Chapter 337 Far-Reaching Worries.

Storm Star Region, Feldman Galaxy No. 4, Medical Area of ​​the Relentless Crusade.

Sha... Sha... Sha... Sha...

Inquisition Medical Officer E-0755, wearing a black uniform and a mechanical transformation device, was standing on the deck full of inscriptions, concentrating on checking the vital signs of the target on the data board.

The life support cabin in front of him was extremely tall, and except for the front made of dark green crystal glass, the whole was made of ceramic steel.

The half-human-high base was iron gray, and the fixing screws as thick as forearms were like its roots, firmly welding it to the deck of the battleship.

E-0755 looked up and checked again from time to time, repeatedly checking the constants recorded on the data board in his hand, the real-time data on the screen, and the status in the life support cabin.

If he found any abnormality between the three, the white-armored giants (pharmacists) patrolling in the passage behind her would be notified and rush to the scene to deal with it as soon as possible.

This is just a corner of the medical area on the Relentless Crusade.

Zooming the sight to a deck in the entire medical area, hundreds of similar life support cabins are like a forest of steel. And the silent and busy technical officers like E-0755 are countless.

This place is located under the bridge of the Unremitting Crusade, dedicated to the medical treatment and gene seed cultivation of the Grey Knights.

Under the protection of the battleship's one-kilometer-thick armor, it also has nearly a hundred meters of metal protection.

It is like a heavily protected womb, protecting the most vulnerable side of the Grey Knights in the deepest core of the battleship.

Clang... Clang... Clang... Clang...

Heavy footsteps sounded from behind Calvin, and the two accompanying guards silently moved their feet and nodded to the visiting Grand Master of the Shaper Guard.

"How is the data?" The Grand Master did not exchange politeness with Calvin and directly asked about the matters he was most concerned about.

"Normal." Calvin responded.

"Bone density increased by nearly 40%, and the net increase in bone dimensions exceeded 5%.

According to the existing data, their average height will increase by nearly 20 centimeters this time, and their weight will also increase accordingly.

In short, their armor will hardly fit anymore, and the technical sergeants will have something to do again."

Urdas smiled slightly, not minding the Primarch's daily teasing. With his many years of experience in psychic training, such basic data obviously could not meet his requirements.

"What about the functional data? Has it come out?" Urdas asked.

"The cell activity growth curve is good, and the newborn Feldman psychic fiber development is also very ideal. If there is no accident, you will be able to see them in a week at most."

Calvin said with a smile, but Urdas saw only worry in his eyes.

"What are you worried about?" The veteran in front of him was no longer a simple grandmaster at this time. His other identity: the chief staff of the regiment-the function of the think tank made him ask.

Calvin did not answer him directly, but mentioned the news he had just received from the astropath.

"Have you read the message from Titan?"

"The number of black ships?" Urdas subconsciously repeated what he had seen before.

"No, not black ships, or not just black ships."

Calvin looked at the cultivation area below the corridor, where the pharmacists were still working at their posts.

"Troopers?" Urdas asked, but the veteran did not find anything unusual about the troops this time, either in quantity or quality.

Even compared to the previous numbers, the number of qualified people collected by the black ship fleet returning from the direction of the hazy star field this time was even greater than before.

"Too many." Calvin whispered.

"Too many?" Urdas' eyes were full of doubts, but then he thought of something.

"Too many." Calvin repeated. He turned around and waved to stop the two guards who were trying to retreat, then faced the old soldier who had speculated and said again:

"Psionics is like a beautiful but unnecessary gift to us. It has no meaning to reason except to respond to our greed.

The most important thing is that neither the Emperor nor you have the right to refuse this "gift."

The Primarch's magnetic voice echoed in the depths of the corridor, like a cold declaration of certain facts.

With his equally heavy expression, the guards and grey knights present followed his perspective and saw the field that was not theirs to think about.

"In the past civilization process of mankind, our technology and ethics have been repeatedly polished and set foot on known soil;

And what about psionics? Everything it gives us comes from sensibility and desire.

Psionics means power to individuals and means breaking free from the original social structure;

And for humans, it is cancer..."

"Too much..." Calvin's tone was full of worry.

"Your focus on the Inquisition is limited to tasks and resources, which is not surprising due to your duties.

But from my perspective, from the statistics of the Inquisition throughout the empire in recent years, we can draw a simple conclusion.

In our effective ruling area, the number of qualified Grey Knights is increasing, and the number of psychics who are their base is also increasing unstoppably."

Galvin looked at Urdass, who had become serious, and the Imperial Guards who were listening, and gave his final conclusion on the matter:

"Our world is moving away from rationality and towards sensibility. The foundation of human survival in this world is being pried up in an unstoppable way!"

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After bidding farewell to the shocked Grand Master of the Shaper Guard and the Guards, Calvin came to the wing of the medical area alone.

Here, a cabin was set aside as a laboratory to study some projects that the Primarch was interested in.

This area was currently occupied by the mechanical priests of the Omen Order, and members of the Mars Mechanic Order were also allowed to participate to a limited extent.

They were currently studying the harvest from the space wreck, and the one that Calvin was most concerned about was the liquid metal that had a wonderful response to psychic energy.

"In the name of the throne, good day, honorable son of the Emperor."

After hearing the Primarch's iconic footsteps, the priest of the Omen Order turned and looked in the direction where Calvin was coming from.

At this time, Calvin had replaced his original armor. The new power armor was not intended for protection, but had several more mechanical arms like technical sergeants in the slots on the power backpack.

This is the power armor he prepared for the laboratory. If it were the place where he lived in his previous life, it would probably be equivalent to a white lab coat.

"How is the progress?"

Calvin ignored the courtesy of everyone to him, waved his hand symbolically in response, and walked straight to the front of the stage.

Under the central control panel where he and the priests were, there was a huge laboratory that was busy and busy behind a bulletproof glass.

Nearly a hundred large machines were divided into dozens of experimental groups by heavy armor. Under the leadership of low-level priests, mechanical slaves were operating in narrow cabins.

The liquid metal brought back from the space wreck was also testing its various parameters in these deliberately created extreme environments.

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