bayedsolid Chapter 530 Emperor-class battleship?
Chapter 530 Emperor-class battleship?
After a brief thought, Tiberus realized that what the medical robot said made perfect sense. Even a Space Marine with such a strong willpower would be tortured to madness by undergoing surgery to repair 80% of the body.
Tiberus asked anxiously again, "How long will it take for him to wake up?" His voice revealed an anxiety and concern that was difficult to conceal.
The medical robot stared blankly at the monitoring data and replied calmly, "Sir, please be patient. The drug will last about ten minutes, and he should be awake by then."
Hearing this definitive answer, Tiberus felt a sense of relief. He nodded gratefully and whispered to the medical robot, "Thank you very much!"
Then he stopped talking and stood silently in the middle of the medical room, staring at Kurland who was unconscious on the bed, hoping that he would wake up as soon as possible.
Time passed minute by minute, and finally, the ten-minute deadline was up. Kurland's tightly closed eyes trembled slightly, then slowly opened, his eyes dazed and confused.
He had just woken up and felt very unfamiliar with the surrounding environment. His mind was in a mess. He had no idea why he was here, let alone what had happened before.
When he realized that he was not in the Dreadnought, but lying on a hospital bed, all the injuries on his body had been completely healed.
Kurland was shocked beyond words when he found out that such a serious injury could be repaired. He stroked his body, which was once covered with scars but now smooth as new, in disbelief, his eyes full of astonishment.
Faced with Kurland's doubts and confusion, the people surrounding his bed patiently explained the whole story to him. After a detailed explanation, Kurland gradually understood the whole incident and finally accepted the ecstatic fact that he had recovered.
Seeing that Kurland had regained consciousness and was fine, Tiberus, who had been waiting nearby, immediately turned to the medical robot and gave it an order: "Quick! Immediately treat the other severely injured senior members of the Chapter! They can't delay any longer!"
After receiving the order, the medical robot took quick action and engaged in the intense rescue work in an orderly manner.
Two full days and two nights passed. Thanks to the tireless efforts of several medical robots, pharmacists, and apprentices, the only five remaining senior members of the Carcharodon Regiment were all successfully rescued from the Dreadnoughts by the medical robots.
These warriors, who were once on the verge of death and could only rely on the life-support devices in their fearless mechas to stay alive, have finally completely escaped the threat of death and regained hope of life.
The atmosphere in the bridge of the magnificent Emperor-class battleship of the Carcharodon Regiment was particularly solemn and depressing.
Tiberus, the Chapter Master of the Carcharodon, was sitting in the center of the bridge. He was surrounded by a group of battle-hardened core members, including the Think Tank El, company commanders, priests, technical sergeants, and highly skilled pharmacists. They all accompanied Tiberus respectfully.
In the center of the Carcharodon Regiment's officers' area, five extremely tall and powerful Space Marines were surrounded by a crowd.
These five Space Marines are no ordinary characters, they have all served in crucial positions in the Carcharodon Chapter. Some are Chapter Masters with outstanding military exploits, some are First Company Captains with outstanding strength, and some are Chapter Champions, etc. It can be said that each of them possesses an incomparable lofty status and are all respected former officers.
"Could it be... Could it be that you have actually betrayed the great empire now?!"
The former Chapter Master Garland was furious, his face flushed red, and his eyes were blazing as he stared at Tiberus and the others in front of him, not trying to hide the rage and resentment surging in his heart.
Kurland and his group standing behind Garland were aggressive and glared at Tiberus and his companions with eyes full of anger and disappointment.
Faced with such harsh questioning and accusations from Garland, Tiberus couldn't help but look bitter.
He slowly raised his head, met Garland's angry eyes, and then explained in a low and helpless tone:
"The situation was extremely critical. If we had not chosen to surrender and pledge our loyalty to the great Star Lord, the entire Carcharodon Regiment would have faced annihilation."
"So what if the entire Carcharodon Regiment is wiped out? Serving the great God-Emperor is what we should do." Garland looked at Tiberus and others with anger.
"But if we don't surrender, you won't be cured by the medical robots and completely escape the torture of the Dreadnoughts." El responded to Garland timidly.
"Even if we continue to be mercilessly tortured by the Dreadnoughts, enduring both physical and mental pain, it is better than waking up one morning and discovering the cruel reality that the entire chapter has betrayed the great Empire!"
Kurland's face was full of anger. He stared at El in front of him with wide eyes, roared angrily, and accused him mercilessly.
Tiberus's face was gloomy, and he spoke slowly: "If we had chosen to fight to the end and refused to surrender, we would not have everything we have now." His voice was low and powerful, as if every word weighed a thousand pounds.
Hearing this, Garland's anger erupted like a volcano. He glared at Tiberus with gritted teeth and roared:
"Didn't you just heal those damn injuries for us? Do you think you'd make us betray our loyalty to the Empire just for this little favor? Humph, I'd rather my wounds never heal than commit such a shameless act!"
A trace of helplessness and bitterness appeared on El's face. He sighed softly and responded in a low voice, "But if we had resolutely refused to surrender, how could we have obtained that extremely powerful Emperor-class battleship and used it as the flagship of our chapter?
Not only that, it would be impossible for us to obtain large quantities of high-quality, finely crafted power armor and various advanced weapons and equipment. Even the opportunity to strengthen our own strength would be shattered..."
"Even an Emperor-class battleship can't shake my loyalty to the Empire!" Kurland shouted angrily. But just as he finished speaking, he suddenly realized something and froze for a moment. Then he exclaimed in disbelief, "What? An Emperor-class battleship?"