Dedicate loyalty to the good empire

Chapter 234 Primaris Space Marines
"Right hand."

"make a fist."

“Wave.”

"Exert your strength."

A robotic voice read without emotion. He stood there, said it once, then repeated it, and read it again.

"Left hand..."

It was a metal monster, quite similar to Kawl, only smaller.

And now Taylor is in a closed room, wearing a suit of dark green carapace armor and waving his fists.

That armor was more closed than the one Taylor had used before, similar to the armor of a battle sister, but without the huge power backpack.

It is lightweight and easy to wear, and its modular design allows for easy removal of the plates from the waist, thighs, arms, or anywhere else for disassembly and repair.

The design was so humane that Taylor doubted whether it was truly produced by the Empire. After all, he had seen too many anti-human equipment designs in his service career.

Imperial weapons were reliable in general, but they were always unsatisfactory in details. For example, armored vehicles had no air conditioning, and armor had to be put on and taken off in full, making them look like medieval knights.

Many of the laser gun's accessories are difficult to assemble because they come from various worlds, resulting in different production scales and situations, and even different materials.

Of course, Space Marines are not victims of the Empire's creations, and this modular armor technology is almost entirely derived from Space Marine weapons and equipment.

This set of camouflage armor now seems to have no shortcomings. After half a month of debugging, Taylor can easily use it as a combat aid.

He clenched his fists tentatively, and the armor's servos began to emit a comforting low sound, sounding like power flowing through them.

The camouflage helmet that looks like an insect head begins to convey information on the display. This requires professional training to learn, but it is not complicated.

Looking at the Gothic language above that writes out the current degree and physical condition of the armor, it feels like Iron Man.

This set of armor also comes with an aiming assistance system and prompt system for Space Marines. Although it is just a bonus, it is enough to bring the combat effectiveness of an elite mortal to 120%.

But even so, Taylor took off his helmet dissatisfied and complained to Kaul's clone in front of him.

"This helmet is too conspicuous. I want one that the enemy can't see at a glance."

Cawl pondered for a moment before answering, "Then make the top of the head resemble an Imperial military helmet, with a removable faceplate."

Because titanium alloys are lighter than ceramic steel, and this material combines strength and plasticity, Kaul likes it very much.

However, the performance of Tau armor is far inferior to that of Ceramic Steel in extreme situations. For example, when directly hit by heavy plasma and explosive bombs, their weapons and equipment will be severely deformed.

This set of mortal power armor is designed more to enable elite troops to adapt to the harsh environment that may arise in the upcoming expedition and to increase the mobility of infantry.

And Kohl's mind is not on this. To be precise, this is just one of the countless small experiments managed by the clone.

At this moment, Caul announced the end of the test. Taylor took off his helmet, wiped the sweat off his face, and asked, "Is that really you here?"

Call replied. "Of course."

"How come there are so many of you..." Taylor asked suspiciously.

Kaur replied. "It's all me. Every one of me is me and no one of me is me."

"This is a bit mysterious..." Taylor muttered.

"Mysterious?" This word made Kaul think with great interest. It was different from the normal Gothic structure and directly and interestingly expressed the current situation.

However, he only thought about it for a moment and no longer let this word occupy his thinking circuit.

He stood up and said, "We'll be preparing for the final test tomorrow. As you said, I'll make one last modification to this armor."

"In the meantime, we'll be using bolter rounds and that chainsword of yours for tomorrow's test."

Taylor swallowed. Explosive bomb...

This is the weapon he has always longed for. The heavy recoil is enough to break a mortal's arm, which is why it has always been exclusive to Battle Sisters and Space Marines.

He returned to the dormitory a little excitedly, like an elementary school student who couldn't sleep because of the spring outing the next day.

He imagined himself holding a bomb, but after replaying the empty thought several times in his mind, he couldn't imagine that posture...

He smiled bitterly and then fell asleep quietly.

The next day he arrived at the testing site as scheduled, but Kohl's real body was here for the first time, and Taylor greeted him a little uncomfortably.

"morning……"

He didn't know that the little guy had been by his side for more than half a month, but Kohl answered naturally.

"morning."

Just like the opening of every test in the past two weeks, Taylor was certain that they were indeed communicating with each other's memories...

At least from what Taylor had seen, there were dozens of Cawl clones, and there were countless more scattered throughout the galaxy. It was hard for him to imagine how anyone could create hundreds of copies of themselves to plunder knowledge.

He asked uncertainly. "This place is empty, there's nothing here. What am I doing here?"

Kaul took out a black bomb that was tailor-made for Taylor. It was a weapon that was most similar in size and feel to the gun he had used in his previous experiments.

Taylor picked up the sage's gift. He gripped the heavy weapon uncertainly, stroking the handle...

"Is this my plasma gun?"

He said it uncertainly because the feel was very similar, and there was a vague feeling.

The sage replied. "The trigger and mechanism are, but they've been significantly altered. I insisted on using your previous weaponry to shape it, and the reason is simple."

"You have strange waaagh positions on your body. I don't know how you acquired those things, but your weapons and body have this kind of psychic power."

"In order to avoid disrupting its balance, using your weapons as materials is the best answer."

Taylor swallowed. "Maybe those greenskins are worshipping me again..."

"I served at Armageddon."

At this point, Kaul said with interest, "I've tested your body to the best of my ability, and I've confirmed that we can't replicate your miracle."

"I can only say that this is the Emperor's blessing."

Taylor asked. "But what's the final test?"

At this moment, a two-meter-six-meter-tall blue giant walked in. He was wearing a brand-new Space Marine armor and became even taller and more powerful.

He held a chainsword and a bolter in hand and said seriously, "It's me."

He put on his red helmet and looked at Taylor. "Just like in training, attack me."

Taylor swallowed. "No, I fight Space Marines?"

Kaul smiled. "You're familiar with his battles, and he's familiar with you, and you can see the combined fruits of both experiments."

“This is the most appropriate one.”

"If you refuse, the bomb will be dissolved."

Taylor sighed. "If you're being lenient, then I'll just go for it..."

He said to the sergeant, "Old friend, you better hold back!"

(End of this chapter)