"Who are you? Where is this place?" Tahier, who had regained consciousness, quickly jumped up and assumed a defensive stance against the Inquisitor speaking in front of him.
However, as soon as his feet touched the ground, Tahier realized something was wrong, because his perspective was clearly much higher than before, and the Inquisitor standing in front of him looked like a dwarf!
This was very unusual, although a Space Marine's physique, due to skeletal reinforcement modifications, reached a height of over two meters.
But this height, while tall for ordinary people of the Imperium, was not excessively so.
Normally, an average Imperial citizen would reach his shoulder or chest; while there was a difference, it wasn't ridiculously large.
However, the Inquisitor in front of him…
Tahier judged that he should be around 1.8 meters tall, but the other person, when standing upright, clearly only reached below his chest!
This was too abnormal! Unless he was standing on a high platform, such a significant height difference with the other party was impossible!
However, Tahier was very sure that he was not wearing Power Armor at the moment, and he was on the same level ground as the other party, so such a huge height difference was impossible!
Moreover, Tahier clearly remembered that he had been severely wounded before losing consciousness, not only with his chest and abdomen pierced, but also his right arm completely lost.
But now, all his limbs were intact!
(O'Neal is 2.16 meters tall. The picture basically shows the height comparison between an Astartes and an ordinary person, there is a difference, but it's not exaggerated.)
(Comparison between the world's tallest person at 2.74 meters and O'Neal. Add another foot to the ruler next to him, and that's the height of a Primaris Astartes.)
"I am Inquisitor Luka, Lord of the Pacification Order. My Throne Agent discovered you and your companions; we saved you." As Luka spoke, he also gestured for him to look around.
Around them, several large beds were laid out, with other Weepers lying on them.
"We found a total of eight individuals. One of them was too severely injured, so we could only inter him in a Dreadnought sarcophagus. The seven of you were still salvageable, so we treated you." Luka explained, then added, "However, because your limbs were severely incomplete, we had to use some special techniques during the treatment process. This might have brought about some changes in you, for example…"
"My height?" Tahier seemed to understand what was going on.
"Yes, you should be ten feet tall now, much taller than your original body. At the same time, your physical strength and recovery ability have been greatly enhanced. Compared to before, you can easily crush your former self's bones." Luka was not joking; a Primaris Astartes could indeed easily crush the wrist or bones of an old Space Marine.
Tahier did not feel excited or thrilled; instead, he adopted a highly guarded stance, and even a hint of anger showed on his face: "This is blasphemy! Even if you are an Inquisitor, you cannot modify an Astartes!
This is blasphemy and betrayal against the God-Emperor! This is heresy! You have violated the codex astartes!"
"With all due respect, when Guilliman wrote the codex, he didn't seem to say that Astartes could not be modified." Luka did not mind the attitude of the Weeper in front of him; instead, he continued to explain kindly: "Moreover, the technology I used is not some heretical technique. On the contrary, this technology was developed ten thousand years ago by a Mechanical Sage on Mars, personally commissioned by Guilliman."
Luka's explanation did not make Tahier lower his guard, and as the two of them conversed, the other Astartes also gradually woke up.
"Tahier, are you alright? We survived? Where is this? He is…" A waking Weeper looked at Tahier, a smile still on his face, but upon seeing Luka confronting him, he immediately entered a defensive state: "An Inquisitor? What's going on?"
The other Weepers also gathered around Tahier at this time. Although they did not approve of conflicting with an Inquisitor, at such a moment, what they could do was to provide as much support as possible to their brother, while also trying to prevent him from making an impulsive move.
After all, no matter what, the Weepers were still a Chapter in atonement. If they were to do something to an Inquisitor again, that Chapter could truly be expunged.
"He performed bio-modification on us; this is a desecration of the codex astartes." Tahier quickly explained the situation to his other battle-brothers and why he was maintaining caution towards this Inquisitor.
The others immediately looked at Luka with hostile eyes, clearly viewing the modification of Astartes as a highly taboo act in the Imperium.
If discovered by an Astartes Chapter, it usually would not end well.
Even for an Inquisitor, the Chapter would argue fiercely, and even resort to force to resolve matters that clearly crossed the line.
For example, making a certain Inquisitor who overstepped literally disappear.
But Luka clearly wasn't worried about what these seven freshly minted Primaris Astartes might do to him. After all, there was no Librarian among them, and facing a Psyker of no low rank, seven Astartes without even weapons or equipment, even if they were Primaris, were still not enough.
Luka merely snapped his fingers, and psychic spells had already bound the seven Astartes.
"A Psyker?!" One of the Weepers clearly recognized that Luka was using psychic powers and immediately tried to break free with brute force.
He had succeeded in doing this once before, using sheer will and brute force to push through the power unleashed by a newly awakened Psyker, rushing forward to kill him.
He was now attempting to replicate what he had done before; even without a weapon, it would be effortless for an Astartes to snap a mortal's neck with his strength.
But his struggle was destined to be futile.
"It seems you won't listen to explanations for a while, so I'll just have someone else explain to you." Luka was a bit helpless; he wasn't a master orator whose every spit was a splash of ink painting, and he didn't have the power to persuade others with words, so he could only call for external help: "Mephiston, it seems you'll still need to speak with them."
As Luka called out, Mephiston, who had been waiting for a long time, walked in from outside, looking at the seven three-meter-tall hulking figures in front of him, and couldn't help but show a surprised expression.
"Brothers of the Weepers, please calm your anger for a moment. Some things are not as you imagine." Mephiston voluntarily dispelled the psychic power Luka used to restrain the seven Weepers, and then used his own power to soothe their emotions.
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