Astartes of the Bear School

Chapter 401 400. Primaris

The long and deep steel corridor finally came to an end.

The majestic and scarred body is clad only in a loincloth, but the exposed body is enough to put any mortal sculpture to shame.

The angular muscles show amazing vitality and intimidation. These two feelings are intertwined and become a noble majesty.

The silver-white hair was cut into a short length, but even this hairstyle could not affect the delicate face.

If the owner of this body did not have the hideous scar that was deliberately left across the entire face, he would definitely be a beautiful man as delicate as a master's oil painting.

At the end of the steel corridor is a huge gate that looks like a hangar inside a spaceship.

But the memory owner knew very well that this was not a fighter plane waiting to fly into the stars. Here is the access port of a large database.

But here, there is only one person who is qualified to access this database.

A skull that seemed to be equipped with an anti-gravity device floated in front of the memory owner.

The skull had undergone many modifications, and its eyes swept out a burst of red light, scanning the entire body of the memory owner.

Then, as if his identity was confirmed, he drifted away and floated above the candlelight beside the gate.

And the gate in front of him opened with a 'rumbling' roar after the skull was completely returned to its position.

Lan En really wanted to see who the owner of the memory was going to see.

But the man bowed his head humbly as soon as the door opened.

This makes the young people watching the memory even more excited.

Because he could clearly feel how proud and arrogant the owner of the memory was, but at this moment, how humble he was from the bottom of his heart.

Walking forward with his head lowered, Lan En could see through the peripheral vision of his memory that this was a huge, roughly circular room.

The decorative style is as complex as ever, but the researcher's orderliness is maintained.

Cylindrical culture chambers shining with bright blue light are neatly arranged in rows on the wall.

The owner of the memory took two steps forward, walked to a circular platform, and then knelt down.

"grown ups."

Although he has a majestic body, he is as light and quick as a cat even when he kneels.

This kind of precise control of the body is like an art.

But before Lan En could sigh, in his lowered vision, a huge, huge black shadow slowly invaded from the ground.

The dome in the room is very high, and colorful glass is installed on the dome, allowing light to shine through the glass, giving you a sense of holiness like being in a cathedral.

But under this holy light, the 'thing' that cast a huge black shadow spoke condescendingly.

"Keep your head up, Neville. You are going to look me in the eye today, from beginning to end."

The sound sounded like it was coming from an ancient audio system.

But even though the voice was noisy, not clear, and the tone was condescending, the owner of the memory still obeyed completely.

The space warrior named 'Nivelle' raised his head, and then Lan saw a 'monster'!

It was a nightmare-like hybrid wearing a thick red robe.

His huge body seemed to have gone through countless repairs and replacements, so much so that the obviously ridiculously large red robe could not cover his extremely deformed body.

Countless mechanical legs peek out from the hem of the red robe, making him look like a creature whose lower body is a huge and bloated centipede and whose upper body barely maintains a human shape.

The accumulation of these machines was so huge that Neville still had to work hard to raise his head in front of him.

This reminded Lan En of the rockery sculpture given to his alma mater by a well-known and successful alumnus when he was in high school in his hometown.

When he was still a high school student and stood in front of the rockery that was millions in size, it was like Neville was standing in front of this 'thing' now.

"You are the least stupid one among this group of people, of course, I mean in the biochemical field. You can even give me a hand."

The huge figure said so.

Lan felt a surge of pride emerge from Neville's consciousness almost immediately, as if this barely considered a compliment was already a supreme honor.

"Your teachings!"

The Space Marine originally wanted to bow his head in greeting, but he immediately realized the previous order, so the muscle bundles in his neck did not even tremble, let alone bow his head.

"Clang-" In the hand of the huge figure, something that was hard to tell whether it was a scepter or a long ax touched the ground, making a loud noise.

"But the reason why I met you this time is not because of your shallow knowledge."

Under the red robe, the densely packed mechanical legs twisted slightly under the electrical signal, making a small friction sound against the red robe.

"You have been operating on your own for a while. How is it going?"

Nivelle still doesn't understand why he was summoned, but he still answers questions without reservation.

"I have been performing Primaris surgeries alone for twenty Terran years, and to date, one hundred and ninety-seven recruits have become glorious Primaris warriors on my operating table."

"Sir, based on my level, I am fully capable of serving as a pharmacist for a battle group."

Neville introduced his level of knowledge in a neither humble nor condescending manner.

"In that case." The huge figure above the head said noncommittally.

Although the mechanical speaker-like voice had no emotion, Lan En felt that this was his tone.

"Then I will uphold the will of the supreme noble and introduce myself to you."

What?

Neville and Lan were shocked at the same time.

But before this emotion could be reflected from his mind to his body, the next order came immediately.

"Stand up, Neville."

The Space Marine's instinct made the owner of the memory obey the order without thinking.

The shock still echoed in his mind, but this did not prevent him from standing at attention immediately.

The tall head with a rust-red hood leaned down from high in the air and slowly got close to Neville's face.

Lan En could see through the Space Marine's eyes that under the hood was an almost completely mechanized head, with only a trace of skin remaining that he didn't know if it was biomass.

At the position of his right eye, a laser camera was constantly adjusting its focus, as if it wanted to see Neville thoroughly from the inside out.

Lann could even smell the engine oil.

Wasn't this Space Marine, or now called the Primaris Space Marine, taught by this guy?

Is he going to introduce himself now?

What are you doing?

And ‘the supreme noble will’?

In the human empire, only one can be given this title.

If the empire has not been overthrown in the span of ten thousand years, there is only one...'Emperor'!

It seemed that because the order of the "Supreme Noble Will" was being carried out, even the voice that sounded like an ancient speaker showed incomparable solemnity and solemnity at this moment.

"This is Dominius Belisarius Caul. A devout believer in Omnisiah and the great sage of the Mechanicus."

"Here's my regards."

Looking at the huge figure in front of him, barely making a salute gesture, Lan En felt like he was numb.

Neville was still confused, but as a memory viewer, Lan already had a guess.

——This guy is talking to me? !

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