I'm in Warhammer, I just want to grow mushrooms

Chapter 267 The story begins in the 41st millennium.

Terra Palace, Golden Throne.

The emperor traced psionic patterns in the air with his fingers.

The rift leading to the Nightfall opened again, and the black-armored Space Marines filed out.

Koz was left with only his head and torso, and remained unconscious.

He was immersed in a miniature amniotic fluid pot and escorted back by black-armored warriors.

Not far away, the low rumble of an anti-gravity vehicle came from the gate of the network tunnel.

The Great Sage of Land arrived at the throne in his personal vehicle, which was filled with medical supplies and equipment.

The raider was towing an anti-gravity flatbed truck behind it, on which was a black metal box, more than three meters long, two meters high, and two meters thick, which looked quite heavy.

"Your Majesty, the bionic body you requested has been completed."

Rand jumped out of the car, bowed to the Emperor, and his gaze inadvertently swept over the dozen or so black-armored warriors and Koz in the amniotic fluid tank.

As a renowned mechanical sage of the Faculty of Mechanics, Rand knew the Primarch better than anyone.

Conrad Coates' combat prowess is definitely among the top in the Primarchs, but at this moment he has lost most of his body and is on the verge of death.

If the Primarch is injured like this, then what kind of devastation must his legion have suffered?

Rand was secretly alarmed, vaguely realizing that something extraordinary had happened in the human empire during the time he had been studying subspace energy single crystals.

"Rand, I need you to install a bionic body for Koz and heal his injuries."

The emperor gently stroked the amniotic fluid pot, his gaze somewhat complicated.

Rand bowed again in greeting:

"As you wish, Your Majesty. I will personally treat Lord Koz."

"Let's begin now, we'll perform the surgery right here."

The emperor waved his hand, and the germs and dust in the air were wiped away by psionic energy.

A large, sterile area, meeting the requirements for surgery, appeared below the steps of the throne.

Medical operatives who came with RAND transported equipment and supplies and set up surgical platforms.

Rand opened the metal box on the anti-gravity cart and used the mechanical arm on his mechanical backpack to take out the parts of the bionic body.

The first component is a nearly translucent tube that looks like an artificial digestive system.

The second component is an artificial spine, with faintly glowing white tubing beneath a translucent shell.

One artificial object after another was placed on the operating table, forming a complete human figure, from an artificial skull to artificial tonsils, and so on.

Rand looked at these bionic components with a mixture of satisfaction and anticipation.

They can be described as works of art that combine mechanical teaching of bionic physiology with subspace energy single crystals.

It is unparalleled in both its anti-psychic properties and its manufacturing process.

For example, artificial muscle fiber bundles.

Traditional muscle fiber bundles use electrical current to adjust the contraction and extension of the fibers, achieving a similar force exertion and braking effect to native muscles.

If the muscle fiber bundles are interfered with by electromagnetic pulses, their effectiveness will be greatly reduced.

The improved artificial muscle fiber bundles are very different.

RAND uses an extremely efficient electrolytic die casting technology to electrolyze single crystal powder into aerosol, and then uses pressure and frequency reduction to die cast the aerosol into a single crystal film.

This film has near-perfect stretchability.

One gram of film, in its natural state, is about the size of a grain of rice.

It can be extended into a 3-square-meter plane without weakening its anti-psychic and insulating effects in the slightest.

Such exquisite manufacturing techniques can only be accomplished by mechanical engineering.

While the orcs' ability to think is indeed powerful, Rand dares to guarantee that no orc can replicate the highly efficient electrolytic die-casting technology.

"Sir, the surgery is ready."

A medical operative handed over a scalpel.

Rand began the surgery.

Coz's condition was very bad; his cardiopulmonary function was almost completely stopped, and he was surviving on the remaining oxygen in his brain and torso. Fortunately, the blood oxygen concentration of the original genetic material was already much higher than that of ordinary people.

Rand put Coz on a ventilator, replacing his original organs with artificial heart and lungs.

Koz's heartbeat and breathing gradually returned to normal.

His brain became active, and his five senses began to collect information about the surrounding environment.

The images of his near-death experience lingered in his mind, and the soles of Loka's feet rapidly magnified in his imagination.

"Die!" Coz roared hoarsely through his breathing mask, his eyes snapping open.

The surgical lights shone brightly, piercing Koz's eyelids and shattering the figure in front of him.

“You are safe, Lord Koz.” Rand tried to soften his tone:
"Do you still recognize me, Lord Coz? I am Arkan Rand, the High Sage of the Cult of Mechanics. We met on Mars 22 years ago."

“Rand…” Koz gasped for breath, trying to sit up to see what was going on around him, only to find that he had already lost his hands and feet.

He gradually recalled the course of the battle.

He pounded on Loka's psionic shield like a madman, and his limbs were crushed to dust by the flames and the impact.

"Loka, where is Loka? I think I saw Loka's head explode earlier. Is he dead?"

Koz muttered a question.

Rand's heart skipped a beat, and it took immense willpower to keep his fingers from trembling.

Has Loka's head exploded?!
Yet another Primarch has suffered a devastating blow?!

Who caused both Primarchs to be so badly injured at the same time?

Rand turned his head to look at the Emperor standing not far away.

The emperor gestured to the black-armored warriors.

The leader of the black-armored warriors walked to the operating table, removed his helmet and placed it on his waist, revealing a resolute face and a nail on his forehead:

"Lord Koz, I am Monritt, captain of the Tribunal for Truth, the Warhammer Order, and Squad Zero. My men and I rescued you from Loga. Your memory is correct; Loga's head was crushed by a headshot spell. We did not find the psionicist who cast the headshot, and Loga did not die."

Rand was starting to realize what was going on.

It feels like the two Primarchs clashed, and in the end, a mysterious psionicist stole Loka's head.

Rand didn't interrupt and continued the surgery.

Koz recalled the image of Loga's head exploding and murmured:
"Even with such severe injuries, he didn't die on the spot. What kept him alive?"

Monritt looked at the Emperor, who nodded in acknowledgment.

"Lord Koz, you must know that Loga is no longer the Loga of the past. He possesses many powers that do not belong to him. One of these powers grants him the ability to be reborn in a specific location after death."

Kurz narrowed his eyes, a glint of shrewdness in them:
"So, I still have the chance to kill him with my own hands?"

“Yes.” Monritt paused:
"In fact, the Warhammer Order of the Court of Truth was specifically created for you to eliminate the Chaos Demons."

Rand's movements froze, then quickly returned to normal.

His intelligence told him that Monritt's words meant that Loka Aurelion, the Primarch of the Wordholder Legion, had succumbed to the error of his ways!

Oh my God!
"I've only been in the Internet for a few months, how come so many things have changed outside?!" "The Court of Truth? I've never heard of this Imperial department." Koz looked puzzled.

Monritt said:
"This is a recently established secret department, whose main purpose is to thwart the Chaos Demons' plot..."

Rand is undergoing surgery, Monritt is introducing the Court of Truth, and Coz is lying on the operating table listening.

The surgeries performed on Primarchs and Space Marines are quite different from those performed on ordinary people.

The biggest taboo in surgery for ordinary people is "anesthesia recovery," which means that during the operation, the patient's motor nerves are paralyzed, but their consciousness remains clear, and the patient can clearly perceive the surgical steps such as cutting, ligation, puncture, and medication.

Surgery on Primarchs and Space Marines must be performed while they are awake; anesthesia or a state of unconsciousness can have negative effects.

With Monritt nagging beside him, Rand didn't have to worry about Koz falling asleep.

They chatted for over three hours, and Monritt finished explaining all the details of the Court of Truth, and the surgery was successfully completed.

Koz's new body has extremely low mass and extremely high defense, and it also has the potential to grow.

Artificial organs enable life to continue, a single-crystal film endows him with unparalleled psionic resistance and resistance to various energies, and the original's unique gene sample is implanted into the gene gland, prompting his body to continue to grow and closely integrate with the artificial organs.

Of course, the Primarch's gene gland is not the Rand Arm; that was a finished product provided by the Emperor.

It's no exaggeration to say that Koz could probably punch through Loka's psionic shield now; the anti-psionic properties of a single crystal are no joke.

Koz dressed in the medic's uniform and sat up.

As the field of vision rose, a golden figure came into view.

Koz then realized that the Emperor had been standing not far away, watching his surgery.

“Father…” Koz’s voice trembled as he recalled the withered bones on the throne and the despairing death aura that surrounded him.

This scene was so breathtaking that whenever Koz thought of the Emperor, this image would uncontrollably appear in his mind.

Koz knelt on one knee, sobbing uncontrollably, unable to tell whether he was repenting for his past sins or heartbroken over the illusory sight on the throne.

"You may leave now. Let me speak with Conrad for a while."

The crowd quickly tidied up the scene, making room for the emperor and his sons to speak.

The Emperor reached out and helped Coz up:

"You saw that scene, didn't you?"

"Yes, Father. Why...why are you so badly injured, sitting on the throne like a skeleton?"

Koz, trying to calm his turbulent emotions, couldn't help but ask a question.

The Emperor's prophetic abilities far surpassed those of the Primarch.

What I can see, the emperor can certainly see too.

"That's a plot by the enemies of Chaos. They want to turn the galaxy into a slaughterhouse for humans and demons, for their own amusement."

The Emperor led Koz to the foot of the throne steps:
“I will tell you what the Chaos enemies’ plot is, and how they manipulate the fate of the human empire to satisfy their own desires. I will also tell you that such a future has already been changed. And the ones who changed it are your two brothers, Alpharis and Omega.”

Koz paused for a moment:
“Father, this is the first time I’ve known I have two brothers.”

The emperor was not surprised, and his expression remained calm:

"In fact, you are the first to know about Alpharis and Omega's offspring. The other Primarchs are unaware of the twins' existence for the time being."

"Twins..." Koz murmured, his curiosity about the brothers growing stronger.

"Father, what did they do?"

The emperor stopped before the steps of the throne, a look of reminiscence in his eyes:
"They did a lot of things. It all started in the 41st millennium."

41 millennia?!

Isn't this the 30th millennium?

Koz was taken aback, but did not interrupt the Emperor, listening attentively.

...

...

“Plop, plop…”

Inside a cabin of the "Wolf Knife".

The enormous fleshy sac was suspended in the air by vines, contracting rhythmically like a heart.

A scarlet handprint protruded from the surface of the fleshy sac, and the owner of the hand struggled to pull at the membrane, trying to break free from the sac's restraints.

A sickeningly loud tearing sound rang out as Loka emerged from the rift, thick liquid dripping from his body. The Howling Soul Armor had returned.

A gaze shot straight in from subspace.

“My Lord’s faithful servant, Koz’s fate has been altered, and I cannot find his whereabouts. Your first attempt has failed.”

Loka wiped the liquid from his face and looked at the ethereal blue birdman:
“Prophet, this is part of our plan; failure is merely another part of it.”

The blue birdman is none other than the Great Demon Tzeentch, the Shadow Weaver - Zelfix.

It nodded slightly, its wings fluttering:

"You're right, failure is also part of the plan. Tell me what happened?"

“A group of Space Marines wearing black power armor used some kind of psionic means to dismantle my psionic shield and crush my head.”

Luo Jia pressed his forehead and gently shook his head.

The afterimage of his head exploding lingered in his mind.

This feeling is not pleasant.

Fortunately, with the blessing of the four gods, he can be reborn indefinitely.

“During the standoff with Koz, I sensed an extremely strong psionic energy fluctuation. Someone opened a portal on the ship and remotely teleported the black-armored warrior over. I think the psionicist who opened the portal was the one influencing the battle from behind the scenes.”

Loka slowly raised his hands, and psionic light gathered around his body.

His signature power armor, the Mantra Armor, appeared first, followed by his power backpack, protective force field generator, cloak, helmet, and finally, the Howling Soul Armor on his shoulders.

Unlike the previous Howling Soul Armor which only covered the shoulders, this Howling Soul Armor now extends from the shoulders to the upper part of the chest, and the painful faces on the armor surface have become more numerous.

"The psionicist who opened the portal was extremely powerful; I suspect it was either the Emperor or Macardo himself. Those black-armored warriors took Koz away and delivered him to the Emperor or Macardo. That's why you can't sense Koz's location."

Luo Jia provided a reasoned and well-founded analysis.

Zelfix largely agreed:
"It seems this defeat hasn't dampened your morale."

"Of course." Luo Jia smiled slightly.
"Using one death to uncover the false emperor's backup plan is a worthwhile trade no matter how you look at it. Next time I make my move, I will definitely succeed, and I will also have an extra ally."

As soon as he finished speaking, a beam of psionic light shot from the distant warp, pointing directly at Loka.

"Look, my helper has arrived." Loka extended his right hand toward the psionic light, drawing it into his hand.

The beam of light was pulled from the subspace by Loka and transformed into a round sphere of light.

The sphere of light underwent a strange transformation, and the towering Cyclops rapidly materialized.

He wore a long, ocean-blue robe, one eye was intact, the other eye was gone, leaving only a scarred pit, and his long, scarlet hair was like a mane.

Just before the giant appeared, the environment around Loka transformed into a prison cell, and Loka himself became ragged and wounded, while Zelfix disappeared.

When the giant materialized, he didn't see the spirited Loka, but his good brother who was seriously injured and in dire need of rescue.

(End of this chapter)