Chapter 17: Beginning

After a whole day of rest, Qihai put on a simple linen robe and followed Wo Kuotai's wheelchair to the dark and gloomy familiar corridor deep in the battleship.

Inside Master Quinto's laboratory.

Fu Qihai was fixed in a semi-open training cabin, next to Master Quinto's operating table.

Not only were his clothes stripped off, but the hair on his whole body and even the hidden hairs were shaved clean.

The shaving skills of Master Quinto's servitor assistant were really good. The eight robotic arms were very flexible, and the razor was seen flying up and down.

Wo Kuotai and Talar were gone, only Master Quinto and his few servants were left here.

Master Quinto remained silent, lowering his head to adjust the sharp drill at the end of the metal pipe in his hand.

Fu Qihai glanced sideways.

These thick or thin, large and small metal tubes will eventually penetrate the skin and muscles and be inserted into his body.

At this moment, Fu Qihai's thinking began to diverge again.

He will become a space marine.

Fu Qihai had never thought about it before.

But when Wo Kuotai put this option in front of him, he didn't hesitate at all.

Legend has it that Space Marines have no such worldly desires and live a life of abstinence like Puritans.

Legend has it that space warriors cannot reproduce and can only pass on gene seeds.

But Fu Qihai didn't care about these anymore.

To become a space marine means becoming stronger!

That's enough. In the Warhammer 40K universe, is there any more stable and direct way to become stronger than becoming a space marine?

In this man-eating universe, how can you survive without getting stronger?

"It's started." Master Kunto's hoarse voice sounded beside him.

Fu Qihai settled down, cleared away the distracting thoughts in his heart, and slowly emptied his mind.

There was a pain in his back, and he felt a cold tubular foreign rod insert into his chest cavity.

Then his vision went dark, and he lost consciousness.

...

Outside the steel gate, in the dark corridor.

Wo Kuotai and Talar walked side by side.

As they were walking, Wo Kuotai suddenly said in a low voice:

"The swan flies high and moves thousands of miles. I hope this little eagle can survive this disaster and fly freely in the grassland."

Chogoris people's poetry flourished.

"... Locke is not from Chogoris." Talar was speechless in the face of his companion's sudden embarrassing poems and metaphors.

Eagles are noble in Chogoris culture. For example, Jaghatai Khan, Primarch of the White Scars, has a title called "Eagle of War."

"Although Locke is not from Chogoris, he is indeed a little eagle, and he has great ambitions."

The survival rate of space marine transformation surgery is very low, and not everyone can resist so many complicated operations. However, other than the case of carefully selected candidates, the human empire can only use human lives to pile up.

It was just an unintentional idea, and both Wo Kuotai and Talar were already mentally prepared.

Ready for the news of Fu Qihai's failed surgery and death.

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[END]

NOTE-Next chapter is like 4000 words👍