Bear School Astartes-Chapter 560 - 562. Going to War

Chapter 560: 562. Going to War
Lann still instinctively covered his shoulder socket where new flesh had grown.
He had cut into himself so deeply, so heart palpitations were inevitable, but Lann was used to it.
A Demon Hunter’s body doesn’t need to worry about bacterial infection with the support of Magic Potion, saving him a lot of trouble.
"I feel like I’ve gained a bit more strength now."
As Lann stood up, supporting himself with the ground, he spoke to Mentos in his mind.
"Does the effect of the Muscle Enhancement Organ show so quickly? Is this normal?"
The bio-brain immediately projected the main biochemical indicators, marking some in red.
"Muscle growth exceeds bone growth, so the enhancement process of regular Interstellar Warriors usually completes in a few months. Given your super high metabolic rate, even bone enhancement took under a year. Muscle enhancement could be completed in less than two months."
"But even so, what you feel now isn’t muscle growth but muscle engorgement under hormonal influence."
Mentos was right.
Lann hadn’t yet dressed, so his naked upper body revealed already developed muscles, visibly bulging, well-defined, and full.
He looked like he had just warmed up thoroughly.
Naturally, his body temperature had increased as it would after a thorough warm-up.
Estimating that for the duration of muscle development, he would maintain this state.
"Three surgeries have been completed."
Lann opened and closed his fist, feeling the contraction of muscle fibers, murmuring softly.
"The most direct combat enhancement surgeries for regular Interstellar Warriors are already completed. Although the remaining ones are impressive, they mostly enhance survival capacity and functionality."
"Yes sir, congratulations to you." Mentos congratulated him in a British accent, generously praising him.
He then presented the next issue.
"But now we must face a decision—do we continue with the regular Interstellar Warrior enhancement route, or take the Primaris Space Marine route?"
The additional three parts of the Primaris Space Marine surgery must follow immediately after the Muscle Enhancement Organ implantation, according to the memory process.
Regular Interstellar Warriors can also become Primaris Space Marines later.
This transformation is called ’crossing the Primaris boundary’ in memory.
However, a fully formed regular Interstellar Warrior attempting to cross the Primaris boundary is not an easy or simple task.
Even with the physique of Interstellar Warriors, the failure rate for this step is a high 61.6%. These superhuman warriors almost have to be ’skinned and deboned’ literally during this process.
And surgeries can sometimes take years due to their tough physique.
Time-consuming, labor-intensive, high risk.
"Let’s not consider these for now, Mentos."
Lann wiped scattered bloodstains on the ground while sipping on White Honey.
"How to perform the high-tech steps of Primaris surgery doesn’t depend on us but on this."
He said, patting the Anka Cross in his pocket.
"In the world of Ancient Greece, with the advanced level of the first civilization, I believe we can resolve our technical needs there... And whether we can return, and whether we can fully excavate the first civilization’s technology, requires help to see the result."
The research on the inter-world beacon has been entrusted to Margaret.
Unearthing the precursor’s leftover technology definitely needs Cassandra’s help too.
"First, let’s do what we can."
The Demon Hunter said, and the bio-brain agreed.
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The day after the surgery, Lann prepared to head south.
There, Niflgaard Empire and Sintra were at war, and only a few people knew how the battlefield had developed.
These people were the great nobles, kings, kings’ strategic advisors, or chiefs of kings’ intelligence.
Concerning the actual situation of the battlefield, apart from those present on the field, no one can spy on the reality itself.
The Niflgaard people seemed to have planned for a long time, and their spy system embarrassed the entire Northern Kingdom.
According to Margaret’s complaints, even in spy expertise, King Vizimir publicly scolded his intelligence chief Dikoschek for insensitivity.
This is a very dangerous signal for an intelligence director.
For decades, Northern Countries’ vigilance and attention towards the Southern Empire have been continuously increasing.
Ultimately, they lost the initiative, unable to compare with the Southern Empire’s long-planned research on Northern Countries.
Perhaps after this battle, Northern countries’ intelligence systems will divert considerable resources from their neighboring countries to the south.
But in this sudden war, within less than a month, they couldn’t do anything but watch the situation unfold.
Outside Gos Velen, Margaret, Belengar, and Shilton Giancardi came together to send off Lann.
The Female Warlock appeared still angry, knowing she couldn’t persuade Lann, and glaring fiercely at the young man even now.
It looked less like a farewell, more like saying ’go seek death if you can’t be persuaded!’
And just as Belengar predicted, the Female Warlock’s expression towards him and the Red-bearded Dwarves wasn’t good now.
Making him worry whether she’d throw a large Fireball after Lann left.
These people were Lann’s friends in Gos Velen, while Yuna and Fergus chose not to interfere, preferring not to let them worry.
"Just as we agreed."
Lann stood before Margaret, earnestly promising.
"After I pull my friends from the battlefield, I’ll immediately return. This is a war of mutual annexation, mutual struggle between nobles, like dogs biting dogs, I won’t get deeply involved."
Despite her fierce expression, Margaret’s gaze revealed concern with the nearing separation.
"Heh, better be."
Despite still speaking coldly, Margaret couldn’t help but hug him before unceremoniously departing.
Lann set off, bringing Bopai along. When he removed his armor, the Codwin Warhorse could carry him for a while.
After watching him leave, the three trudged through mud, heading back within Gos Velen’s walls.
Margaret kept distant from the other two, making Belengar and Shilton’s expressions awkward.
Upon entering the city, a Messenger with an eagle feather on his fur hat emerged from the bustling crowd, heading directly to the Female Warlock.
Belengar and Shilton didn’t find this abnormal.
This is a city thriving on Airetusa’s prosperity, where the Female Warlock’s influence is everywhere.
Half of the messengers bustling in the city serve the academy; a perfectly normal scene.
Margaret took a letter from the anxious Messenger, and with a flash of magical light, the envelope opened automatically.
Soon, Belengar first saw the Female Warlock’s face turn deathly pale.
Even the slow-witted Red-bearded Dwarf shouted in surprise.
"By the plague! Honorable miss, your face looks..."
Like a dead person.
The paper drifted to the ground, hurriedly written with some battle .
Belengar’s untrained eyes only caught one sentence—
"The Niflgaard people slaughtered Sintra City! They slaughtered everyone in town! Every single one!"
So Belengar understood why Margaret’s face looked dreadful.
Because she realized, and from this understanding grasped one thing.
The man she cared about, who had just left, the distinctive Demon Hunter, from now on...
He was already caught in the war.