Forty thousand years later, he became a god in the warp

Chapter 437: Turning Danger into Safety 1 Nothing

"Sir Rebos, I'm Jackson. Harold's leg is broken. We went to join the killing team. When we came back..."

Jackson quickly recounted what happened, but Rebos, like a log, interrupted him with his hand, as if the other party didn't care about their previous situation at all, or even how it came about.

The other party directly pulled the bed over and removed the iron ring that blocked the broken limb. Without paying any attention to Jackson's astonished look, he began to clean the rotten flesh on the broken limb with the instruments in his hands.

Without any anesthetic, a large area of ​​rotten flesh was peeled off layer by layer. Harold, who was still asleep, had an expression on his face that immediately twisted and beads of sweat dripped from his forehead. After the rotten flesh was completely peeled off, he woke up from the pain.

"Yeah..."

Jackson swallowed his saliva, glanced at the door behind him, turned his head back, unable to bear to look at the scene in front of him, and simply gritted his teeth and ran out quickly.

Rebos didn't care about the other person's departure. He just quickly searched for the atrophied nerves and blood vessels in the stump. The delicate medical work was like torture to him. Harold's mechanical arm grasped the bed board tightly and even squeezed it out of shape.

This feeling almost tore him apart. He could not think of anything at the moment, only the endurance of the pain. He clenched his teeth over and over again, and kept silently chanting "God Emperor May You Be Safe" to give him more courage.

Harold was trembling all over, and he laughed while shaking. His words were intermittent under his heavy breathing. If you didn't know, you would think he was leaving his last words.

"Hahaha...hahaha...with...you by my side...I will definitely not die...Mr. Rebos...if you have the chance...you must come...to my house...and let my wife...make the most delicious...stew for you!"

He faced the cold face with a smile, but the other person's eyes were so empty, like a machine without emotions... or maybe it really was a machine.

"Ah."

“Puka!”

“Aa ...

Suddenly, Rebos's mechanical arm stabbed directly into Harold's left eye. The fragile eyeball was crushed and burst, and blood was squeezed out from the gap.

The heart-wrenching pain reached a new level, and more importantly, this injury was caused by the person he trusted the most. The feeling of betrayal distorted Harold's cognition, and he had no idea where to start and was powerless to resist.

"Why!"

There was no answer, only the installation of the equipment. The rough method seemed to have no patience, and they were in a hurry as if they would be sniped in the next second.

When Harold had only one breath left, his shrinking vision suddenly reappeared in his mind, and there were some constantly changing numbers on it.

"Time is up."

"Wha...what?"

Harold's brain had stopped working. He took a last look at his legs with great effort. His originally broken limbs had been replaced by mechanical legs. The fluctuating blue fluorescence inside seemed to represent more special abilities.

"Why...?"

"That's all I can do."

As he spoke, the blood-stained mechanical arm was about to pierce Harold's abdomen. In a trance, he seemed to see his wife and daughter standing in front of the bed.

"Whoosh."

"Oh!"

The bullet flew past, Rebs' neck exploded, and his head fell to the ground in front of Harold, spinning. The series of unexpected events overwhelmed him, and he fainted with his eyes rolled back and his head tilted.

Silence enveloped the dim room, and the hissing sound of electricity highlighted the change here. Jackson stuck his head in, and seeing no response from inside, he immediately ran to Harold to check.

But seeing that the left eye of the other party had been transformed despite the blood on his head, and that his chest was still rising and falling despite his weak breathing, he immediately spoke to the communicator on his wrist:

"No...it's okay."

Looking at the dead Rebos on the ground, not a drop of blood flowed from his broken neck. Instead, some light green engine oil and hydraulic oil flowed out, and those muscle tissues were composed of electronic cables.

"Is he really a human... or do all the technical priests transform their bodies in this way..."

Jackson muttered to himself as he pulled the bed aside to make way for the Stormtroopers holding shields to come forward for inspection. The Inquisitor hid behind the human wall and saw the head that was still open and said angrily:

"Another damn machine. Kill confirmed, Vindicare 11. You may withdraw."

"No creature... can stop... my steps... even... the one... on the Golden Throne..."

"Oh!"

When the Inquisitor heard that the head might utter some heretical words, he immediately pulled out his bolt pistol and performed an equally violent craniotomy on it.

The atmosphere in the room was very subtle. Jackson didn't want to continue to dwell on it, so he swallowed and took a deep breath and said:

"Your Excellency the Inquisitor, the mission is accomplished. I...I will take my brother to find a doctor first."

The Inquisitor did not reply at first. He just squatted on the ground and checked the condition of Rebos's mechanical substitute. After half a minute, he thought for a moment before opening his mouth and saying:

"Okay, come with me after you deliver it. Don't worry about the documents from the Military Affairs Department. I will give them to you later."

"What? No no no, you don't want me to join your stormtroopers?"

Jackson was a little panicked. He grabbed Harold's shoulders, as if he was afraid that he would be separated from him in the next second. However, the judge said calmly, as if he was playing a cat with a mouse:

"Yes, so I think you are more suitable to be my subordinate and servant. Your current identity is the apprentice of the Inquisitor of Heresy of the Tribunal. Do you have any objection?"

Jackson's heart sank, and his whole body softened. How could he object? He sighed and nodded in agreement:

"Understood, Your Honor."

...

"woke up?"

The familiar words broke Harold's sleep. The dark kingdom was mixed with too many psychedelic colors. The interweaving of light and shadow made his brain enter a kaleidoscope-like world, dividing his already broken consciousness and making him fall endlessly.

"political commissar?"

Harold looked at the person sitting next to him. He felt confused, but at the same time, he also felt a sense of security and warmth in his heart.

"Where am I?"

"You're at home."

"Family?"

"Harold."

"dad."

Harold seemed to be struck by thunder. He turned around and saw his wife and children standing beside him. The little daughter was holding the canvas high, hoping that he would take another look at it.

"My love...my children...Dad finally sees you..."

"Don't get up. You haven't recovered yet."

"what?"

A familiar voice sounded again, and Rebs came forward with a smile on his face at the end of the bed. Harold was a little unable to think, as he felt that the environment seemed a little abnormal.

"what is happening?"

Harold looked at the six people standing together and raised his inner doubts. They showed happy smiles that he had never seen before. They stood together as if they were very far away from him. He could not touch any of them when he reached out his hand.

Only the political commissar waved his arms away and said in unison with the others: "This is a dream."

The light and shadow faded, and the pain began to climb up. The dream within the dream made people exhausted. Harold felt as if his body was not his own, like a rusty machine without oil, and every move he made seemed to tear himself apart.

"My children...my wife..."

Words of longing came out of the hoarse throat, and the tender voice floated in the air as if it could cross the mountains and rivers to reach the other side of the planet. But the voice was shattered by the hand waving the canvas before it could float out of the door, and then scattered into stars and fell on Harold again.

"Well, you're still thinking about this. To be honest, you're lucky to be alive today. The rest of the tens of millions of Star Army soldiers can't even find their remains. It's ridiculous that you still want to go home."

The judge stood in front of Harold, holding the dirty and torn piece of cloth with two fingers of his gloved hands, and laughed at the childish picture on it.

Harold looked at the Inquisitor, whose face was full of sarcasm. His mechanical arm clenched for no reason. Seeing his beloved thing being despised like this, he just wanted to punch the other person to death.

"Your Excellency the Inquisitor... He is a robot. Isn't he a kind of technical priest?"

But he couldn't do it. He was too tired to talk, but there were too many things that needed answers.

"Of course not. With your abilities, you definitely can't tell that this is just a mechanical clone of his. You were deceived by him."

"But...but...why did you want to kill him? What did Lord Rebos do? He has saved us many times."

Harold couldn't understand why such a good man was treated like this. Then he saw the judge revealing a smile that made people's backs chill. The other party was obviously smiling, but he exuded a kind of frightening aura.

"Hahaha, Harold Scott, a farmer at Ecological Farm No. H-11 in Hive City No. 053. Your wife is also an employee of the farm like you. She works hard and has raised three children.

Ah, what a beautiful daughter, 15 years old is like a blooming flower bud, if she is lucky, she can even be favored by a noble and become a maid. The 12-year-old second son, well, he is handsome, and even wandering merchants will admire him. The 9-year-old third son..."

"Okay..what do you want to say..."

Harold hated this way of narration. The tone of this superior was very much like that of an official who had withheld his food rations, and every word was filled with greed for his family.

The judge continued to smile. He did not punish this transgression. He simply put his hands behind his back, leaned forward slightly, and said word by word:

"Because he was the culprit who caused the explosion of eighteen hive cities, a heretic who colluded with the aliens, and a rebel who was ordered to be eliminated by the Grand Inquisitor.

The explosion he caused killed more than 3 million people, and further radiation leaks killed more than 8 billion people in the hive city. The H-56.77 ecological farm was also within the range of radiation.

Now, do you understand what I am trying to say to you, soldier?"

After the Inquisitor's final words, his smile turned into a suffocating seriousness. The soul-stirring warning made Harold's tongue knotted, but what the other party said opened the knot and made him utter a heart-wrenching cry.

"No!"

"Tsk, tsk, pathetic, but that's how it is."

"No no no!"

"Oh, yes, yes, and the situation is irreversible."

"Liar... Impossible... Lord Rebos..."

Harold looked at his mechanical arm, and its functional data continued to appear in his left eye. With the ability of visualization, he could also see through the Inquisitor's body completely.

The mechanical legs can jump by magnetic levitation and attach to the wall to maintain the body's balance. Needless to say, the arms are full of energy pulses, and the modified brain and prosthetic eyes are a combination of a divination instrument and a detector.

Reboss gifted him with a strong body, but it was an act to make up for his missing conscience, and the benefactor who saved him many times turned out to be the enemy who killed his entire family.

"Your Excellency the Inquisitor, are you sure that my wife and daughter are really dead? Could they..."

The Inquisitor threw the piece of cloth back onto Harold's chest and said with disdain, "You can decide for yourself whether you live or die. The Inquisition does not have time to care about the lives of a few poor people.

In view of your heroic act of killing the enemy, I will not punish you for using the heretical mechanical creation, but you must continue to strengthen your political studies and report to your political commissar as soon as possible... By the way, as soon as possible, after all, almost no one has your luck. "

The judge turned and left, leaving Harold alone sobbing on the hospital bed. As loneliness gradually enveloped him, Jackson's voice rang in his ears.

"Harold. Harold."

"Jackson?"

"Hahahaha, I'm glad you're okay, I'm glad you're okay. I really thought you were going to be killed by Rebos..."

Jackson slid in crouching, his military uniform had been changed and a gray-black uniform with the Inquisition's skull emblem was put on over it.

"you?"

"Oh... don't say anything, life is unpredictable... I can't go on with you, the judge wants to take me away to be an apprentice. Slap... I don't know what he stole that couldn't be stolen... Oh... I didn't even get to see him when he died.

And the political commissar, he came back alive, but he also had no time. I met him once in the middle. Here, this is the backpack he saved for you. Your things are all in it... I have to go. We are brothers who have shared life and death. I will always remember you. "

Harold felt like his head was about to explode. How could all the good things in the blink of an eye be shattered? One bad news after another filled this sad reality.

Jackson really left without giving him a chance to say goodbye. Harold turned over and got out of bed, and the medical sister hurried forward to tell him that he still needed to rest.

"I'm going to fuck him! I'm going to fuck him! Political Commissar! Political Commissar!!"