crying gradually changed from wailing to muffled sobs.

The boy walked into the intensive care unit, slowly knelt down beside old man Joe, and tears as big as beans fell down.

This boy, who normally wouldn't cry even if he fell down and broke his head, now had trouble suppressing the tears in his eyes.

"Dad, I'm sorry. I didn't listen to you before, I hung out with other people and achieved nothing. I shouldn't have always gone against you. Now I know that everything you told me was for my own good. I will listen to you in the future. If you ask me to learn the maintenance skills from you, I will learn it too. Please wake up." He sobbed and whispered to old man Joe.

Horatio shook his head helplessly. Just as he was about to ask Letty if there was any other solution, he saw old man Joe in the ICU suddenly sit up without any warning and stretch.

"Yeah! I'm so sleepy and tired... It's like someone hit the back of my head with a hammer. Kid, do you really mean what you just said? Will you study the craft with me earnestly?" Old man Qiao said in a slightly hoarse voice.

"Dad!" Seeing old man Qiao sitting up safely, the youngest son rushed over and hugged his father tightly.

"Learn! I will learn! I will definitely learn!"

"Well, that's what you said. Don't blame me for slapping you if you try to fool me." Old man Qiao said in a serious tone.

"Okay..." the youngest son replied with sobs.

Even Lati showed a surprised expression. Her diagnosis was undoubtedly accurate and basically impossible to be wrong, but the scene before her was really beyond her expectations.

"Captain! Please approve my request to dissect his brain." Lati rubbed his hands, his eyes sparkling with excitement. "This is incredible! Just now his brain was almost brain dead due to lack of oxygen, but now it's suddenly fine! This kind of thing is almost impossible for a baseline human to happen."

"Uh... For things like this, let's wait until the person is really dead first." Horatio looked helpless and pinched her waist hard. The warm touch he felt was no different from that of a real person.

Lati pouted, with feigned dissatisfaction in her eyes: "I can achieve this immediately."

"Okay, okay, put away your nonsense ideas."

Horatio looked at the heartwarming scene of his family members reuniting after escaping a desperate situation, he heaved a sigh of relief, turned his head and looked out the porthole, at the planet that was as green as an olive, with thin clouds of gas lingering around the surface:

"We are almost to Macragge.

I heard that the Ultramarines Chapter Master invited me over, but I don't know what that means. Well, I'll go over there anyway. This is my first time in Macragge, this legendary city."

(End of this chapter)