God Emperor’s Angel of Death

Don’t look at it, Soshian knows the source of the mechanical sound very well. It is undoubtedly Primaris Apothecary’s surgical aids-equipped with laser blades, electric saws, scissors, and syringes. And drill bits.

"Observe the damage to the subcutaneous tissue from the first incision..."

When he stepped into the door, Primaris Apothecary's broad voice came again.

"Mark, c22, a large number of infections were found in the left lower rib, the Secondary Heart tissue growth rate index was too high, and the skeleton was deformed obviously."

The stale smell drifted into Soshian’s nose. This stench is the smell of burnt bones and flesh.

He glanced at it and found a boy lying on the center of the operating platform, on which was a messy net, with lumens and recording equipment from all angles.

The skin on the front of the boy’s chest was lifted, revealing the internal organs covered by a large number of fibers under the epidermis and dermis.

Different models of blood transfusion units and nerve sensors were exposed to the air, and part of the boy’s ribs had been removed and placed on a tray held by the servant.

The cold surgical appendages stretched over the boy's thin body, pinning the opening wound.

The image of Primaris Apothecary does not look much different from the past. Of course, because of long hours of work and anxiety, his pale cheeks and disheveled face are no longer as green as before, and a pair of coldness is added. s eyes.

At this moment, he exudes a mixture of several scents—liquid preservatives, sour blood, and the chemical smell of antiseptic ointment applied.

This stench is a physical blow to Space Marine's super senses.

Soshian closed his eyes and slowly inhaled the odor, trying to resolve the corrupted scent.

After that, his eyes opened suddenly.

"His taste..."

"He is dying."

Primaris Apothecary pointed to the boy.

"You can smell it, can't you, he exudes Death Aura, just like only walking corpse."

"Is he out of help."

"That's not good, please pass me these medical tweezers, Chapter is long."

Nassin Balitaem extended the hand, Soshian picked it up from the side immediately Then the tool was handed over.

Primaris Apothecary took the tweezers and rummaged in the abdominal cavity.

"It seems that it can't work...it's helpless. The rejection reaction is too strong. He is slowly dying."

There is no doubt that this is an obvious truth.

"Organ shrinkage may be slower, but it is inevitable that he will not even live to adulthood. This body cannot accommodate Gene-seed... He is not the first and will not be the last. "

Soshian's eyes moved involuntarily to the wound in the boy's abdominal cavity, where what should have been there now has changed-a throbbing blood mass should not appear on a healthy person.

The distorted tissue network appears under the light. Primaris Apothecary cuts it with dexterity and precision, then removes the tumor mass, and lightly places it on the tray for the next test.

"Even the potential to be transformed into a servant is gone."

After that, Primaris Apothecary injected the lethal medicine into the boy's body.

"Take him and burn him."

"Yes."

After a while, the servant on the side quickly stiffened the boy from the table. The body was removed.

"Chapter is long, sometimes I really feel like a bastard."

Nassim Balitaem walked to the edge of the pool and dipped the blood-filled water into the pool. , Watching the blood stain slowly disperse.

"One, two, ten, twenty...Chapter is long, I feel that I am murdering those children every day, and I already regret choosing the position of Primaris Apothecary."

After Soshian was silent for a moment, he walked to Primaris Apothecary and put his hand on his shoulder armor.

"Brother, it's hard work...I know it's very difficult. You can make any request, as long as it makes you feel better."

"Ai, what else can I mention It's a request."

Soshian suddenly remembered that he didn't see the two new Primaris Apothecary.

When he raised it, Nassin pointed his finger at the corridor.

"They are doing other inspections."

Soshian looked at the robotic arm of the surgical machine and imagined it was moving, for some sacred purpose.

"Show me the current success."

After that, Nassin led Soshian to the rear storage room.

The two Primaris Apothecary are here, and seeing Soshian appear, they both showed proper surprise.

"At present, all the reformers are placed in the sterile cabin. This is the most successful one at present. He has almost adapted to all the reforms at this stage without any rejection reaction."

Nassing pointed to the first child. The boy’s chest, back, and throat had even pink scars left by the recent invasive surgery.

The boy's face seemed a bit familiar, and Soshian blinked, remembering for a while.

Finally, he remembered the dirty boy on the last day of the primary election.

He seems to be called, Bachram.

"No accident, he can accept gray marrow implantation at the first stage."

"How many are similar?"

Facing Soshian Inquiries, Nassing doesn’t even need to know the exact numbers on his medical equipment.

"26 of them, aged between 14 and 16, have basically adapted to the different stages of organ transplantation. The occasional rejection reaction is not strong, but they are not mature enough to be implanted. Twenty-nine people have died so far, and six are in an unstable state. The situation is not good."

Although it sounds cold-blooded, Soshian is quite satisfied with these numbers.

"You did good, this is a very good survival rate."

"I know—"

Nassin almost sounded angry.

“But when it’s far from the end, the failure rate in the subsequent transformation phase will not be better. We all have to be mentally prepared.”

“That’s why I need you Keep doing it."

Soshian approached one of the sterile chambers, and Primaris Apothecary Philip of the Soul Drinker was inspecting the child inside.

He lay there motionless, as if he was asleep.

Suddenly, when Soshian brought his face closer to watch, the boy's limbs began to cramp violently, and his eyelids kept turning up, as if he had been shocked by an electric shock.

The alarm rang immediately.

"Recipient No. 17 is in emergency! Give oxygen first!"

The three Primaris Apothecary became busy immediately, and Soshian could only step back.

They opened the sterile chamber, fixed the boy's spasmodic limbs and neck with a mechanical arm, opened his mouth and inserted a breathing tube, and then lifted him to the emergency operating table.

As soon as he lay down, seven or eight needles plunged into the boy's skin at the same time.

"Heart rate is too fast! Pupil shrink!"

"The intracranial pressure is also rising too fast!"

"Enter the tranquilizer first! Standard 2 doses!"

In order not to get in the way, Soshian could only leave quietly and pray for the boy in the heart-if he remembers correctly, the boy was chosen by him the last day, and his name was Haomo.

He doesn't like this cold-blooded choice, but the reality is so cruel. Imperium is built on cold sacrifice and blood.

When Soshian left the medical area and just returned to his private room, he suddenly received an emergency communication.

The Imperium patrol fleet has detected that there seems to be a Spirit Race fleet active near the Nathan Galaxy!