Just when Jacob was intoxicated with the feeling of his new body, the pharmacist suddenly spoke.
"You must be very careful in the next few days, you don't know your own strength yet."
Jacob looked at the other person, unsure of what the pharmacist meant.
Then, at the pharmacist's signal, a servitor came over, opened its chest, stretched out a long mechanical arm, and placed an almost transparent stone in the priest's hand.
"Pick it up, don't worry, it doesn't have any significance, it's just to demonstrate a situation."
Jacob picked up the stone and felt that its hardness was truly extraordinary.
"Crush this diamond ore."
Jacob looked at each other, not quite understanding.
He knew that this was theoretically possible, but the intuition in his mind was still fighting against this feeling. Humans should not be able to crush such a hard ore with bare hands.
"Crush it."
There was an irresistible command tone in the pharmacist's voice. Jacob closed his palms. He immediately felt resistance and relaxed intuitively, but the pharmacist repeated his order again.
Jacob closed his fingers again, then gritted his teeth and exerted force, 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 been broken into several small pebbles.
He slowly exhaled a breath of cold air. He now truly began to understand the pharmacist's intention. His power was extraordinary.
Seeing the other party's face that was pale due to the cold, the pharmacist smiled and said:
"Jacob, you have been given a special blessing by the Legion. It makes you more powerful than other compatriots, but you need to learn to control it, which will take a lot of time."
After saying that, the pharmacist walked away, and Jacob sat back on the ground, but before that he noticed that the pharmacist was walking towards that arrogant and annoying Herbert.
He sincerely hoped that the guy would fail.
After completing the indoctrination and baptism of knowledge, the recruits were led to the armory, where the master of the armory, Rodrith, dressed in red, was waiting for them.
Jacob understood the meaning of the red color from the acquired knowledge. It was the covenant between the Adeptus Astartes and the Mechanicus. If any of them had mechanical talents, they would be selected into the armory and become the lowest level.
An apprentice. When the apprentice accumulates enough experience and experience, he will be qualified to become a formal technical sergeant and go to Mars to receive more advanced knowledge.
"These will be your personal equipment for a long time to come."
Rogris glanced at the new recruits. The weapon racks behind him were full of brand-new weapons, ranging from bolters to tactical daggers.
"Weapons are the life of a warrior. You must be responsible for them with your life. Each one is printed with your personal name so that you can identify them, and we can also identify them when you die."
Soon, the servitors brought complete sets of equipment to the recruits.
Jacob respectfully picked up a weapon, which was a long-range weapon called a bolt pistol.
He had heard before that the new recruits could only use crude mortal weapons, but he did not expect that the battle group would give them bolt guns as soon as they arrived. Even the simplified version of the bolt pistol was enough to surprise him.
This thing was very new, as if it had just been made, and it still smelled of holy oil. Jacob stroked the body of the gun as gently as he was caressing his lover's skin.
Gu Min
Then he picked up a melee weapon, a chain sword, and tried swinging it in mid-air a few times. It felt great. He was now eager to chop something, especially the greenskins.
The others are some small items, such as tactical daggers, individual bird fortune tellers, etc.
"Use with caution, they are as dangerous to fools as they are to enemies. Now follow the servitor to report to the training ground."
Jacob looked around. Others were standing there checking their equipment. Some familiar people looked more ferocious after shaving their heads.
All the boys had the same look of pride and surprise on their faces, the weapon was a symbol of what they believed to be a true "man" and a "warrior", and in a sense it was true.
Jacob took another long look at Herbert. The other party also raised his head and met his gaze.
There is no doubt that they still cannot be called brothers.
After going to the training ground, the soldiers started their first shooting training. In addition to the well-known tenth company commander Armin, this training also came with a new instructor, and this instructor Jacob also knew
.
His name is Bahram.
Bang bang bang——
The bolt pistol bounced in Jacob's hand. Even with the modified superhuman strength, the recoil of this thing was still very strong, and the pistol struggled like a wild animal trapped in his pincer-like hands.
This may also be due to his experience in holding a gun or his incorrect technique. Although he has accepted the knowledge, he is still unfamiliar with how to use it.
Sure enough, the bullet flew over the target and hit the stone wall next to it, knocking down a large piece of the rock wall.
Jacob felt both the power that wielding the weapon brought him and the frustration of not hitting his target, realizing the difference between the knowledge placed in his head and the ability to actually do something.
He knew everything about the weapon, he knew how it worked, he knew the capacity of the magazine, he knew theoretically how to disassemble, clean and maintain it, he also knew exactly how to fire it and what to do when aiming.
Relax and exhale as you fire.
Unfortunately, there's a huge difference between knowing this and being able to do it.
"Don't worry, boy."
Bahram walked over with a smile and patted him on the shoulder.
"Keep practicing, and eventually you will become proficient. You can achieve proficiency in anything through practice. Don't believe it, I couldn't even hit a target as big as the gate for the first time, but now..."
Before he finished speaking, Bahram suddenly made a coherent and rapid movement. Without stopping to aim or concentrate, he instantly pulled out his pistol, as if he was just reaching out, then pointed the gun forward and pulled the trigger.
The next moment, three bullets hit the heart of the human-shaped target.
Jacob looked at all this in surprise.
"You make this look too easy, sir."
"Nothing is as easy as it seems, Jacob. The goal of your training is to make difficult things look easy."
Jacob nodded. He liked to listen to Bahram talk and learn 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 Jacob likes his character better. After observing, Jacob realized that these powerful and terrifying characters are all different. They are all unique people.
As special as the people in his hometown - his other, distant home in life.