Infinite Stream Metaverse

Chapter 187 The Rise of the Planet of the Apes: The Return of Slan

Fu Qinghai came to the city of Skaharax, which is the site of the Mechanics, and was told that Master Quinto was not on the surface of the earth, but in a scientific research ship in space orbit, so Fu Qinghai entered the Lions Gate Tai airport.

After finding the scientific research ship, Fu Qinghai was allowed to enter after revealing his identity. The scientific research ship was very busy with people coming and going. As soon as Fu Qinghai stepped onto the upper deck, he saw a red-haired man with orange-red hair The orangutan, with iron rings on his hands and feet and chains on the iron rings, is being led away by a tech-priest in a red robe.

Fu Qinghai took a closer look and found that there was a small and delicate sound generator on the neck of the orangutan.

Damn, isn't this my monkey! ?
Fu Qinghai hastily shouted:
"Slan!"

The little orangutan turned his head and saw Fu Qinghai, his mouth was closed, but the sound generator on his neck made an electronic sound:
"Qingshan!"

Now Fu Qinghai was very sure that this was his monkey.

Other space apes don't talk to humans, only Slan can talk, and he put a brainwave conversion sound generator around his neck.

Fu Qinghai quickly walked over, squatted on the ground, looked at the space ape, and asked:
"How will you be here?"

Before the space ape Shi Lan could speak, a mechanical arm stretched out in front of Fu Qinghai, separating and blocking Fu Qinghai, and a voice sounded like interlacing gears:

"Sir, this alien is the property of Mechanicus, please keep your distance."

Fu Qinghai raised his head and said seriously:

"This is my personal property. I have a way to prove it. The commander of the [-]th company of the Ultramarine Corps, the Honor Blade, Seth Frajos, Guert, Pa..."

Before Fu Qinghai finished speaking, he was rudely interrupted by the technical priest. He said bluntly:

"I stress to you again, Mr. Astartes, this is the property of the Adeptus Mechanicus, and has nothing to do with any Space Marine Corps."

Fu Qinghai narrowed his eyes and slowly stood up.

The mechanical prosthetic eye under the red hood of the technical priest took a look at Fu Qinghai, grabbed the chain that tied Slan, turned his head and walked straight forward.

"Shh!"

A chainsword lay across his neck.

A cold voice sounded from behind:

"Put down the chain and undo the shackles, or...I promise to dismantle you into a pile of fine parts no larger than five centimeters in diameter."

The technical priest looked shocked, he suddenly turned his head and asked loudly:

"What are you doing, are you rebelling?"

Following his yell, several Skitarii soldiers whose entire bodies had been replaced by machines ran over, and pointed their arc rifles and radium carbine at Fu Qinghai.

Several technical priests with different shapes around stopped and stopped, all of them looked over in surprise.

The chainsaw sword was still firmly placed under the technical priest's neck, unmoved at all, Fu Qinghai sneered and said:

"Loyalty and rebellion aren't just defined by your rusty, oil-leaking gear mouth."

"Now, immediately, immediately, release my monkey, or I will let you experience for yourself what it feels like to burn the memory circuit due to the short circuit overload caused by the insertion of your own mechanical tendrils into the mental impulse matrix."

His sombre words, like the crooning of an electronic demon, made the tech-priest shudder.

As Master Kunto's apprentice, Fu Qinghai knew the mechanical modifications and implants on the technical priests too well. He could see through the changes in the young technical priest's body with just one glance.

If others want to torture a technical priest, they may feel helpless in the face of a large-scale mechanical replacement of the whole body, but Fu Qinghai almost scares him to the ground with just a few words.

If there is such a thing as urine in his body.

The tense confrontation scene fell into a stalemate for a while, and more and more people gathered around. Shi Lan blinked his big dark blue eyes, and looked up at Fu Qinghai eagerly.

At this time, a hoarse and old voice came from behind the crowd:
"Francis, release the space ape, which is indeed the personal property of this Astartes."

Hearing this, the crowd stepped aside one after another, revealing a short figure in a tattered rust-red robe behind him.

Fu Qinghai's eyes lit up, and he said in surprise:
"Master Quinto!"

The young technical priest named Francis moved his neck away from the teeth of the chainsaw sword, and reluctantly leaned over to release the shackles on Slan's hands and feet, and replied:

"Yes, Sage Quinto."

Quinto Anastasio raised his head, revealing his wrinkled old face under the hood, the mechanical prosthetic eyes flickered, and said with a smile:

"Long time no see, Little Locke."

Fu Qinghai: ...

Fu Qinghai didn't bother about what Master Kunto called him, put the chainsaw sword back into his waist, picked up Slan, sat on his shoulder armor, walked towards Master Kunto, leaned closer and said in a low voice:
"Master, I have something to talk to you about."

Kunto nodded and said:

"Okay, let's go to my lab."

……

The relationship between Fu Qinghai and Kunto, how to describe it, is a bit similar to the relationship between graduate students and tutors in the university in the previous life.

But unlike graduate students and tutors, who are completely dependent on the academic handicraft production relationship, Fu Qinghai and Kunto have no conflicts of interest. On the contrary, Kunto is full of research interest in Fu Qinghai and is proud of perfect works.

Others are amazed at Fu Qinghai's outstanding military exploits in less than three years of service, but Master Quinto takes it for granted—I, Quinto Anastasio, personally modified the work, and of course I have to compete with other clumsy pharmacists. The transformed Astartes are different!
For example, now, both Wo Kuotai and Talal are very surprised that Fu Qinghai survived the danger, but Kunto thinks...it's okay.

Just fine.

In the scientific research ship, the layout of Master Quinto's personal laboratory is almost exactly the same as that of the Dagger's bilge laboratory, gloomy and dim, scattered, except that there are more large-scale instruments and equipment.

Fu Qinghai put Slan at the door, and followed Master Kunto to the familiar experimental platform. Fu Qinghai looked around and saw that there were only a few unintelligent machine servants and no other idlers, so he lowered his head and pressed Said in a voice:

"Master, I feel that I know where I have mutated."

Master Quinto was taken aback:
"Oh? Tell me?"

Fu Qinghai sternly said:
"I have that very strong desire to reproduce and have sex, which is not what normal Space Marines should be like, right?"

"Hmm..." Master Kunto frowned, pondered for a while, and said:

"It really shouldn't be like this, then you have other abnormal traits...I mean performance?"

Fu Qinghai shook his head honestly:

"Nothing."

"It's gone?"

Master Quinto confirmed again.

Judging from his tone, he seemed rather disappointed.

"En." Fu Qinghai nodded, and then said:
"But that's not the point. Anyway, I can't have a baby. The point is that I have some new research results to share with you."

Master Kunto smiled and said:

"Is it a strange alien creature from a certain alien planet?"

Fu Qinghai shook his head and said with a serious expression:
"No, much stronger than that."

With that said, Fu Qinghai walked up to a thinker system, tapped his fingers on the screen, and typed in an extremely complicated serum formula table and the synthesis formula of the corresponding compound.

Fu Qinghai is not a technical priest, and technical priests don't need to use this backward input method. They only need to plug the cable on their body into the Thinker system, and the data transmission will be completed automatically.

After typing, Fu Qinghai pointed to the dozens of pages of formulas and said to Master Kunto:

"This is a serum formula that I accidentally obtained. It is called 'Super Soldier Serum'. Although it is not very stable and the success rate of adaptation is very low, if the injection is successful, it will mainly strengthen the body's functions. In terms of strength and speed, it is almost as good as the muscle-enhanced organs and bone-enhanced organs in the transformation surgery of the space warriors, master, you can take a look."

Kunto knew that Fu Qinghai was not the kind of country bumpkin who had never seen the world. It could even be said that Fu Qinghai's abnormal memory and learning ability had almost wiped out Kunto's life in just a few months of training. All that he had learned was exhausted, so Quinto took the serum formula that Fu Qinghai presented very seriously.

He stretched out his finger from under the red burqa, and a mechanical tentacle on his finger gently inserted into the interface of the Thinker's system. Master Quinto closed his left eye, while the mechanical prosthetic eye embedded in the right eye socket was flickering rapidly.

After a long time, Master Kunto opened his eyes and commented:
"very funny."

Fu Qinghai laughed and said:
"That's right. I still have an experimental log about this serum injection, including the adaptation of different receptors, clinical reactions, allergic reactions, etc."

"Oh, by the way, I still have three serum samples."

Fu Qinghai took out three glass tubes filled with blue liquid from his weapon belt.

Master Kunto's cloudy old eyes were full of light. He looked down at the serum sample in Fu Qinghai's hand, and asked softly:

"Little Locke, you have given me so much, so what do you want?"

Fu Qinghai chuckled.

Although Master Kunto often couldn't remember his name, he was not confused at critical moments and understood the truth that there are never benefits for no reason.

Fu Qinghai stretched out two fingers and said:

"Master, two points. First, I hope we can stabilize this serum and greatly increase the success rate; second, I hope we can mass-produce this serum to reduce production costs. And, for super soldiers The research and development results of the serum can only be shared by you and me."

Master Kunto's eyes were deep, and he nodded slightly:
"No problem, just what I want."

The Mechanicus not only has reservations about the human empire and the interstellar fighters, but also has fierce factional struggles within itself. The conservative thinking that I cherish is very common in every sect school. Even if Fu Qinghai doesn't say it, Master Kunto is unwilling. Share his research results with others.

Some people might say Belisarius Kaur, but the great sage Kaur has the full support of the regent Robert Guilliman, and his status within the Mechanicus is not the founding leader but better than the founding leader. You can do whatever you want to create Primal Space Warriors and various new weapons and equipment. Otherwise, even if an ordinary little technical priest proposes the technology of Space Warrior Primal Formation, it will end up being snatched away by your boss in the end.

Fu Qinghai and Master Kunto, students and mentors, are like two evil Frankensteins in science fiction movies, hiding in the dark and gloomy laboratory, whispering and plotting.

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　Thank you, clown mask xhh, God and Demon Aokun, book friend 2019**8250, Master Xing, the sow in your backyard, a few book friends for their rewards.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)