After listening to the messenger’s kind advice, the pharmacist brothers, under the leadership of the chief pharmacist, began intensive preoperative preparations.
The temporarily opened stasis field was closed again, and Calvin's sleeping face seemed to be the same as when the blood was just injected.
The pharmacists began to measure around his head and try to find the best entry point based on the information provided by the Imperial Army.
The chief pharmacist, who had not been involved in front-line operations for a long time, broke with common sense and performed the new surgery himself.
This is not only based on the emphasis on new surgeries, but also to avoid the embarrassing scene of him facing the Imperial Army envoys when he stood outside the operating table for a long time. (One kill kills multiple birds, eats two fish with one fish, let us praise his wit.) p>
After everything was ready, the chief pharmacist operated the scalpel with a serious face and repeatedly confirmed the best surgical path from his assistant.
Without hesitation, he raised the high-frequency vibrating knife that began to buzz after being charged, and reached for Calvin's head...
After intense incision and precise tissue separation, the scene at the core of Calvin's brainstem was clearly visible to the eyes of the surgical team through optical fiber transmission.
The leaf-like gland that originally only existed in perspective views finally unveiled its mystery in the eyes of everyone.
The translucent crystalline substance makes up the main part of the leaf, and slender blood vessels pass through the glands like leaf veins, surging slightly as the veins open and close.
The entire gland is so exquisite that it doesn’t look like a mortal creation, but no one knows anything about its function.
Then, with the efforts of the entire surgical team, the highly similar gland brought by the Imperial Army was gently placed in a symmetrical position on the right side of the center of the brainstem.
The next step is to find suitable arteriovenous blood vessels for transplantation in the surrounding tissues to build a basic circulation circuit.
When the vascular circuit of the newly implanted gland was established and no blood loss points were confirmed, the wound was quickly sutured.
Immediately afterwards, Calvin was quickly carried back to the life-support cabin by the surgical team, and supplies reserves several times the normal standard were mobilized to the logistics department.
Prepare all the necessary conditions that the outside world can do for the upcoming final genetic transformation.
It was only at this time that everyone's nervousness gradually relaxed, and they were finally able to calm down and appreciate the full view of the two glands they had previously photographed on the optical fiber transmission screen.
"It's so beautiful! Does it have a name?" This is the admiration of a pharmacist brother.
"Then what is its function?" Under the explicit pressure of the chief pharmacist's wink, his assistant asked the imperial emissary standing next to the operating table.
"Carol, this is its name." The imperial guard looked at the glands on the light guide screen with complex eyes, seeming to be caught in some memories. murmured.
"What's the role?" The question came from the chief pharmacist's assistant who was elbowed by the leader as usual.
"What it does?" The envoy of the Imperial Army woke up from his memories, and he looked at the many Astartes in front of him playfully.
"According to the original data found, its function is multi-threaded thinking ability, which allows people to process information from different sources at the same time."
"Ah, is that so? That really won't be of much use to us." After listening to the words of the imperial envoy, the pharmacists cautiously came to a conclusion.
While relaxing, one of the pharmacists seemed to want to ease the tense atmosphere. He recalled the words of the Imperial Guard before and asked in a professional tone:
"You said before that the basis for cultivating this gland was derived from some original data. So, what was the last specific form of the individual it was used in?"
"Is there a specific application target?..." The envoy of the Forbidden Army looked around for a week after hearing the sound, and then said happily with some retaliation:
"Why don't we put it another way? First of all, it doesn't come from us, secondly it doesn't come from the Thunder Warriors, and thirdly it doesn't come from the Astartes. Well, of course it can't be the great Emperor. Can you guess?"
Quiet...deathly quiet.
All the pharmacists stood motionless as if they had been thrown into a stasis field. They needed time to digest the meaning of the absurd information they heard.
"It can't be the Emperor, not the Astartes, not the Imperial Guard, and certainly not the ancient Thunder Warriors..."
Although the remaining answers sound absurd, after all possibilities are eliminated, no matter how bizarre the final answer is, it is the final possibility.
"Abba, Abba, Abba... Bah, bah, bah! Half? The other half?" The pharmacist brother pointed to the glands that had grown there before the implantation operation, turned around and looked at the envoy of the Imperial Army in disbelief: "Then...Aba Aba..."
The imperial envoy understood what the pharmacist brother wanted to express. He nodded and said:
"Based on the descriptions in the existing data, it is indeed very likely that this is the other half, but this part of the data has been lost, and the empire cannot produce it even if it tries its best. So we cannot be sure. This is the Marshal's opinion of this
Reasons why young people are interested."
The atmosphere in the room became quiet again, and within a few breaths, the chief pharmacist was the first to react.
He straightened up and glanced around condescendingly. After confirming everyone's names, he said:
"I order! After the operation is over, the operation data will be sealed on the spot, and everyone, including me, will have their memories cleaned! Now, no one is allowed to go out!"
The chief pharmacist turned around and looked at the envoy of the imperial army. He said half a request and half an order: "If I need to trouble you, don't rush back to reply. Please, be here to bear witness for us."
The Imperial Envoy shrugged, he didn't mind this. And to be honest, he was also very interested in witnessing the reappearance of the empire's peak technology in a certain sense.
After calmly speaking to the envoy of the Imperial Army, the chief pharmacist turned to the assistant next to him and said, "Inform the Grand Master of the Guardian Shaper Order and request that all personnel on Titan be closed in and out, and notify all those who have not left the base.
Grand Master. Ask them to arrive as soon as possible!"
After all the chaos, Titan, which seemed to the outside world to be still calm and shrouded in thick fog, had actually bristled its hair, widened its eyes, opened its claws, and entered the highest alert state.
The permanent representative of the Inquisition, who is stationed in the Blackmailer Company of the Seventh Company of the Holy Hammer Order, was immediately and silently controlled, blocking all possibilities for him to try to contact the outside world.
On the other side of Titan, the Paladins who have been stationed in the Hall of Champions all year round, under the leadership of high-level knights, all equipped with Terminator power armor, went to Titan, and visited key arteries on it.
Create a blockade.
The strike cruisers directly belonging to the Gray Knights were cruising around the route. Although they did not know the reason for the sudden alert of the base, they still turned on the oriole at full power after receiving the order, and the charges of the light spear and shield were also fully charged at the same time.
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At this moment, any person or vehicle unit who attempts to enter or exit the Titan and the nearby defense zone without permission will be shot directly under the highest security, without notification, without warning, and without any hesitation and contact.
There is no kindness at all.
The office of the Tribunal on Terra also suddenly received an encrypted notification from the Holy Hammer Order:
"From now on, our cult will temporarily close the entrance and exit to the outside world. The support troops that have been dispatched will postpone their return repair plan, and the strike support troops that have not been dispatched will temporarily suspend their action plans. With the blessing of the Holy Emperor, contact will be restored as soon as possible."
Then, all contact attempts in the direction of Saturn will get no response.