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Why did they drift apart?
The reason is very simple: because I wasn't one of them before, and I suddenly joined and witnessed their heretical behavior, I naturally wasn't immediately trusted and accepted.
Well, the solution to this is quite simple.
A smile appeared on Caul's face, but his mechanically modified face made it impossible for others to tell that he was smiling.
He moved his massive body to the side of the stationary power suit, then a tentacle appeared on his back, groped for an interface, and forcibly inserted itself into it.
“Your research is making no progress,” Caul said amidst the shocked gazes of the four. “A crucial point is that you are being far too cautious, placing too much emphasis on the samples than on your own data acquisition.”
"Great Sage! This is the only sample! We don't know what kind of security measures the Xenomorphs have set up inside, if..."
“No need to worry,” Caul said. “They have indeed set up sophisticated methods of secrecy, but I can still handle them.”
The combat suit began to open automatically, revealing the internal piloting unit. The neural connection devices and various operating systems were then professionally exposed to the air.
Several tentacles appeared behind Kaul once again. Then, he skillfully disassembled a device in the cockpit and carefully placed it aside.
"Alright, now you are free to conduct your research."
Four people gathered around, looking at the device. Evelyn's tentacles also extended from her back, and finally, with some shock, she looked up at Caul.
"You...you removed the control board of this alien weapon?"
"The operation is simple. It may be a little difficult the first time, but after doing it a lot, you can easily complete it."
Caul spoke casually, but his words still managed to send a jolt through the hearts of the other four people once again.
This simple sentence contains information that is enough to make many fanatical believers who adhere to the Omnisaiyan creed feel devastated—after all, it means that a great sage of the Mechanicus, one of the leaders of the Mechanicus in the mortal world, and the spokesperson for the will of the Mechanicus, has taken the lead in violating the creed and commandments, and had already conducted some research on the Xenomorph's technology before today.
Evelyn was alright, after all, as a disciple of the Forging Director of the Forging World, she not only knew about the underhanded dealings of the high-ranking sages, but also had some shady dealings of her own.
However, the other three, especially the other two members of the Mechanicus, were clearly much less accepting of such a thing.
“We are not complacent.” Caul didn’t mind helping his juniors with their psychological guidance. “Don’t be surprised. When your faith in the God of All Machines reaches a certain level, you will naturally realize that everything I’ve shown you today is nothing.”
"Well said."
A young male voice rang out from behind them, and everyone present immediately put aside their shock and bowed to the newcomer.
"Master Lynch."
Lynch strode to the hidden compartment within the armory. Once inside, he looked up at Caul and gave him a friendly smile.
"It's a pleasure to meet you, Great Sage Belisarius Caul."
"It's a pleasure to meet you, Lin Qi, the chosen one. Although we will inevitably be spending a long time together in the future, I think we still need to have some private conversations for now."
"I think so too."
Taking a deep breath, Lin Qi turned to the side, revealing the passage he had come from.
“The Thorn Royal Court is very large; we can talk and finish what we need to say while we’re at it.”
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After leaving the armory, Lynch led Caul to the outer walls of the Thorn Royal Court. Due to certain needs, the walls were deserted today. As far as the eye could see, apart from the automated automatons and servo skulls lying around at work, there wasn't even a single recruit or mortal auxiliary soldier in sight.
"The yellow sand here is a unique feature of Badalub."
Lynch spoke to Kaul, while extending one hand and pointing to the endless yellow sand outside, and at the end of the sand, there were faintly visible, seemingly non-existent, high mountains.
“It’s spectacular, but I’m sure you’ve seen even more spectacular sights.”
Kaul nodded, agreeing with what Lynch had said.
"Ten thousand years have passed, and my memories have changed countless times, but I still retain the scenes I first witnessed."
“Those magnificent scenes are unimaginable to people in this era, and they are scenes that I have pondered countless times and believe the empire can never replicate.”
"I can't help but say," Caul said with a sigh, and then, looking at Lynch, he suddenly changed the subject.
"But now, everything has new possibilities."
Lynch took a deep breath and spoke, responding to Caul's words.
"Yes, everything has new possibilities."
A silence fell between them. They turned around and looked at the yellow sand outside, watching the wind from afar whip up the sand and then throw it back down to the ground. It wasn't until five minutes later that Kaul spoke.
"The surgery I'm preparing for you is a different kind of Astartes surgery from the current ones used within the Empire. I will call the Astartes who are transformed through this surgery Proto-Astartes."
“Unlike traditional Astartes, the original Astartes are far superior in power, speed, reaction speed, and resistance to chaos contamination.”
"However, you are an adult after all, and your complete transformation will require a continuous process. According to my calculations, it should take three years."
Lynch let out a long breath.
"I will arrange everything here before I leave. Also, Sage Kaul, I have given you authorization, and the purpose is clear: I hope you can help us research the Xenomorph combat suit technology. I believe that if we can master it, then in the future, not only Astartes, but even the combat power of mortals can be greatly enhanced."
"This is heresy."
"You just said you didn't care."
“Indeed.” Hearing Lynch’s words, Caul winked slyly. “But that was then, and now it is now. Dear Chosen Lynch, do you know the price of having a Grand Sage of the Cult of Mechanics help you?”
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Lin Qi thought to himself that he didn't know how the Emperor had told Caul about his affairs, nor how much he had told him, but the most crucial thing about himself must have been told to the other party.
After all, one's own value, that ability, accounts for a large part of it.
What do you want me to do?
"It will be needed eventually, but for now... I hope you can tell me something."
Is it about Thirteen?
"Yes."
"...I don't know why He didn't reveal it to you. But I can tell you that besides your armor, His resurrection has one crucial aspect: the Eldar."
"Eldar?"
"Yes, Eldar."
Kaul asked no more questions. This information was enough for him.
But Lin Qi had more in mind.
A few days ago, he had successfully reached a cooperation agreement with Elena.
The terms of the cooperation were simple: once they successfully located the entrance to the network, he would provide troops to jointly enter Comoros and plunder.
Within the Comoros, there are not only the Dark Eldar. The Ark Eldar and the Savage Eldar, whether willingly or unwillingly, have also come to that dark city, and perhaps among them are people and methods that can make contact with the Bel-Tan Ark world.
At that time, by contacting the regent "Queen" Everene in advance through the Bel-Tanling tribe and pulling out the old woman's sword stuck in the spirit bone, Guilliman can be resurrected in this era hundreds of years ahead of schedule.
Looking at Kaul, Lynch thought for a moment but ultimately decided not to reveal the plan.
After all, to be frank, this plan is still far from being finalized. Elena said that finding the gateway to the Internet would take several years, and it's a long way off, so she won't say anything for now.
Where will the modification surgery be performed?
"You'll basically be spending your entire transformation period on my mechanical ark. I'll also be responsible for your basic training so you can become a truly qualified warrior."
"...When do we leave?"
"Three days? A week? In any case, no more than a month. You decide."
Kaul said this, and Lynch nodded silently. Then they left the city walls and began to walk into the interior of the Thorn Court.
They walked through the long royal court streets and finally came to a door. The sounds of fierce fighting came from behind the door, causing the two to stop.
"Ah, they are exchanging feelings, engaging in martial arts; it is indeed an ancient ritual of communication."
"That's what Kaul said."
"Would you like to come in with me and take a look, Great Sage Kaul?"
Lynch looked up at Caul's massive body and extended an invitation.
"Then let's go in and take a look. I'm also curious about what your warriors are like."
Chapter 105 Violating the Holy Scriptures? Not Violating
What a pervert.
Casio didn't know how many times his attacks had been blocked by his opponent. He looked at his opponent in front of him, at the battle axe in his hand that symbolized bravery and ferocity, took a deep breath, and tried his best to relax his muscles and get them into the best power mode.
He moved his fingers nimbly, relieving the stiffness in his hand muscles. Then, he hooked his thumb onto the second joint of his middle finger, successfully turning his hand into a sturdy lock. The object of this lock was naturally the hilt of his weapon—a short sword. The hilt was engraved with the Star Claw symbol, and the blade gleamed brightly under the white light, giving anyone who looked directly at it a pricking, dangerous feeling.
Among them, Casio's opponent simply stared at him. His tall and muscular body was covered with all sorts of scars, these gruesome marks, combined with his calm yet simmering face, made no attempt to conceal the kind of madness that this warrior was.
"I said."
Casio slowly moved his feet, circling around his opponent.
"You haven't told me your name yet, brother from the man-eating shark. Since this is a friendly spar, exchanging names should be part of the etiquette, right?"
Casio began. But the man-eating shark did not respond, just like his colleagues standing below the stage, who remained silent regardless of their surroundings.
The sixth sergeant of Star Claw stopped talking. He stopped walking, looked at the silent shark in front of him, and made up his mind.
I will make you say your name.
His muscular chest began to rise and fall, a sign of adjusting his physical state before launching an attack. At the same time, the muscles in his hands no longer relaxed, but began to slowly exert force, causing the veins to bulge and become clearly visible.
The shark noticed the sergeant's movements, and his posture changed slightly. The battle axe, which had been held in one hand, was now held in both hands and held horizontally in front of him, becoming a "shield" to protect his body.
Both fell silent, their eyes fixed on each other's bodies, sensing each other's breath, anticipating each other's next move...
How much time has passed?
No one knew. It could have been five seconds, or it could have been an infinite number of seconds in their consciousness. But to the onlookers below, all they saw was the two figures, who had been like statues, suddenly turn into afterimages, followed by the sounds of clashing weapons and dazzling sparks.
Casio stepped forward, his short sword flashing diagonally below his hand. The tip of the sword sliced through the air, aimed precisely at the lower left side of the shark's abdomen, a spot that the shark's weapon could not easily defend against.
The duel between them was a first-blood duel, which meant that if either of them shed the first drop of blood in the duel, they would lose the match.
The shark's eyes narrowed slightly; he sensed his opponent's intention. His body reacted even faster than his mind—using his right foot as a pivot, he twisted his body backward half a step. The tip of the short sword grazed his skin, and his dark eyes darkened. Then, in the midst of silence, came a ferocious and savage axe-wielding bite.
The shark bared its teeth, and Casio felt as if he could almost smell the non-existent blood, which excited his body and caused a sinister grin to appear on his face.
"Come!"