Chapter 27 Transformation and Small Misunderstandings
The voice of the Forbidden Army caused everyone who had started to finish the work to stop what they were doing, and the chief pharmacist who was about to leave turned around.
Every step in the previous transformation process, even the positions deliberately reserved for the Forbidden Army envoys to perform supervisory functions on the operating table, have been continuously optimized after thousands of years of actual operation, and finally became fixed.
Since the envoy of the Imperial Guard in front of him interrupted this established process, he must have his reasons.
But no matter what, when an accident happens, the probability of misfortune is usually much greater than luck.
After carefully looking at the envoy representing the Royal Court of Terra in front of him, he turned to the pharmacist next to him and said: "Open the temporary stasis field."
Then he turned to the envoy of the Forbidden Army and said:
"We are waiting for your instructions, but please do it as soon as possible."
The imperial envoy reached into his arms again and took out a smaller box than before. He said to the chief pharmacist:
"This is an original sample from Mars of a top-secret technological project on the transformation of the Astartes. We only have this one in our hands. Lord Trajan ordered me to bring it here. He said that this child may need it.
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"Sample? About Astartes? Transformation?" When the chief pharmacist fully confirmed and understood the meaning of these words, he angrily confirmed to the envoy of the Imperial Army:
"Whose authorization is this project based on? Why don't we know? Is this technology mature now? Or do you want to test the effects of your so-called samples on our brothers?"
As he spoke, he ignored the Imperial Guard's body that was obviously taller than him in his anger.
He stared closely at the face of the imperial envoy, walked towards him step by step, and questioned him word for word, almost roaring:
"Who gave you the courage to let us, these children of the emperor, serve as users of the samples in your mouth? Are we your test subjects?"
He finally walked half a step in front of the envoy of the Forbidden Army, almost face to face, staring into the eyes, and then lowered his voice and said in a low voice: "You'd better explain to us, otherwise..."
After the pharmacist uttered the last word, the entire medical room became so quiet that even his breathing seemed to be frozen.
The Imperial Envoy looked at the veteran in front of him. He knew the reason for his anger and his mission.
He doesn't care about the former. No one in this world can make the Imperial Guard care about him except the Emperor himself; but for the latter, the Imperial Guard who cannot complete their mission will take off his armor and put on the armor that represents retirement without any instructions from others.
Black robe.
But he has no similar intention for the time being.
Each Custodian is a pragmatist, and they will destroy every enemy who tries to offend their majesty.
But if the price of completing the mission is dignity, then they will never mind throwing their dignity into the mud as a stepping stone to complete the mission.
He took a step back and spread his hands to indicate to the chief apothecary and all the Gray Knights present that he meant no harm. He said:
"This project, authorized by the Imperial Regent, Lord Robert Guilliman, the Primarch, was started after the end of the Great Rebellion, just a little later than the establishment of your army. You do not need to question whether its legal rationality is legitimate."
He paused, giving the Gray Knights present some time to digest the information, and then said: "As for why it is a sample, because the cultivation process of this new organ has not been fixed yet, the yield is extremely low, and you..." He glanced at the Gray Knights present, then raised his hand and pointed at Calvin on the bed and said: "Under normal circumstances, this organ is not used, except for him..."
The attitude of the imperial emissary calmed down the chief pharmacist's anger.
He knew how proud the group represented by the Imperial Guard in front of him was. For the other party to put down his dignity and deliberately explain his purpose could only show that the other party valued the completion of his own mission more than the Gray Knight's face.
He already felt enough sincerity, but when he heard the last sentence, he still couldn't help but ask: "He? Why?"
Following the words of the chief pharmacist, the eyes of everyone present were once again focused on Calvin.
The envoy of the Forbidden Army coughed lightly, drew everyone's attention back, and then said: "Before he came here, he caused a little trouble on a certain device in the palace emmm... so we once carried out an investigation on him.
One inspection."
He looked at everyone present, took out a scan of the resonance fluoroscopy device from his arms, and pointed at a place on Calvin's head. He continued:
"We found this in his brain." Following his fingers, everyone saw the strange, abnormal tissue that should not exist at the core of Calvin's brain:
A thumb-sized leaf-shaped gland grows quietly on the left side of the brainstem core, with the leaf tip upward and the petiole downward.
"So?" one of the pharmacists couldn't help but ask.
"So? No, it's not because of that, but because." The envoy of the Forbidden Army looked at the people full of questions and said in a strange tone:
"Didn't you notice its asymmetry? It's like waiting for its other half? Coincidentally, in the Mars research and development project, based on the archeology of some original data, we happened to get its other half. And this
The only finished product of the other half is right here with me."
As the imperial envoy finished speaking, the entire audience fell into an awkward silence.
The pharmacists looked at each other, as if they were deciding who would pick up the offended dignity of the imperial envoy from the ground and send it back. Well, it would be better if it could be wiped again.
In an environment where the entire medical room was filled with a high concentration of gas called "embarrassment", the chief pharmacist demonstrated his superiority as a veteran in every sense (if shame can be counted).
He was the first to recover from the tangle, blinked hard at everyone, and then cleared his throat:
"Ah, noble, I mean, from Holy Terra, representing the will of the great emperor, the noble and outstanding warrior of the throne room..."
Speaking of which, this veteran pharmacist has found it difficult to survive. In a short period of time, he has squandered all his "vocabulary quota" for flattering others during his hundreds of years of service. There is really not a drop left.
Fortunately, the envoy of the Forbidden Army did not want to make things difficult for the veteran. He interrupted the long and difficult chanting and said to the chief pharmacist:
"In view of the above situation, Marshal Trajan ordered me to send this precious gland to Phoebe 6. This is the mission of my trip."
After speaking, he pointed at Calvin lying in the stasis field and said:
"So, you'd better start implanting it as soon as possible. The blood has already started to activate. He can't wait too long."
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