Warhammer: Empire Reboot

Later, he was promoted to company chaplain, responsible for investigating internal spies, enforcing discipline, and maintaining the purity of the battle group.

He knew that people were talking about him behind his back, saying he was cold-blooded and that he had betrayed the company commander.

He didn't care; he only cared whether he was on the right side.

But now, looking down at his body, he realized something was wrong.

Every heartbeat in this body seemed to mock all his past perseverance.

He was once unable to tolerate the biblical anomalies in Titus that could not be explained by the scriptures.

Now, he himself has become an anomaly that the scriptures cannot explain.

This is harder to accept than death!

Andros's breathing suddenly became heavy.

He suddenly looked up at the genetic scientists wearing white protective robes outside the cabin.

He roared, "What have you done to me?"

Outside the biochemical repair chamber, a line of text remained lit on the main monitoring screen.

[Skyforged Astartes Advanced Enhancement and Modification Experiment: Case 1.]

[Sample status: Awake.]

[Integration level: Stable.]

[Combat potential assessment: Exceeds the original casting benchmark.]

Andros saw those lines of text.

His brain exploded as if it had been sliced ​​open by a chainsaw.

"Are you using me as an experiment?"

The genetics director said through the protective glass, "Andros, you suffered a fatal wound on the Graytooth-19 battlefield. Your chest cavity is collapsed, your lungs are ruptured, your second heart is malfunctioning, and orc spore contamination has spread from your abdomen. Conventional first aid cannot guarantee your survival. Your transfer clearance is at the highest level: genetic seed risk, battlefield emergency treatment."

"Who approved it?"

"Battlefield Authorizer, Er Gou."

Andros was even more furious; he found it unbelievable.

"Ergou is a barbarian!"

"A guard from the dark side of the Empire, a barbarian who swears constantly, has no knowledge of the sacred texts, and can't even be bothered to follow tactical commands in a standard format, approved the genetic modification of an Ultramarines? He doesn't have that authority!"

The genetics director remained calm: "The one ultimately responsible is Lord Lawson."

"That won't work either, I didn't agree!"

Andros roared, "My chapter did not agree! The Martian Mechanicus did not approve! Lord Guilliman did not approve! This is not in accordance with the Astartes Code! This is not in accordance with the Astartes Code! This is not in accordance with any recognized chapter's medical procedures!"

He suddenly began to struggle.

The first alloy pipe was torn off, and an alarm sounded.

"The sample breaks free from the constraint."

"Increased pressure at the thoracic inlet."

"Increased neural rejection in the honeycomb nucleus."

The second pipeline was torn off, then the third pipeline was torn off, and the culture medium sprayed out of the chamber.

The alloy braces, strong enough to lock an ordinary Space Marine, creaked and groaned on his shoulders and wrists.

Andros's eyes were bloodshot, and with each rise and fall of his chest, his enhanced cardiopulmonary system forced oxygen and regeneration drug residue into every muscle.

That's incredibly powerful!

This body is terrifyingly strong.

It was precisely because of his strength that Andros was even more terrified, fearing that he would become a heretic!

He slammed his fist on the hatch.

The thick, transparent armored cabin walls were cracked with a spiderweb pattern.

The second punch shattered the hatch.

Andros emerged from inside, carrying broken tubing and culture medium, his bare upper body exposed to the cold white light.

The newly formed bone structure on the chest still bears the incompletely faded silver-gray repair marks, and the honeycomb brain nucleus at the back of the neck is like a black brand, deeply embedded in the flesh.

"heresy……"

"You wizards who blaspheme the sacred genes..."

Several medical servo arms tried to approach, but he ripped them off and smashed them into the wall.

"What have you done to me?!"

The genetics director immediately ordered: "Non-lethal suppression."

But Andros has already begun searching for weapons.

A bomb pistol, a chainsaw sword, or even a surgical saw will do.

His logic became extremely clear during the breakdown.

Since I can no longer prove my purity, there is only one way.

End your own life before the pollution spreads.

For the Emperor, for Guilliman, I will prove my loyalty to the Empire with my death!

He lunged at the first-aid weapon cabinet against the wall.

Before they even touched the cabinet door, two figures had already entered the operating room through the side door.

Those were two combat units.

Andros had barely taken a step when the first combatant was already at his side.

In Andros's eyes, it was too fast!

Just as Andros's enhanced visual nerves caught the afterimage, the opponent's knee strike had already pierced the back of his knee.

Andros' right leg immediately lost its power angle.

The second combatant appeared on his left at the same time, one hand gripping his wrist bone and the other pressing down on the lower edge of his shoulder blade.

Twist, press, and pull.

Andros's massive body, which had just undergone the Skyforged transformation, was forced to kneel forward halfway.

He roared, his heart and lungs pounded violently, and new nerve bundles on both sides of his spine lit up simultaneously. His muscles, like layers of taut steel cables, exploded from his shoulders all the way down to his forearms.

In that instant, he indeed displayed power far exceeding that of the original Space Marines.

His feet left dents in the metal plate on the ground.

He forcefully pulled the restraint angle of his left arm back two inches.

If it were a regular Astartes, or even a Primal Astartes, this would be enough to send the Suppressor flying.

However, the actions of the two combatants remained unchanged.

The top-ranked fighter even glanced down at the dent in the ground.

"It's from a new furnace, so it's still quite strong."

Andros gritted his teeth and turned around, intending to use his shoulder to knock the first combatant aside.

"Get out of here!"

The first combat sequence member gripped Andros's nape with his five fingers, his thumb pressing precisely on a neural node on the outer side of the honeycomb nucleus.

Andros' entire spine suddenly went numb.

The power that had just erupted was as if it had been severed by a single stroke.

His eyes suddenly widened.

boom!

Andros's knee slammed into the ground, causing the metal plate to collapse.

The second fighter grabbed his right arm, pressed his knee against his elbow, and locked it in the opposite direction.

Andros's body was half-fixed to the ground.

He still wanted to struggle.

But the next second, a sedative injection was already inserted into the side of his neck.

Drug delivery.

Andros's muscles twitched violently, but he didn't collapse immediately.

The first-ranked fighter raised an eyebrow.

"Drug resistance has also increased."

The second combatant remained expressionless and pulled out two more syringes from his waist.

"Then increase the amount!"

After two more injections, Andros's vision began to blur.

He continued to glare at the genetic scientist before him, muttering curses under his breath:

"heresy……"

The first combat rank member raised his hand and pressed down on the back of his head, pinning him to the ground.

"Alright, heretic, lie down too."

Andros's fingers were still gripping the ground, his nails scratching deep marks on the metal plate.

Two combat personnel, one on each side, dragged him back onto the operating table.

Andros was pressed back onto the restraint frame.

The black stone lock clicked shut, the nerve inhibition ring fastened to the spine, and a silver-white isolation band was placed around the outside of the honeycomb brain nucleus.