Bear School Astartes-Chapter 91. Deep Memory Dive

On the night in the inn, Alia hadn’t slept in a bed for a long time along this journey, so she quickly fell into a daze after dinner and finally drifted into a deep sleep.

Meanwhile, Lann also placed his armor and longsword aside, took a conflicted look at the bedboard, sighed, and lay down on the bed.

For him now, daily sleep is more a form of overload training than rest.

"Hope to get something good this time."

The Demon Hunter lay on the bed in the inn, rubbing his cheeks hard with his hand.

"Phew! Let’s begin, Mentos."

The intelligent voice in his brain responded: "Memory leak initiated, current intensity - Level 1."

The slit pupils in his cat eyes instantly contracted, first engulfing his vision in darkness, then a sudden explosion of light...

Stars are dying!

The core of a planet was disintegrated before his eyes by a whirlwind torpedo!

Due to intense reactions, the magma beneath the surface and the planet’s core underwent electron-level energy transitions, and the light burst was even more dazzling than the sun!

Yet Lann’s memory perspective had no time for such trivial matters.

Inside the helmet integrated with the Astartes combat UI, his long-trained breathing flowed calm and deep.

Before his eyes, in the steel corridors of the ship, the scarlet blood was deep enough to drown a mortal’s ankles.

Whether it was the drainage facilities being damaged, unable to cope, or fragmented flesh clogging the drains, was unknown.

He’d seen this enemy before in earlier memories: muscular, green-skinned bodies, great ape-like wide mouths, and tusks rising skyward from those mouths.

Orc Beastmen.

—A bunch of inexplicable, crazy creatures who could laugh even with half their brains hacked off.

This memory perspective was different from previous ones.

He held neither overwhelming firearms nor melee weapons, only a pistol that appeared quite ordinary.

Even if this pistol’s length exceeded that of a mortal’s forearm.

But Lann, having immersed himself several times in the explosive gun firing experience, still felt this item lacked power.

Though its design was far more aesthetically pleasing than an explosive gun...

His other hand was equipped with something akin to an impact drill.

As a weapon, Lann was skeptical.

Based on the weapon styles in his memories, it was a bit too elegant.

"The orc attack is weakening, they’re preparing for the next wave! Declan, retrieve the gene seeds now! Quickly!"

The organized order echoed in the memory perspective helmet.

The memory’s owner straightforwardly replied, "Yes."

In the steel corridor, the amount of ammunition fired per second weighed no less than a hundred kilograms!

But both the memory owner and the commander considered this situation a "weakened attack" state.

The memory’s owner moved nimbly and gracefully within the steel corridor filled with gunfire and bullets.

This was a curious feeling.

You could distinctly feel your body, armored, approaching two tons in weight. Yet under the memory owner’s footsteps, it strangely felt light as a feather.

This guy was even "blown away" by the air wave of a flying explosive earlier!

This level of control over footsteps and balance might elude a mortal for a lifetime.

But Lann remained unfazed.

He’s a diligent person, swimming through this chaotic memory spanning over ten thousand years every day since inoculating the gene seed.

Here the memory owner was tougher than the next.

Using pure swordsmanship to mislead explosive bomb fuses and then returning them, he’d seen several already!

Damn, those things counted as small missiles, right!

Of course, these memories hadn’t offered Lann significant gains.

Even though the memory owners’ combat artistry was indeed incredibly high, it was so high that Lann couldn’t even memorize it.

His foundational skills weren’t sufficient to understand.

If attempting to trace foundational instructions through memory linkage starting from an action, he’d be overwhelmed by memories far beyond his brain cells’ capacity.

So at most, it served to broaden his knowledge and horizon.

The memory’s owner approached the body of a fallen comrade amidst the dance-like movement.

On his hand, the drill-like equipment pressed into the deceased companion’s side and began to "buzz" in operation.

The thick ceramic armor was pierced, followed by electronic muscle bundles and actual muscles...

At this point, Lann suddenly felt a surge of excitement.

"I thought it looked familiar... this is a Pharmacist!"

He knew of the "Pharmacist" role from other memory commonalities but truly saw one for the first time.

Upon the drill’s jab into flesh, the tactile sensation of the Interstellar Warrior’s tight and powerful muscle fibers triggered a memory.

In this memory, information on these muscle tissues surfaced.

[Enhancement Surgery Phase Three - Implant Muscle Enhancement Organs]

In the memory’s imagery, an entire process of a precise and elegant organ implant surgery was drawn out.

It seemed the Interstellar Warrior had to undergo an adaptation phase during each enhancement surgery.

Hence, the memory wouldn’t flood in all at once during its emergence.

A surgery equated to the knowledge of one surgery.

"Mentos, squeeze out some computing power! These memories need to be preserved as priority!"

Lann was quite excited, knowing that as long as he persevered, he was sure to retrieve something valuable from this ten-thousand-year ocean of memory.

But he hadn’t expected to gain so much so soon!

Although the Pharmacist seemed somewhat lacking professionally, not obtaining the process of creating enhancement organs, the surgical procedure alone was already precious.

And if Lann’s calculations were correct, during this gene seed retrieval process, he could at least extract another memory.

Breaking through muscles, there remain bones blocking the way.

Sure enough, as Lann expected, when the drill pierced the bones, he was surprised to find the Interstellar Warrior’s ribcage had completely expanded and merged.

Forming a gigantic bone plate!

The internal thoracic cavity no longer featured a hollow skeletal structure but resembled a semi-enclosed bony box!

[Enhancement Surgery Phase Two - Implant Skeletal Enhancement Device]

Lann was pleased with the harvest from this memory journey.

Up to this point, it could count as his largest gain from diving into the ocean of memory several times.

The already pooling blood on the ground deepened further; hot shell casings dropped into it, creating a burst of bloody steam due to the heat.

"Declan, their assault has advanced! Truly a group of savage enthusiasts, you must speed up too!"

"Understood!"

By this time, Lann felt this memory might soon come to an end.

Though the battle’s brutality took Lann aback, the memory owner’s precise emotional control meant Lann’s emotions didn’t sway.

The Sons of the Emperor seemed to strive for perfection even in combat.

Abandoning rage and forsaking sorrow, dissecting battlefield conditions with surgical precision, then instructively guiding and executing flawlessly to cement victory.

But just as Lann prepared to withdraw his thoughts, a new surprise abruptly emerged.

"I’m sorry, my brother."

The Pharmacist murmured calmly inside his helmet, then drastically altered the rigor earlier shown while wielding the drill.

He began to significantly thrust it into his comrade’s corpse.

The pressing of the battle urged him to abandon the idea of keeping the comrade’s corpse presentable.

Awkward angles directly led to the drill puncturing a heart in the thoracic cavity, driving straight for the gene seed storage location!

And at this moment, Lann received new knowledge.

[Enhancement Surgery Phase One - Implant the Second Heart]