Chapter 539: Pulling People on Board

"Our regiment's pharmacists have received training from mechanical monks, but I don't know what they taught them."

Hope didn't know what Perturabo was angry about, so he had to tell him everything honestly.

Perturabo suppressed his anger and called Lin Fan. He had to get an explanation.

"What? You mean surgery?" Lin Fan's voice came from the other end, but it sounded like Lin Fan was swimming somewhere, and the sound of water reached Perturabo's ears. "Wait a moment, I'll clean up the dimensional beasts in this ice storage. Bashar! Let the Contemptors shoot at them, and why do you keep so many carnivorous fish?!"

The hissing sound of dissolving and evaporation, and the roar of the beast. Perturabo waited for Lin Fan to finish dealing with the dimensional beasts, and handed the spray can in his hand to Hope.

Perturabo dismantled an operating table and assembled it into a chair. He sat on the chair and motioned Hope to spray his scalp.

The cold feeling made Perturabo's patience surprisingly good. After listening to the noisy melee for more than ten minutes, Perturabo finally heard Lin Fan's voice.

"Grind those dimensional beasts into powder and send them to Iverene. I still owe the bone master maintenance fees. And don't use ice cubes to suppress your Contemptor Dreadnoughts! Go to Iverene to ask for a few Stasis Fields!"

Coughing lightly a few times, Lin Fan lowered his voice and spoke to Perturabo.

"Let me think about the surgery question you asked just now. The Empire has lost a lot of technology these days, and gene seed surgery is one of them. Some large warbands can still keep some records. For warbands like the Weepers, which are always on the verge of extinction, it is already very good that their pharmacists can still perform surgery."

".So other warbands are like this? What about the Lion King's First Legion? What is their trial?"

"Uh. Gene surgery without anesthesia? If it hurts to death, just replace it with the next one, but I think the brave man has lived to the eve of the surgery, so it is probably unnecessary to use anesthesia."

Perturabo fell into silence, and Lin Fan didn't know what to say. A beep sound came into Lin Fan's ears, and Perturabo interrupted the communication. He looked at Hope helplessly.

"They have so many black technologies, but now they don't even know how to use anesthesia. Silly boy, come here."

Hope obediently took a few steps closer. Even if Perturabo was sitting, he would be a head shorter than Perturabo.

Perturabo put his hand on Hope's shoulder and put on a rare smile. If the Lion King was here, he would definitely see that this smile was exactly the same as the one Perturabo had used to trick the general cannon from him.

Looking at the somewhat excited Hope, Perturabo was like a good uncle who was telling a child about life development. He stretched out his hand and passed it through the air, and then retracted his fingers one by one before retracting them to his chest and clenching his fist.

"Are you interested in learning the complete operation? You can give the chapter a new life and even become an extremely powerful legion."

"This... But we are on an expedition of atonement, and the high lord ordered us not to replenish our troops during the expedition."

"Oh! Forget those stupid high lords!" Perturabo cursed disdainfully, "The Empire is now a stupid country, you know?"

Hope's face did not change, but Perturabo could see the entanglement in the heart of the chapter leader from his eyes.

"You are very angry, right? Angry that the Empire treats you so unfairly? Angry at the discrimination of those high lords? Angry at the ugly faces of those nobles who oppress the people?"

Perturabo's mouth curved up, and he used various examples to draw out Hope's dissatisfaction. These examples are so vivid and real, and they don't seem to be made up at all, just because these examples are what Perturabo saw and heard during the Great Crusade.

"Warriors should be honored, and even if there is no honor, they should be thanked, right? But look, mortals shed tears for your sacrifice, and those fat-headed and big-eared rulers only know to warn you. They think you are cursed, but are you?"

"We are not!" Hope gritted his teeth and said hatefully, with waves of anger in his heart. As the commander of the war group, he knows the unfortunate history of the Weepers far better than anyone else in the war group.

Perturabo was very satisfied with Hope's reaction. He stood up, put his big hand around Hope's shoulders, and took him to stroll in the empty gene seed warehouse.

"Look at these petri dishes! There is nothing in them. Of course, we should hate the aliens who looted here, but shouldn't the high lords be opposed? If it weren't for their obstruction, you could have turned those seeds into combat power, so that your war group would have enough troops to defend, instead of ending up like this. A..." Perturabo wanted to say unlicensed black doctors, but he still didn't want to destroy this induced atmosphere, and hurriedly changed his words, "A well-trained doctor was also killed."

Hope became more and more angry, his teeth were clenched, and his fists were clenched together, causing sparks to be rubbed out of the metal gloves.

When Perturabo saw Hope like this, he knew that he had seduced the resentment in the heart of the war group leader. He grabbed Hope with his hand and made him face him. The two looked at each other, and Perturabo's eyes were shining.

"We should rebuild the Chapter! No, even rebuild the Legion! A Legion that can carry out the true will of the Emperor! We must kill all the rubbish on Terra who are doing pig-dog things in the name of the Emperor, and restore order to the Imperium."

"But." Hope hesitated, but for Perturabo, it would be a problem if he didn't hesitate.

"No buts, the Emperor gave us a sacred mission, but didn't you hear that there is another mission waiting for us to accomplish?"

"Another mission?"

"That's right! We not only have to help the Death Army, but also secretly clean up the corruption of the current empire for the Emperor. Before he left, he looked at you with extremely expectant eyes. Those eyes are so full of meaning that only wise people can understand."

Hope listened to Perturabo's words, he recalled the scene when the Emperor appeared, the Emperor's eyes. He didn't dare to look at the Emperor's face, he was afraid that he would lose his composure under the Emperor's sacred glory.

Maybe it was really like what the elder said, the Emperor really secretly gave them a new mission and task, but they were too stupid to understand the Emperor's true meaning.

"I hope you can teach me, uncle! I will give everything for the Emperor's will!"

"Very good. The mission given to us by the Emperor is to build a new empire, a new empire that truly implements his will. I would like to call it the Second Empire."

Just as Perturabo said this, Guilliman, who was lying dead on Macragge, suddenly moved his fingers.