Just as Jacob was immersed in the feelings of his new body, the pharmacist suddenly spoke.
"You have to be very careful in the next few days, you don't know your strength yet."
Jacob looked at the other party, but was not sure what the pharmacist meant.
Then, a servant leaned over at the pharmacist's instructions. Its chest opened, a long robotic arm stretched out, and a nearly transparent stone was placed in the priest's hand.
"Pick it up and don't worry, it doesn't make any sense, just to show a situation."
Jacob picked up the stone and felt that its hardness was truly extraordinary.
"Crush this diamond ore."
Jacob looked at the other party, unable to understand.
He knew this was theoretically feasible, but the intuition in his mind was still fighting this feeling, and humans should not be able to crush this hard ore with empty hands.
"Pinch it."
There was an undeniable tone of command in the pharmacist's voice. Jacob closed his palm and immediately felt the resistance and relaxed intuition, but the pharmacist repeated his command again.
Jacob closed his finger again, then gritted his teeth and tried hard, and a chill ran upwards along his spine.
The next moment, the stone shattered like an eggshell, making a clicking sound. Jacob opened his hand and saw that the hard ore had broken into several small stones.
He slowly exhaled a chill, and now he truly began to understand the pharmacist's intention, his power was extraordinary.
Seeing the other party's pale face because of the cold, the pharmacist smiled and said:
"Jacob, you were given a special blessing from the Legion, which made you stronger than other fellow citizens, but you need to learn to control it, which takes a lot of time."
After saying that, the pharmacist walked away and Jacob sat back on the ground, but before that he noticed that the pharmacist was heading towards the arrogant disgusting Herbert.
He sincerely hoped that guy would fail.
After the baptism of knowledge was over, the recruits were led to the armory, where the red armory Lord Rogris was waiting for them.
Jacob learned the meaning of the red from the knowledge he acquired, which was the covenant between the Astartes and the Mechanical Church. If anyone had a talent in mechanical aspects, he would be selected into the armory to become the lowest-level apprentice. When the apprentice accumulated enough experience and experience, he would be qualified to become a formal technical sergeant and go to Mars to receive more advanced knowledge.
"These will be your personal equipment for a long time to come."
Rogris glanced at the recruits, and the weapons rack behind him were full of brand new weapons, from explosive guns to tactical daggers.
"Weapons are the lives of a warrior. You must be responsible for them with your life. Each piece is printed with your personal names so that you can recognize them, and we can also recognize them when you die."
Soon, the servants brought complete sets of equipment to the new recruits.
Jacob respectfully picked up a weapon, a ranged weapon called a bomb pistol.
He had heard before that the recruits had only simple mortal weapons to use, but he didn't expect that the team gave them explosive guns as soon as they came up. Even the simplified explosive pistol was enough to surprise him.
This thing is very new, just like it was just made, with the fragrance of holy oil, Jacob caresses the gun body as gentle as caressing his lover's skin.
Then he picked up another melee weapon and a chainsaw sword, and tried to wave it in the air for a few times. It felt great. He was eager to cut something now, especially the greenskin.
The others are small objects, such as tactical daggers, single-soldier birdbuyi, etc.
"Use it with caution, they are as dangerous to fools as they are to enemies, and now follow the servant to report to the training ground."
Jacob looked around, everyone else standing there checking their equipment, some familiar people looked even more fierce after shaving their buzz.
All boys have the same pride and surprise on their faces, and weapons are the symbols of their true “men” and “warriors” in their minds, and in a sense it is true.
Jacob looked at Herbert again, and the other party also raised his head and met his gaze.
There is no doubt that they are still not brothers now.
After heading to the training ground, the soldiers began their first shooting training. In addition to being responsible for the 10th Company Commander Armin, who everyone knew, a new instructor also came, and this instructor Jacob also knew him.
His name is Bahram.
Bang bang bang-
The explosive pistol bounced in Jacob's hand. Even with the modified superhuman power, the thing still had a lot of recoil. The pistol struggled like a wild animal trapped in his pliers' hands.
This may also be because his gun posture or technique is wrong. Although he has accepted the knowledge, he is still unfamiliar with his application.
Sure enough, the bullet flew over the target and hit the stone wall next to it, and a large piece of rock wall was knocked down.
Jacob felt the power that this weapon brought to him and the frustration of not being able to hit the target, and he realized the difference between the knowledge placed in his head and the ability to actually do something.
He knew the weapon very well, he knew how it worked, he knew the capacity of the magazine, he knew in theory how to disassemble, clean and maintain it, he knew exactly how to fire it, he knew to relax when aiming, and exhale when firing.
Unfortunately, knowing that these are very different from being able to do so.
"Don't worry, boy."
Bahram came over with a smile, then patted his shoulder.
"Continue to practice, and in the end you will be proficient. You can achieve proficiency in anything through practice. Don't believe it. The first time I couldn't even hit a target as big as the gate, but now..."
Before he finished speaking, Bahram suddenly made a coherent and fast action. Instead of stopping aiming or focusing, he pulled out his pistol in an instant, as if he was just reaching out, and then pointed the gun forward and pulled the trigger.
The next moment, three bullets hit the heart of the humanoid target.
Jacob looked at it all in surprise.
"You made this seem too easy, sir."
"Nothing is as easy as it seems, Jacob, your goal in training is to make difficult things look simple."
Jacob nodded. He liked to listen to Bahram and also liked to learn from veterans. That was the happiest thing he had about his new life.
It is not that Bahram gets along better than other Space Marines, but his character Jacob prefers it. After observing Jacob realizes that these powerful and terrible characters are different, they are all unique people, just as special as the people in his hometown - his other, the home in the distant life.