MM Racing Chapter 31 Immunity to Corruption
Chapter 31 Immunity to Corruption
"Qin Mo."
"Qin Mo..." Brod murmured to himself.
Strangely enough, the pronunciation of this name sounds somewhat like the names of the brothers in the White Scars Warband.
The Space Marines with white scars mostly come from Mondas, and their names are quite different from those of other chapters—short, powerful, and reminiscent of grasslands and horseback riding.
Although the name Qin Mo is not exactly the same, the concise and neat feeling is indeed somewhat similar.
However, the thought was fleeting. Brod quickly refocused his attention on what was most important at the moment.
To restore the body.
Brod took a deep breath.
Inside the stone coffin, a complex expression appeared on the aged face: anticipation, trepidation, a hint of embarrassment, and an undisguised joy.
"Brother Qin Mo."
Brod's voice trembled slightly.
"Then I'll leave it to you."
"Now that you're ready, let's begin."
Qin Mo raised his right hand, palm facing up.
A golden halo slowly appeared in his palm; it was a projection of the Golden Wheel of Merit.
As the halo rotated, countless fine runes darted and flowed through the golden light like swimming fish, each rune carrying a wisp of pure creative power.
The surrounding space wolves all took a half step back in unison.
Hogan's pupils suddenly contracted.
His Soul Eye, the inner sense that could only perceive fluctuations in the warp, froze him completely at the sight it was seeing.
That golden light...
It is not the power of the subspace.
Absolutely not.
The power of the subspace, no matter how it is disguised or purified, will always present a unique "texture" in the eyes of the soul.
Chaotic, fluid, and ever-changing textures, like a vortex.
That is the manifestation of the nature of subspace, which cannot be concealed or eliminated.
However, the golden light in Qin Mo's palm had no patterns.
Hogan had never seen such power before.
Throughout his long career as a rune priest, he has witnessed hundreds of manifestations of psionic energy.
But no other psychic power possesses such pure order. Perhaps the Emperor did, but he had never seen it with his own eyes.
What is this? He didn't know.
"Don't blink."
Qin Mo said it casually.
The next instant, golden light surged.
A dazzling golden beam of light shot into the sky from Qin Mo's palm and then precisely entered the stone coffin part of the fearless mech.
Golden runes began to appear on every inch of the Dreadnought's armor.
The patterns spread out along the structural lines of the mecha, densely covering the entire surface of the mecha, and then contracted inward.
It all converged on Brod's mangled body.
What happened inside the stone coffin was something that people outside couldn't see.
But they can hear it.
A strange sound came from inside the stone coffin.
Brod let out a muffled groan.
It wasn't a painful groan; the feeling was far more indescribable than pain.
It was a shock of... the feeling of losing five hundred years returning in an instant.
He could feel his bones reforming.
Then come blood vessels and nerves.
He could feel his toes moving.
Five hundred years.
His toes were moving.
Broad's eyes welled up with tears.
He didn't even have time to feel ashamed of this "undignified" situation, because then, a flood of other feelings rushed back to him.
skin.
New skin grows and covers the outer layers of muscle and fat.
Then, Brod realized something that shocked him the most.
In the subcutaneous tissue, a hard, shell-like structure is growing rapidly.
Black shell.
The Space Marine's unique subcutaneous implant, the seventeenth gene seed organ.
It grows between the skin and muscles, serving as both an extra layer of protective armor and a neural interface between the Space Marine and the power armor.
Only Space Marines with a complete black shell can truly wear power armor, directly connecting to the power armor's mechanical nervous system through neural interfaces within the black shell, making the power armor an extension of their body.
Brod's black armor was severely damaged in the battle five hundred years ago; the lower half of his armor was completely lost, and less than 30% of the upper half remained.
And now, the shell is growing.
Brod could clearly feel that the newly formed black carapace was denser and tougher than his original one.
The number of neural interfaces in his shell is at least 30% higher than normal, which means that his connection with the power armor will be stronger and his reaction speed will be faster.
The entire reshaping process lasted approximately three minutes.
Three minutes is considered a bit slow by cultivators.
But for the task of completely rebuilding the body of a Space Marine who was reduced to only an upper body, three minutes was nothing short of a miracle.
The golden light gradually faded away.
Qin Mo withdrew his right hand.
His face remained calm, but upon closer inspection, one could notice that his breathing was slightly more rapid than before.
The cost of 3000 merit points still pained him somewhat.
[Body reconstruction complete. Target: Brod Frostwolf. Reconstruction rating: S-rank.]
【重塑效果详情：躯体完整度恢复至100%。肌肉密度提升47%。骨骼强度提升52%。神经传导速度提升61%。心肺功能提升44%。黑色甲壳完整度恢复至100%，甲壳密度提升38%，神经接口数量提升33%。】
[Special Effect: Merit-Based Golden Body (Passive) – A body reshaped by the power of merit naturally carries trace amounts of residual merit power, making it completely immune to subspace corruption. This effect is permanent and cannot be dispelled, suppressed, or stripped.]
Qin Mo glanced at the panel and raised an eyebrow slightly.
Completely immune to subspace corrosion?
This was an unexpected surprise.
He was about to tell Broad the news.
[System suggestion: The host should not inform Broad and his companions of the information regarding "immunity to chaotic corruption" for the time being.]
Qin Mo frowned slightly: "Why?"
The reason is as follows: In the current empire's cognitive framework, a high degree of resistance to Chaos Corruption is not necessarily considered a positive trait.
The Imperial Inquisition, especially the Inquisition of Heresy, has long maintained a high degree of vigilance against any unusual resistance to chaos.
In their logic, an individual's extraordinary resistance to the corruption of chaos might indicate that they have somehow established a deep connection with the warp, a connection that is itself a manifestation of heresy.
[Recommendation: Keep this information confidential for now. Reveal it at an appropriate time after the host has established sufficient influence and voice within the empire.]
Qin Mo remained silent for a moment.
He didn't know much about the Imperial Inquisition; most of his information came from the memories of the Astronaut soldiers he had previously read using the Soul Search technique.
But even with just those fragmented memories, he already had a general impression of the court's style of operation.
A group of paranoid, delusional people who would rather kill the innocent than let the guilty go free.
Moreover, they wield the power of life and death, and are virtually unrestrained.
In his world, such people have a special name—"Taoist Hounds and Lackeys".
Qin Mo had dealt with this kind of person a lot in his previous life and knew their way of thinking well: the more "special" you are, the more they think you have a problem.
You have resistance to demons? That must be because you made some kind of deal with demons. You are immune to the corruption of demons? Then you must be one of the demons yourself.
The logic is utterly absurd, yet they have the power to put this absurd logic into practice.