Warhammer: From the Devouring C'tan Fragments

Time flies by like an arrow. In the blink of an eye, twenty-four hours pass by again.

At this point, the body strengthening potion injection process for all Astartes Space Marines has been successfully completed.

With a crisp "squeak," the door of the enhanced chamber slowly opened. For a moment, a thick white fog filled the entire laboratory hall, completely obscuring the vision of Nak and the other two.

A few seconds later, the thick white mist began to dissipate. At that moment, Azrael, like an arrow from a bow, was the first to burst out of the reinforced cabin.

"Hahahaha! Now I have become even stronger!"

Azrael's laughter, full of pride and arrogance, exploded in the empty laboratory, like bursts of muffled thunder, deafening.

Nak and the other three turned their eyes to Azriel, only to see that his figure had undergone an amazing change. His height had soared to two meters and eight, and his figure looked even more sturdy and powerful than before.

"Could it be... this is the extremely powerful force?" Azriel muttered to himself, while slowly clenching his fists.

In an instant, all the muscles in his body tensed up and entangled with each other, like pieces of tightly connected and indestructible armor, firmly attached to his body, emitting a suffocating and terrifying pressure.

"Hahahaha! Such a powerful feeling, it's simply indescribable!"

The Astartes' heroic and unrestrained laughter rose one after another, echoing in the huge laboratory hall for a long time without stopping.

These Astartes were straining their nerves to adapt to bodies that had become unfamiliar due to the sudden surge of power. The sudden, surging feeling of power, like a tidal wave, seemed to threaten to break through the dam of reason and completely submerge them.

Every cell was cheering and every nerve was trembling with excitement, making all the Astartes fall into a state of extreme excitement like a lit powder keg.

However, this state of theirs will not last long, even though they are now dominated by powerful forces.

But as long as these Space Marines, who have been tempered and rigorously trained, can calm their minds and calm their inner turmoil, they will be able to regain control of themselves and return to their former calmness and composure within an hour.

At this moment, Azrael, anxious and terrified, rushed to Wells like a flash of lightning. He stared with wide eyes and asked anxiously:

"Dean Wells, how much has my strength improved?"

There was an irrepressible anticipation and nervousness in his voice. Azrael did not want his achievements to be lower than those of Tiberius and to be suppressed by Tiberius all the time.

Wells calmly lowered his head, his eyes falling on the personal terminal in his hand. He skillfully operated the interface and quickly called up Azriel's latest physical data.

After checking Azrael's data, Wells raised his head and looked at Azrael, who was anxiously waiting for an answer, with calm eyes. He slowly spoke:

"According to the current data, your physical indicators have increased fourfold compared to before entering the enhanced chamber. Congratulations, Azrael. The results you have achieved are truly astonishing."

"Only four times?"

Azriel, who was originally immersed in excitement, felt as if he was struck by a bolt from the blue after hearing Wells' words. It felt like an extremely heavy stick hit him hard on the head!

In an instant, the strong sense of expansion that had just surged in his heart receded quickly like the tide and disappeared without a trace.

Azriel knew very well that his strength was far inferior to that of the powerful Tiberus.

And now, he finally had the chance to increase his strength by injecting body-strengthening potions. He thought he could use this to narrow the gap with Tiberius, or even overtake him.

But he never expected that the improvement he got after the injection was far lower than that of Tiberus. This was undoubtedly a blow to Azriel and completely shattered his previous beautiful fantasy.

At this moment, Azriel felt that his mood had suddenly plummeted from the clouds to the bottom of the valley, and his heart was filled with endless loss and frustration.

Wells, who was standing aside, looked quietly at Azriel who looked lonely in front of him, then turned to look at Argento who was slowly walking towards him.

When Argento came closer, Wells once again carefully checked the effects achieved by all the Astartes Space Marines after being injected with body-strengthening potions.

Finally, he raised his head, glanced at Azrael, Argento, and the others, and slowly spoke:

"Yes, four times. Both of you, Azrael and Argento, will receive a fourfold increase.

As for the others, their gains were only tripled or doubled. But honestly, this is already quite good. After all, the effects of this body-strengthening potion itself are limited.

When Argento heard the data reported by Wells, a hint of disappointment inevitably appeared on his face, which had originally been filled with some expectation.

Indeed, compared with Tiberius's astonishing five-fold increase, his four-fold growth does seem a little insufficient.

However, despite this, for Argento, being able to successfully enhance his strength this time is still a happy thing.

Argento adjusted his mindset, hiding his disappointment deep in his heart, and instead greeted this hard-earned power boost with a joyful smile:

"It's okay. For me, a four-fold increase in strength is already pretty good."

Wells looked at Argento, who was smiling, and couldn't help but praise him:

"It seems that you are much stronger than Azrael. You haven't been overwhelmed by the sudden power you have gained, and you have been able to remain calm."

"If I get it, I'm lucky. If I lose it, I'm doomed." Argento's tone was extremely calm. He didn't act as badly as Azriel. This was due to the different personalities of the two people.

"Clap, clap, clap!" Nak clapped his hands at the crowd. After attracting the attention of all the excited Astartes, he spoke to them:

"Well, now that you've completed the injection of the body strengthening potion, it's time for me to take you out of here."

"Yes." Everyone roared in response to Nak.

"I'll take them away first." Nak said to Wells on the side.

"Go!" Wells waved casually at Knack.