Treatment

In other camps, the best outcome for these severely wounded men would have been immediate execution, rather than wasting incomparably precious medicine on such futile efforts.

In this universe, everything was for maximum efficiency.

"Gather Shadow Kill. I'll use their heads to honor our fallen brothers!" Sandman said, his face as frosty as ice, as though speaking to himself.

"Yes, my lord." Nekser's cold reply came from the shadows.

There was not the slightest emotional fluctuation in that voice, only the pure intent of death.

Nekser had once been an infamous murderer on Lycaeus. By chance, Sandman had saved him, and he had eventually become Sandman's shadow.

In the original history, he had been the foremost assassination elite of the Raven Guard during the Great Crusade and Horus Heresy, earning the title Blood Raven in the Raven Guard's brutal shadow wars.

Shadow Kill was an assassination unit secretly formed by Sandman. Its hundred members had been carefully selected from a camp of several thousand, specifically tasked with dealing with those who posed a threat to the camp...

It was no wonder Korax had chosen to overthrow the Mechanicus Guild's rulers on Lycaeus through guerrilla warfare, infiltration, and assassination.

Lycaeus simply lacked the conditions to establish a legion for a frontal war. With the Industrial World Kiavahr at their backs, the defenders of the Mining World could easily wear down every rebel to death.

Countless rebellions had occurred over the years, and all of them had ultimately ended in failure.

That was why Sandman had formed such a force. It was small, but its strength lay in its elite quality.

"Brother, I'm sorry. I shouldn't have run around everywhere." Ephrenia looked uneasily at Sandman, whose face seemed capable of freezing the moisture in the air into ice, with a somewhat bewildered Number Nineteen beside her.

The foolish girl still thought her willfulness had caused all this trouble...

"This has nothing to do with you. Go back for now. Number Nineteen, stay here and live with us in the camp."

"Number Nineteen sounds too awkward. I'll give you a name—Korax. What do you think?" Sandman sent Ephrenia away directly, then turned all his attention to the young Primarch before him.

This was the first time he had carefully examined the Primarch, who was now only half as tall as him.

Unlike the grown Primarch of the future, with his melancholy yet handsome features, Korax now had a fair little face with some baby fat still on his cheeks, rather than the sunken cheeks he would later possess.

"I think... I might be able to help Brother Sandman..." Though the Primarch had only just arrived, his intelligence quickly allowed him to understand the source of Sandman's anger.

"What can you do? The camp is short of all kinds of medicine. Without medicine, they can only rely on their physical endurance and willpower to hold on. As far as I'm concerned, that's nothing but leaving it to luck!" Sandman said irritably.

"I don't know either, but a lot of strange knowledge suddenly appeared in my mind. I can't say I'll be able to make them fully recover, but at the very least, I should be able to save their lives." Korax sounded uncertain.

"You mean... Psychic Power?" Sandman suddenly remembered something.

As the pinnacle of the Emperor's most prized genetic engineering, the Primarchs had all kinds of knowledge built into their minds by the Emperor. Scientific knowledge, all kinds of engineering equipment, and more were all stored within their minds.

As long as the right conditions were triggered, the knowledge built into the Primarchs' minds would automatically surface.

Clearly, the current situation had triggered Korax's memories of using Psychic Power to treat injuries. However, his Psychic Power was not specialized in healing, so he had not made any absolute claims.

Korax's Psychic Power primarily centered on Shadow Power, but Psychic Power itself was an energy much like a universal tool.

The Imperium's psychic system was divided into twenty-four positive and negative levels. The five most common ability types were:

Biomancy was an extremely versatile psychic ability. As the name implied, it strengthened the body and healed injuries through one's own Psychic Power. Most powerful Psykers possessed this ability to some extent.

Pyromancy: the fire controlled here was not fire in the traditional sense, but a blaze of the mind capable of burning an enemy's sanity. Likewise, this was a relatively basic ability.

Telekinesis was an ability with an exceptionally high ceiling. It moved objects through thought, and a powerful Psyker might even be capable of stopping a planet. Psykers with telekinetic abilities often held a greater advantage in battle.

Telepathy: in the world of 40K, Psykers with telepathic abilities were almost as important as Navigators. When the Imperium could not solve the problem of interstellar communication through technology, it could only rely on the Astropaths' choirs to maintain contact.

Psykers with telepathic abilities could open channels of communication on the mental level, allowing messages to cross the Star Sea and reach every corner of the Imperium.

Divination: even among Psykers, this ability was rare. Divination Psykers could glimpse the uncertain future through the currents of the Warp. Sometimes it might be a shattered cup; sometimes it might be a destroyed Imperium.

Divination Psykers were always troubled by their own abilities and filled with worry over the world's future. Over time, this power would drive their minds into madness.

The most prominent example was Konrad Koz, also a Primarch—a pitiful being tortured into madness by his own powerful divinatory abilities.

"Good, this couldn't be better! Korax, get to work!" After recalling the Primarchs' innate cheat-like abilities, Sandman immediately pulled him into the infirmary.

Every second was precious to the injured miners.

The young Primarch did not hesitate as he walked toward the miners, who could only endure through their physical endurance and willpower.

A solemn expression appeared on the young Primarch's face. A mass of pitch-black Psychic Power gathered in his fair, slender palm and began to cover the terrifying wound on An's chest.

Under Korax's control, threads of Psychic Power carefully flowed into An's body.

Almost visibly, An's weak and somewhat erratic breathing steadied the moment Korax's Psychic Power entered his body. An's body was like a lost traveler frantically searching for water in the desert, greedily devouring every drop of Psychic Power.

Yet for An's burly body, such an amount was still too little.

"Whew, no problem now." Korax sensed the situation and immediately breathed a sigh of relief. Then an even greater amount of Psychic Power gathered in his hand and began pouring into An's body.

Clearly, this was Korax's first time doing such a thing. His earlier caution had only been to avoid harming these companions he had met for the first time. Even though it was his first time using Psychic Power and his first time treating others, the Primarch's demigod-level mind had reached its conclusion in a brief instant.

His Psychic Power really could heal his companions. All he needed to do next was increase the flow of Psychic Power and proceed with the treatment step by step.