Several Medical Servitors worked together to haul the sarcophagus out of the Venerable Dreadnought.
The Venerable Dreadnought was sent to another workshop for repairs, while the sarcophagus was placed on the operating table.
After Father Anthony worked the controls, the sarcophagus opened, exposing a lump of flesh inside.
It was a sanity-eroding sight. Gungun lay inside the sarcophagus, missing all four limbs and his entire lower abdomen, with even part of his upper abdomen gone, exposing a large section of his rib plate and internal organs. He was in much the same state as Kled now.
Li Qinwu took one look inside the sarcophagus and refused to look again. It was too fucking disgusting.
Numerous tubes were connected to this lump of flesh to keep him alive. For some unknown reason, his wounds would not heal, and blood and pus continually seeped out.
The blood and pus pooled at the bottom of the sarcophagus, giving off a foul stench.
Li Qinwu stepped back a few paces, covered his nose, and said:
"No wonder Astartes would rather die than be put in a Dreadnought. This is just too undignified. If it were me, I'd rather die and be done with it."
Father Anthony got to work. His mechanical arms first cleaned Gungun's wounds, then replaced the drugs in the life-support system.
"There are a lot of chemical toxins in this brother's body, most of them concentrated around the severed areas. He must have been hit by some particularly nasty chemical bomb, leaving the Apothecary unable to treat him. They had no choice but to put him in a sarcophagus."
Father Anthony spent about thirty minutes wrapping Gungun in an artificial amniotic membrane, then injected some kind of medicinal solution into it and connected tubes to the membrane.
"This brother's Chapter must