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Lin Qi took a deep breath, raised his spear, and, mimicking what he remembered, adopted what he thought was a starting stance.
"wrong."
Horus's voice was filled with a strange quality, giving the impression that he was trying to suppress a laugh.
"What kind of pose is that?"
Lin Qi remained calm and simply responded.
"Then you come."
"This is your training, but I can give you some guidance, such as the starting stance. Watch carefully."
Horus stretched out his hand, and psionic energy conjured a spear in it. He assumed a starting stance, and Lynch watched him, mimicking his movements.
Horus nodded; now it finally looked presentable.
The combat server began to move, its heavy steps pressing relentlessly towards Lynch. The chainsaws on its six mechanical tentacles roared, and at the moment of close approach, they slammed into the torso of the opponent in front of it!
As Lin Qi watched the swift and ferocious attack, his powerful physical attributes and reflexes came into play. In his vision, the trajectories of the six chainsaws became clearer, even slower.
Lin Qi instantly exerted force with his feet, propelling him into the air. His hands gripped the long handle of the spear, and in mid-air, he twisted his waist and rotated, causing the spearhead to fly and slash downwards!
"hiss--"
A sickening metallic scraping sound rang out as the blade and the metal casing of the combat server rubbed against each other, sparking dazzling flashes of light.
Lin Qi landed heavily, using his previous jump to successfully reach the back of the server. Then, he suddenly turned around and unleashed unimaginable power from his muscles, allowing the spear to pierce through the steel shell of the combat server and destroy its internal power core.
The movements, though seemingly complex, are performed with the ease of breathing, thanks to the individual's exceptional physical abilities.
A dazzling spark of electricity emanated from the punctured area, the combat server's indicator light flickered for a moment, and then went out weakly.
Without any particular technique, Lin Qi's two fighting moves relied entirely on his formidable physical abilities.
Horus looked at Lynch, remained silent for a while, and then sighed softly.
His initial instruction was somewhat superfluous, but it was for the best. Now he knew exactly what level of intensity was needed to train Lin Qi's combat skills through real combat.
He believed that the "coach" had also successfully figured it out.
Two voids appeared, delivering two mechs. They dragged away the fallen combat server. Then, a larger void appeared, delivering an even larger combat server.
“That doesn’t count. Your physical abilities are truly amazing. I’m starting to get a little jealous of you, Lynch.”
The voice of the Primal Forged One rang out once again through the loudspeaker of the Servo Skull, and then he issued commands to the new combat servo.
"Combat Mode β-3, High Lethality".
This time, a full twelve tentacles appeared on the combat server. Looking at the chainsaws roaring on them, the confidence that had just been built up after defeating the enemy began to waver, making Lin Qi swallow hard.
"If you can't beat them, remember to beg for mercy. You're still a newbie, it's nothing to be ashamed of."
Horus and the Primal Forged Leader spoke in unison, as if they were certain that even if Lynch's physical abilities were beyond imagination, he would absolutely be unable to defeat this guy.
Lin Qi held his spear, watching the approaching battle server.
Begging for mercy? Who do you think you are!
Thirty minutes later, at the Explorer King's medical room.
Kaul and the original leader stood together, looking at Lin Qi, whose face was bruised and swollen. They exchanged a glance and then burst into laughter at the same time.
"That's not funny at all."
Lin Qi spoke with some resentment, looking at the two of them.
"Get used to it slowly. You'll have a long time like this ahead of you. But believe me, once you can defeat that combat server, your combat abilities combined with your physical attributes will be enough to help you take care of most of your enemies."
Caul shrugged and said this.
Lynch neither confirmed nor denied Caul's statement, but acknowledged that it was true: "Sweat more in peacetime, bleed less in wartime" was never just a simple slogan.
No, I'm not just sweating, I'm bleeding too.
“Oh, right, there’s one more thing.” Kaul suddenly remembered something and looked at Lynch as he spoke. “During the year I was working on your surgery, I also helped you with your power armor. Now there’s just a little bit of finishing work left. I’ll be giving you the armor-granting ceremony in a week.”
Chapter 111 Armor Conferment Ceremony
Lin Qi took a deep breath, gripped the long hilt with both hands, and stared intently at the leader of the Yuan Forging Sect, who was holding a long sword and looking relaxed and leisurely in the distance.
It took him five days to go from being brutally beaten by the combat server to finally finding an opportunity to stab it in the back.
After undergoing the transformation, not only his physical abilities but also his learning abilities were significantly enhanced. Furthermore, in each battle, inexplicable combat memories constantly surfaced from the depths of his memory, strengthening his combat skills.
Don't misunderstand, this is not some so-called blessing from chaos, nor is it the influence of some strange thing that appeared out of nowhere.
This is an inheritance from within the genetic seed.
As the core component for modifying Astartes, the role of the gene seed goes far beyond simply transforming a normal person into an Astarte. It can also endow the implanted person with memories from the person from whom the seed was extracted—in some extreme cases, this act can even allow a veteran to be completely reborn in the body of a new recruit.
However, after undergoing special modifications by Kaul, the gene seed inside Lynch's body, which originated from the Primal Forged, only contained memories related to battle.
Furthermore, these memories do not appear all at once, but are suddenly awakened at certain moments when Lynch is in battle, becoming a kind of revelation that tells him what to do next.
For example, right now.
Looking at the leader of the original forging in front of him, Lin Qi instantly saw several flaws in his movements. He gripped his sword and spear tightly, and in that instant, a dozen ideas for cutting him down to the ground flashed through his mind.
However, this was just a hypothetical scenario. Lin Qi knew in his heart that this guy, with whom he had sparred for three days, was not so easy to defeat. In terms of physical fitness, he might be slightly inferior to him, but in terms of technique, he completely overwhelmed him.
"Your technical progress is rapid." Yuan Zhuzhi twirled his sword and said. "To defeat the combat server in five days, among all the Astartes I know, apart from those directly controlled by memories, no one has achieved such speed."
Lin Qi sighed, looked at the head of the original casting, and said in a deep voice.
"But that's not enough to defeat you."
"Hehe." The leader of the original forging chuckled. "Being able to defeat the combat server only shows that you have mastered the most basic combat skills as a warrior, but you are still a long way from being a master."
“And then there’s psionic power,” Lynch emphasized. “Don’t forget you’ll also be teaching me how to use those sacred psionic powers after I become an Astartes.”
"That happened after the combat skills training."
Yuan Zhuzhi shrugged, his muscles slowly tensing up. His posture was no longer as relaxed as before, but filled with an unparalleled sense of oppression.
"Alright, enough chit-chat. Let's finish today's sparring quickly. Kaul has something to discuss with you later."
In his field of vision, the body of the original forged leader began to grow larger and larger. Lin Qi knew that this was because the other party was closing the distance between him.
After taking a deep breath, he gripped the spear with both hands, pointing the tip of the sword towards the ground, ensuring that he could quickly and directly block and counterattack no matter which direction the attack came from.
Yuan Zhuzhi smiled slightly and stopped in his tracks.
The next second, his body disappeared from Lin Qi's sight in reality.
Lin Qi's pupils dilated instantly, but his body reacted even faster than his mind. He used his strength to lift the sword and spear, which acted like a strange shield, protecting one side of his body.
boom!
The blade of the longsword touched the hilt of the spear, and Lin Qi felt the immense recoil force transmitted through his hands. However, with his formidable physical strength, he absorbed this force, which could even repel an ordinary Astartes, and then exerted force with both arms again, forcefully pushing the Primal Head away.
Yuan Zhuzhi staggered back several steps, only to be met with a powerful, sweeping attack. Instead of taking the blow head-on, he used the momentum from his retreat to continue walking backward, letting the sword tip just brush past his body.
Without hesitation, Lin Qi stepped forward, and in that instant, the sword and spear in his hand transformed into dozens of afterimages, rushing towards the leader of the Yuanzhu clan, like a pack of wolves on the grassland, fiercely tearing at their prey.
Yuan Zhuzhi brandished his longsword, his footwork agile and unpredictable. While dodging the bites of spears and swords, he used his longsword to look for an opportunity to attack. Soon, he successfully found an opening in one of Lin Qi's attacks. Without much movement, he reached out and handed over the sword.
Lin Qi only felt a flash of silver light, and then a pain came from his left forearm. He looked down and saw a small scar about ten centimeters long.
It doesn't affect combat effectiveness, but as the old Terra proverb goes, a thousand-mile dike can be destroyed by an ant hole. Many times, the defeat of a contest begins when one of the two sides gets the first scar.
Lynch gritted his teeth, his sword and spear spinning like a windmill. He began to try to forget everything, to transform himself into an endless storm.
He was completely focused, not on achieving an unrealistic victory, but on leaving even the smallest wound on the head of the original forging.
Because this represents progress, it means he has become stronger than he did in yesterday's sparring session.
Unfortunately, reality proved that even for him, making progress in just one day was still somewhat difficult.
Yuan Zhuzhi suddenly lunged forward, facing the storm of swords and spears. He forced his way close to Lin Qi, then flicked his longsword, sending several flashes of silver light slicing through the air. This caused a sharp pain in his wrist, forcing him to release his weapon.
Bang!
The sword and spear landed on the ground with a loud thud. Lin Qi craned his neck, looking at the sword tip pressed against his throat, and sighed helplessly.
"Sigh...it was so close."
“On a real battlefield, this alone could cost a warrior his life,” the Forged Leader said calmly, sheathing his longsword. “But compared to yesterday, you have indeed improved rapidly.”
Lin Qi shrugged. He had a chance just now. He thought he could hit the head of the original forging, but in the end, his attack was blocked by the opponent's longsword in an incredible trajectory.
“Alright.” The leader of the original forging looked at Lin Qi and said. “Today’s sparring is over. Come with me. Kaul has been waiting for you for a long time.”
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Kaul stood silently in his laboratory.
His enormous body occupied about one-tenth of the space in the laboratory. This did not mean that the laboratory was small; on the contrary, it was already quite large. It was just that its owner was even larger, which is why it appeared so imposing.
The tentacles behind him began to move, one of which was equipped with a laser and moved forward until it arrived in front of a huge, classically styled power armor.
This power armor is unlike any other in the Empire's arsenal. It's not only larger, but also more exquisitely detailed—its surface is painted pearl white, and although it's power armor, it possesses a Terminator-like imposing and powerful appearance. On the shoulder armor, a lifelike tiger head emblem adds to the overall sense of menace.
Kaul's tentacles reached a hidden spot on the power armor, then a laser shot out, etching a line of small words onto its surface.
"Made by Kaul".
After carving the line of words, Kaul chuckled and began humming a lullaby to fill the empty time that followed.
Five minutes later, the laboratory hatch opened, and the Primal Forge Leader brought Lynch inside. The former immediately took a corner upon entering, while the latter, upon seeing the power armor, understood why Kaul had summoned him.
"Is this the one?"
Lynch's tone was filled with barely concealed excitement. He stepped forward, reached out a hand, and began to stroke the surface of the power armor.
He felt an indescribable sensation, along with a soul vibration from an unknown source, as if urging him to put it on quickly and experience the powerful force bestowed by technology.
"The machine spirit is excited."
A hint of surprise flashed in Caul's voice, followed by a hearty laugh.
"It likes you very much, and I believe you will get along very well."
Is it... a machine spirit?
Lynch exhaled, turned his head, and looked at Caul.