Being able to feel pain was excellent news; it meant that parts of the wounded men's limbs could still be saved. Wodhaus stared blankly as a Terminator pinned Kaiser Whitefang to the ground and gave him an injection. He grimaced in agony, and his listless state vanished completely.
"Kor'sarro, just you wait! Once I get the chance, I'll tear the handlebars off your bike!"
"You wouldn't dare! If you dare take apart my bike, I'll pour your mead into the flamer fuel tank!"
Kaiser Whitefang and Kor'sarro Khan used their bickering to ease the heart-rending pain. Wodhaus was rather helpless at how lively they were, but he was even more astonished by the medical drugs these Terminators used.
This highly effective medicine smelled completely different from the blood vials he had used before. There was almost none of blood's stench; instead, it carried the faint fresh fragrance of leaves.
Had these Space Marines also received Lin Fan's help?
Wodhaus cast them an inquisitive look. Before he could ask, a Lamenters Terminator answered his question.
This Terminator's voice had less friendliness and grace, replaced by greater coldness and rigidity. Wodhaus felt as though he was not speaking with a person, but with a servitor in charge of archives and data.
After listening to a long, logically rigorous and meticulously phrased explanation that could have served as an Adeptus Mechanicus priest's thesis, filled with several major headings nested within subheadings and further nested elaborations, Wodhaus's brain was about to crash.
"Do you understand? I will now count down five seconds. If you have not responded after five seconds, I will repeat it. Five... four..."
"I understand, I understand." Wodhaus hurriedly nodded.
The Terminator returned the gesture, the lower edge of his helmet forming a standard forty-five-degree angle with the rim of his