Warhammer: From the Devouring C'tan Fragments

"So high?" Nak, Argento, Azriel and others all looked at Wells in shock. They didn't expect that Tiberus' strength had increased so much.

"Perfectly absorbed the body strengthening potion? Have I really achieved this?"

After listening to Wells' detailed explanation, Tiberius couldn't help but feel astonished.

He slowly lowered his head, staring at his slightly trembling hands, his heart filled with disbelief. Before this, he had never imagined that this body strengthening surgery would bring him such amazing benefits.

"That's right! Normally, when you inject a body-strengthening potion, the physical value you can increase is only about twice as much.

Even under the most ideal conditions, it can only reach five times, but there are almost no people who can reach this level. After all, this kind of thing is only a low-probability event.

Yet, who could have predicted that Tiberius would be able to absorb the body-strengthening potion so perfectly? This undoubtedly fully demonstrates that his body's natural talents are simply perfect."

Wells stared at the data displayed on the screen of the personal terminal in his hand, his face flushed with excitement, and his voice trembled with excitement. While he explained loudly to the people around him, he kept pointing his finger at the jaw-dropping data.

Nak and others couldn't help but feel a headache when they looked at the dense numbers on the personal terminal in Wells' hand. It was really difficult for a group of reckless people to understand the experimental data.

Although the Space Marines' modified bodies have memory and quick thinking abilities beyond the imagination of ordinary people, not everyone is Guilliman, who can think about various things while fighting.

"Hurry...hurry! Inject the body-strengthening potion into me immediately!"

Azriel, who was standing by, witnessed the amazing changes in Tiberus and could no longer suppress his inner eagerness. His face was full of anxiety and he couldn't wait to shout at Wells.

At this moment, not only Azrael showed such impatience, all the Astartes warriors present had shining eyes and eager expressions on their faces, and their gazes were all focused on Wells.

Obviously, they were all envious of Tiberius's great success and wanted to receive injections of body-strengthening potions immediately to become even stronger.

Seeing this, Wells shook his head helplessly and glanced at the group of rough men in front of him with ferocious faces and fanatical eyes.

He knew very well that discussing complex experimental data with these guys who only cared about becoming stronger was simply a pipe dream.

Wells silently gave up the idea of ​​communicating with them about Tiberius's achievements and instead focused his attention on the personal terminal in his hand.

As he operated skillfully, the rows of neatly arranged body enhancement cabins in the laboratory began to start slowly, and the cabin doors opened automatically one by one.

Wells watched these impatient Astartes expressionlessly, and in a calm tone, he warned them:

"I believe you all already understand the specific process of injecting the body-strengthening potion. Just follow the steps that Tiberius has gone through before."

Hearing this, the Astartes were like chicken blood, excitedly shouting in unison: "Yes!"

Then, they rushed straight to the nearest body enhancement cabin like wild horses, fearing that they would fall behind others.

Although there were enough body enhancement chambers in the laboratory, after witnessing the amazing transformation of Tiberus due to the enhancement, these Astartes who usually called each other brothers instantly forgot the so-called brotherhood, and no one wanted to fall behind others.

At this moment, all they have in their eyes is an endless desire for powerful strength. They just want to strengthen themselves faster and become more powerful.

After Wells and all the other Astartes entered the body strengthening cabin, they controlled the cabin again on their personal terminals. The cabin slowly closed under Wells' control and began to inject body strengthening drugs into these Astartes.

When all the Astartes began to inject the strengthening potion, the entire hall fell into silence. Nak walked slowly and steadily to the side of Tiberus.

He raised his eyebrows slightly, looked him up and down, and asked softly, "How do you feel?"

After going through the agonizing adaptation process of the first few minutes, Tiberus finally gradually gained control of the surging power brought about by the injection of the body-strengthening potion.

At this moment, Tiberus's face was flushed, as if his blood was boiling. Facing Nak's question, Tiberus could not hide his excitement, and a confident smile spread across his face:

"It's fantastic! At this moment, I'm even better than when I first became a Space Marine.

I have never felt such a powerful force filling my body, as if every cell in my body is cheering for joy. Even if the Primarch appeared before me, I firmly believe that I have enough strength to defeat him!

However, at this moment, Wells' voice shattered the brief joyful atmosphere. As a rigorous researcher, he adhered to a pragmatic attitude and mercilessly poured a bucket of cold water on Tiberius:

"Don't be so naive. This is merely an illusion caused by the sudden surge in your physical strength. With your current abilities, you are at best on par with Guilliman, a cloned copy.

To truly defeat those Primarchs who possess the essence of the Warp is simply a fantasy!"

"Ugh!" Both Taberos and Nak looked at Wells speechlessly. They didn't expect that Wells would pour cold water on Taberos' head when Taberos was happiest.

Nak naturally had the same illusion that Tiberus had just had. When the body suddenly becomes extremely powerful but the mind fails to keep up, it will produce the illusion that it is invincible. After a period of adaptation, this illusion will naturally disappear.

"I understand this truth, and I would like to thank Dean Wells for his help in making me so powerful."

Although Wells poured cold water directly on Taberos' head, Taberos was still extremely grateful for Wells' help. Without Wells' help, he would not have become so powerful.

Wells waved his hand nonchalantly: "No need to thank me. If you want to thank someone, thank Gray and the others. They recommended you here. Otherwise, I wouldn't have provided you with the body strengthening potion."