113th Regiment, Your Commissar Is Here!

Biological modifications were nothing unusual in the Imperium. Many Astra Militarum Commissars had mechanical limbs implanted to ensure they could continue serving the Emperor.

Under normal circumstances, even with a mechanical limb implanted, it took a long time to adjust before it could function as well as the original.

But Lund chose the most brutal method: installing the prosthetic without deep anesthesia and calibrating it at the same time!

This method required an exceptionally strong will!

Otherwise, if the recipient suffered a mental breakdown midway through, he would either die from the pain or be unable to adapt to the mechanical implant and go insane.

Although the medical officer tried to dissuade him time and again, Lund still insisted on using the second implantation procedure.

The reason was simple: he had to return to the battlefield as soon as possible!

The entire procedure went smoothly. The Tech-Priest and the medical officer performed it together, implanting a brand-new Cybernetic eye and replacing Lund's shattered spine with a superalloy one.

Even the Tech-Priest couldn't help marveling that this man was practically an Iron Man. He hadn't made a sound the entire time.

But only Lund knew how much it hurt. He had nearly passed out from the pain several times, but each time, the faces of the 117th Regiment's Company Commander and his brothers appeared in his mind!

By rights,

he had only recently graduated and joined the 117th Regiment. He shouldn't have formed any deep bonds with these people.

And yet Lund couldn't close his eyes.

Whenever he shut them, he seemed to see his comrades trampled into the mud by Daemons. His ears rang with the cries of his comrades—and of humanity itself!

The Chaos Daemons' ferocious, twisted, blasphemous faces, and the scorching, sulfurous breath they exhaled, clung to his