Chapter 187 Rise of the Planet of the Apes: The Return of Slan

Chapter 187 Rise of the Planet of the Apes: The Return of Slan

Fu Qinghai came to Skhalax City, which is the territory of the Adeptus Mechanicus, and was told that Master Quinto was not on the surface, but in a scientific research ship in space orbit, so Fu Qinghai entered the Lion Gate Space again. Airport.

After finding the scientific research ship, Fu Qinghai was allowed to enter after revealing his identity. The scientific research ship was very busy with people coming and going. As soon as Fu Qinghai stepped onto the upper deck, he saw a red-haired man with orange-red hair. The orangutan, with iron rings on his hands and feet, and chains tied to the iron rings, was being led away by a technical priest wearing a red robe.

Fu Qinghai took a closer look and saw that there was a small and delicate sound generator on the orangutan's neck.

Damn it, isn’t this my monkey! ?

Fu Qinghai quickly shouted:

"Slan!"

The short orangutan turned around and saw Fu Qinghai. His mouth was closed, but the sound generator on his neck made an electronic sound:

"Qingshan!"

Now Fu Qinghai was very sure that this was his monkey.

The other space apes do not talk to humans. Only Slan can speak. He put a brainwave conversion sound generator around his neck.

Fu Qinghai quickly walked over, squatted on the ground, looked at the space ape, and asked:

"How will you be here?"

Before the space ape Shi Lan could speak, a mechanical arm stretched out in front of Fu Qinghai, blocking Fu Qinghai, and a sound like the interlocking of gears sounded:

"Sir, this alien is the property of the Adeptus Mechanicus. Please keep your distance."

Fu Qinghai raised his head and said seriously:

"This is my personal property, and I have a way to prove it. Captain Seth Vlahos, Gurt, Pa..."

Before Fu Qinghai finished speaking, he was rudely interrupted by the technical priest. He said bluntly:

"I stress to you once again, Mr. Astartes, this is the property of the Adeptus Mechanicus and has nothing to do with any Space Marine Legion."

Fu Qinghai narrowed his eyes and slowly stood up.

The mechanical prosthetic eye under the red hood of the technical priest glanced at Fu Qinghai, grabbed the chain holding Slan, turned around and walked straight forward.

"Uh-huh!"

A chainsword lay across his neck.

A cold and forbidding voice sounded from behind:

"Put down the chains and unlock the shackles, otherwise... I promise to dismantle you into a pile of tiny parts no more than five centimeters in diameter."

The technical priest looked horrified. He suddenly turned his head and asked loudly:

"What are you doing? Are you going to rebel?"

As he shouted, several Skitarii soldiers whose entire bodies had been replaced by large areas of machinery ran over and pointed their arc rifles and radium carbines at Fu Qinghai.

Several technical priests with different shapes around them stopped and looked over in surprise.

The chain sword was still firmly placed under the technical priest's neck, unmoved at all. Fu Qinghai sneered:

"Loyalty and rebellion cannot be defined casually by your rusty and leaky gear mouth."

"Now, immediately, immediately, release my monkey, otherwise I will let you experience for yourself what it feels like when your own mechanical tendrils are inserted into the mental pulse matrix, resulting in a short-circuit overload and burning of the memory pipeline."

His dark words, like the whisper of an electronic demon, made the Tech-Priest shudder.

As Master Quinto's disciple, Fu Qinghai was very familiar with the mechanical modifications and implants on the Tech-Priests' bodies. He could see through the changes in this young Tech-Priest's body with just one glance.

If someone wanted to torture a technical priest, they might feel unable to do so when faced with a large area of ​​mechanical replacement all over his body, but Fu Qinghai almost scared the shit out of him with just a few words.

If there is still something like urine in his body.

The tense confrontation fell into a stalemate for a while, and more and more people gathered around. Shi Lan blinked his big dark blue eyes and looked up at Fu Qinghai helplessly.

At this time, a hoarse old voice came from behind the crowd:

"Francis, release the space ape. It is indeed the personal property of this Astartes."

Hearing this, the crowd moved out of the way, revealing a short figure wearing a tattered rust-red robe behind them.

Fu Qinghai's eyes lit up and he said in surprise:

"Master Quinto!"

The young technical priest named Francis moved his neck away from the teeth of the chain sword, reluctantly leaned over and unlocked the shackles on Slann's hands and feet, and replied:

"Yes, Sage Quinto."

Quinto Anastasio raised his head, revealing his wrinkled old face under the hood, his mechanical eyes flashed, and he said with a smile:

"Long time no see, little Locke."

Fu Qinghai:......

Fu Qinghai did not bother about what Master Kunto called him. He inserted the chain sword back into his waist, picked up Shi Lan, put it on his shoulder armor and sat down. He walked towards Master Kunto, leaned closer and whispered:

"Master, I have something to talk to you about."

Quinto nodded and said:

"Okay, let's go to my lab."

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The relationship between Fu Qinghai and Quinto, how to describe it, is a bit similar to the relationship between graduate students and tutors in universities in their previous lives.

But unlike the academic handicraft production relationship between graduate students and tutors, which is completely personal dependence, Fu Qinghai and Quinto have no interest entanglements. On the contrary, Quinto is full of research interest in Fu Qinghai and is proud of perfect works.

Others are amazed that Fu Qinghai has made great military exploits in less than three years of service, but Master Quinto takes it for granted - I, Quinto Anastasio, personally modified the work, and of course I have to compete with other clumsy pharmacists. The transformed Astartes are different!

For example, right now, both Ogedei and Talal were very surprised that Fu Qinghai could survive the danger, while Quinto thought...it was okay.

That's okay.

In the scientific research ship, the layout of Master Quinto's personal laboratory is almost exactly the same as that of the Diplomat's bilge laboratory. It is dark, dark and disorganized, except that there are more large-scale instruments and equipment.

Fu Qinghai put Shi Lan at the door and followed Master Quinto to the familiar experimental table. Fu Qinghai looked around and saw only a few unintelligent machine slaves and no other people waiting, so he lowered his head and pressed down. said in a voice:

"Master, I feel like I know where I have mutated."

Master Quinto was stunned:

"Oh? Tell me?"

Fu Qinghai said seriously:

"I have that very strong desire to reproduce and mate. Normal space warriors shouldn't be like this, right?"

"Well..." Master Quinto frowned, pondered for a while, and said:

"It really shouldn't be like this. Then you have other abnormal traits...I mean manifestations?"

Fu Qinghai shook his head honestly:

"there is none left."

"No more?"

Master Quinto confirmed again.

Judging from his tone, he seemed quite disappointed.

"Yeah." Fu Qinghai nodded, and then said:

"But that's not the point. I can't give birth to a child anyway. The point is that I have some new research results to share with you."

Master Quinto smiled and said:

"Is it a strange alien creature from an alien planet?"

Fu Qinghai shook his head and said seriously:

"No, much better than that."

As he spoke, Fu Qinghai walked to a Thinker system, connected dots on the screen with his fingers, and typed in an extremely complex serum formula table and the synthesis formula of the corresponding compound.

Fu Qinghai is not a technical priest, and technical priests do not need to use this backward input method. He only needs to plug the cable on his body into the Thinker system, and the data transmission will be automatically completed.

After finishing typing, Fu Qinghai pointed to the dozens of pages of formulas and said to Master Quinto:

"This is a serum formula that I accidentally obtained. It is called the 'Super Soldier Serum'. Although it is not very stable and the adaptation success rate is also very low, if the injection is successful, it will mainly enhance the functions of the human body. In terms of strength and speed, these two aspects are almost as good as the muscle strengthening organs and bone strengthening organs in the transformation surgery of Space Marines. Master, you can take a look."

Quinto knew that Fu Qinghai was not the kind of bumpkin who had never seen the world. It could even be said that Fu Qinghai had abnormal memory and learning abilities. In just a few months of training, he had almost transformed Quinto's life. Everything he had learned was gone, so Quinto took the serum formula Fu Qinghai came up with very seriously.

He stretched out his fingers from under the red robe, and a mechanical tentacle on his fingers was gently inserted into the interface of the Thinker system. Master Quinto closed his left eye, while the mechanical prosthetic eye embedded in the right eye socket was flashing rapidly.

After a long time, Master Quinto opened his eyes and commented:

"very funny."

Fu Qinghai smiled and said:

"Right. I also have experimental logs about this serum injection, including the adaptation of different receptors, clinical reactions, allergic reactions, etc."

"Oh, by the way, I also have three serum samples."

Fu Qinghai took out three glass tubes filled with blue liquid from his weapon belt.

Master Quinto's cloudy old eyes shone with light. He looked down at the serum sample in Fu Qinghai's hand and asked softly:

"Little Locke, you have given me so much, so what do you want?"

Fu Qinghai chuckled.

Although Master Quinto often cannot remember his name, he is not confused at critical moments and understands that there is never any benefit without reason.

Fu Qinghai stretched out two fingers and said:

"Master, two points. First, I hope we can stabilize this serum and greatly improve the success rate; second, I hope we can mass-produce this serum and reduce production costs. And, for super soldiers The research and development results of the serum can currently only be shared by you and me."

Master Quinto looked deeply and nodded gently:

"No problem, it's just what I want."

The Mechanicum not only has reservations about the human empire and space warriors, but also has fierce factional struggles within itself. The conservative thinking of cherishing one's own broom is very common in every sect. Even if Fu Qinghai doesn't say it, Master Quinto is not willing to Share his research with others.

Some people may say Belisarius Caul, but the Great Sage Caul has the full support of the Regent Robert Guilliman, and his status within the Mechanicum is not that of the Foundry Commander, but better than the Foundry Commander. Only in this way can You can freely create Primaris Space Marines and various new weapons and equipment. Otherwise, even if an ordinary little technical priest proposes the technology of Primaris Space Marines, he will end up being snatched away by his superiors.

Fu Qinghai and Master Quinto, student and mentor, were like two evil Frankensteins in science fiction movies, hiding in a dark and gloomy laboratory, whispering and plotting.

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