The Emperor’s Angel of Death

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"You have to be very careful in the next few days, you don't know your strength yet."

Jacob looked at each other, not sure what the pharmacist meant.

Then, a machine servant leaned over at the pharmacist's signal, its chest opened, a long mechanical arm stretched out, and placed an almost transparent stone in the hands of the priest.

"Pick it up and don't worry, it doesn't make any sense, it's just to show a situation."

Jacob picked up the stone and felt that its hardness was truly extraordinary.

"Crush this piece of diamond ore."

Jacob looked at each other, not quite understanding.

He knew it was theoretically possible, but the instincts in his head were fighting against the feeling that humans shouldn't be able to crush this hard ore with their bare hands.

"Crush it."

There was an irresistible command tone in the pharmacist's voice, Jacob closed his palms, he immediately felt the resistance and relaxed intuitively, but the pharmacist repeated his order again.

Jacob closed his fingers again, then clenched his teeth hard, a chill running up his spine.

The next moment, the stone shattered like an eggshell, making a clicking sound. Jacob opened his hand and saw that the hard ore had broken into several small pebbles.

He let out a slow breath of cold air, and now he really began to understand the pharmacist's intentions, his strength was extraordinary.

Seeing the other's face pale from the cold, the pharmacist smiled and said:

"Jacob, you have been given a special blessing by the Legion, which makes you stronger than your fellow countrymen, but you need to learn to control it, which takes a lot of time."

After speaking, the pharmacist walked away, and Jacob sat back on the ground, but before he noticed that the pharmacist was walking towards the arrogant annoying Herbert.

He sincerely hoped that the guy would fail.

After the indoctrination of knowledge is over, the recruits are led to the Armory, where Rogris, the Lord of the Armoury in red, is waiting for them.

Jacob understood the meaning of the red color from the knowledge he had acquired. It was the covenant between the Astartes Order and the Mechanic. An apprentice of , when that apprentice has accumulated enough experience and experience, he will be eligible to become a full technical sergeant and go to Mars to receive more advanced knowledge.

"These will be your personal gear for a long time to come."

Roglis glanced at the recruits, the weapon rack behind him was full of brand new weapons, everything from bolters to tactical daggers.

"Weapons are the life of a warrior, and you are responsible for them with your life, each with your personal name stamped on it so you can recognize them, and we can recognize them when you die."

Soon, the servitors brought the complete set of equipment to the recruits.

Jacob respectfully picked up a weapon, a long-range weapon called a Bolter.

He had also heard before that recruits only had rudimentary mortal weapons to use, but he didn't expect that the chapter would give them bolters as soon as they came up. Even the simplified version of the bolter was enough to surprise him.

This thing is very new, as if it was just made, and it still smells of holy oil. Jacob stroked the gun body as tenderly as he was caressing his lover's skin.

Then he picked up another melee weapon, a chainsaw, and tried swinging it a few times in mid-air. It felt great, and he was eager to chop something, especially greenskin.

Others are some small objects, such as tactical daggers, individual soldiers and birds, and so on.

"Use them carefully, they are as dangerous to fools as they are to the enemy, now report to the training ground with the Servant."

Jacob looked around as the others stood checking their gear, some familiar looking even more ferocious after shaved heads.

All the boys had the same pride and surprise on their faces, and the weapon was what they thought was truly a "man" and a "warrior", and in a sense it was true.

Jacob gave Herbert another long look. The other party also raised his head to meet his gaze.

There is no doubt that they are still not brothers.

After going to the training ground, the soldiers began their first shooting training. In addition to the well-known tenth company commander Armin, a new instructor came, and this instructor Jacob also knew .

His name is Bahram.

bang bang bang-

The bolter bounced in Jacob's hands, and even with its altered superhuman strength, the thing had a lot of recoil, and the pistol struggled like a wild animal trapped in his pincer-like grip.

This may also be because of his seniority in holding the gun or the wrong way. Although he has accepted the knowledge, he is still unfamiliar with it.

Sure enough, the bullet flew past the target and hit the stone wall next to it, and a large piece of the rock wall was knocked down.

Jacob felt both the power that the weapon gave him and the frustration of not hitting his target, realizing the difference between the knowledge he had in his head and the ability to actually do something.

He knows the weapon, he knows how it works, he knows the capacity of the magazine, he theoretically knows how to dismantle, clean and maintain it, he knows exactly how to fire it, he knows what to do when aiming Relax and exhale as you fire.

Unfortunately, knowing this and being able to do it are very different.

"Don't worry, boy."

Bahram came over with a smile and patted him on the shoulder.

"Continue to practice, and you will become proficient in the end. You can become proficient in anything through practice. Don't believe it. For the first time, I couldn't even hit a target as big as the gate, but now..."

The words didn't end~www.readwn.com~ Bahram suddenly made a coherent and fast movement, without stopping to aim or concentrate, but instantly pulled out his pistol, as if he was just reaching out, and then pointed the gun forward Pull the trigger.

The next moment, three bullets directly hit the humanoid target's heart.

Jacob watched in amazement.

"You're making this seem too easy, sir."

"Nothing is as easy as it looks, Jacob, and the goal of your training is to make the hard things look easy."

Jacob nodded. He liked listening to Bahram and learning from the veterans. That was the happiest thing about his new life.

It's not that Bahram is easier to get along with than other Space Marines, it's just that he's a character Jacob prefers, and after watching Jacob realizes that these powerful and terrible characters are all different, they're all unique people, just As special as the people in his hometown - his other, home in a distant life.