Chapter 719 11 Joint Consultation (Part 2)

Chapter 719 11. Joint consultation (2)

Generally speaking, within the empire, a sage with the status of Belisarius Caul will receive an extremely grand welcome no matter which world he visits.

The local governor will definitely go into battle in person, put on the extremely flattering smile they had before taking office, squeeze out all the wrinkles on their face, and use all their strength, just to lick a little dust from the fingers of the noble Mechanicus Great Sage.

And does Call like this?

The answer is a divine NO in capital letters marked with the Seal of Ohm's Messiah, and a spittle from Himself, if He still has any.

Not to mention how many years he spent alone in Sosa, even when he was still young, getting involved in politics and attending various balls was never something Belisarius Caul would put on his daily schedule. thing.

He is completely uninterested in those huge benefits and easy promotions, and only focuses on his own ideals.

So, what is his ideal?

Serve the Ohm Messiah without any bottom line like a fanatical believer, willing to give up everything for a little technological discovery?

Infatuated with the beauty of machinery, you only focus on studying the harmony between gears and transmission belts, and regard the outside world as nothing?

Are you in love with the great power displayed by the God of All Machines, endlessly following His footsteps, forging guns and mastering stronger destructive power?

The answer is none of the three. However, except for one person, almost no one has asked Kaul this question. So when that person asked him, the great sage even felt a little at a loss.

At that time, he asked the other party: "You won't laugh at me, will you?"

"No." The golden sun in his mind answered. "I promise you."

So Kaul said, "I want to save humanity."

"Is that all?"

Call shook his head.

"Then what else do you want?"

"I also want to drown all the aliens, traitors and demons in this universe. I also want the so-called Chaos Gods to beg for mercy from us. I want them to do what they have done to mankind like the most humble slaves. Repent, scream, cry, and beg for mercy. Then kill them.”

"Very good." Taiyang said with a smile. "But what are you going to do?"

"First, I want to save a child."

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"First of all, I want to make the child feel better," Belisarius Call said.

He spoke in a loud voice and had a slightly arrogant attitude - a trait that was all too easy for his large frame to project, simply by holding his head slightly higher. The strange thing is that everyone present turned a blind eye to this.

His actions were tacitly approved.

Kaul bent down, and three appendages extended from his back. Some turbid or clear medicine was contained in a glass tube and shaken gently.

He stretched out his hand - his own hand rather than an appendage - and roughly pulled the medical arm aside, placing all the potions on it without any intention of explaining what these potions did.

Seeing this, the other person in the operating room with him finally could no longer remain silent. He reached out and pulled back the medical arms, preventing Call from injecting them into the body of the child on the iron bed, and frowned at the same time.

"By the way, Terra! Don't you know this kid can't use any form of narcotics, painkillers, or hallucinogens? Have you even read the information I gave you?"

Kaul laughed strangely twice, hoarse and unpleasant: "Of course I have read it, respected medical officer Jairzinho Guzman, the medical association in your name often cooperates with the Mechanicus. Woolen cloth."

The deepness between Guzman's brows became more and more obvious. He stared at Kaul for a long time before letting him go.

The Great Sage nodded happily to him, and poured all three tubes of medicine into the arm of Sarlon, who was staring at them endlessly, and the effect quickly appeared.

But just half a minute later, the child, whose chest was still wrapped in gauze, blinked in surprise and whispered, "I don't seem to be in so much pain anymore?"

Guzman turned around in an instant and grabbed one of Call's appendages, immobilizing it so hard that it creaked. His face was extremely gloomy, on the verge of rage.

"What is this if it's not an analgesic? You'd better explain it to me."

"Of course this is not an analgesic, my good medical officer." Kaur was not annoyed, but his tone was slightly mocking. "Actually, these three tubes of potion originated from an alien race - the Eldar. You must know that, right?"

"This race is degenerate and despicable, has no sense of shame, and pursues bottomless and endless pleasure, thus causing great disasters. Although they are a group of dead remnants, they still have some valuable things, such as soul stones. Another example is the three tubes of medicine I just injected into our patient."

"In the language of the Eldar, they are called 'deceptions'. It is a magical drug, but it is not meant for enjoyment, but for torture."

"This drug can make people lose their senses for a short period of time, but still keep their minds clear. Its effect can even last for at least twenty-four Terra hours - so, can you let me go?"

Guzman looked at him coldly, unmoved, but asked: "You are trying to be tricky. Even if it is not an analgesic, it can be regarded as a paralytic drug. Who gave you the courage to use it without any pain?" Doing this in an experimental situation? Do you understand that you might kill him?"

"Ah, the name of the person who gave me courage is very loud." The great sage raised the index finger of his right hand. "His name is Belisarius Call. Have you heard of him?"

Guzman took a deep breath, shook off his appendage, walked to Sarlon, held his right hand, and spoke in a low voice.

"You heard him, kid, you're going to lose your senses for the next twenty-four hours but I promise you, I'll always be here. I'm just going to hold your hand, okay? When you recover When the time comes, you will see me.”

Sarlon nodded to him and tried his best to smile - he tried very hard to stay calm, but still couldn't avoid screaming in panic two minutes later.

"Are you still there? Doctor? Emperor! Why can't I see anything?"

"I'm here," Guzman told him, squeezing his right hand. "I'm here, Sarlon."

When Kaur saw this, his expression became a little strange, and then he muttered, "I have to leave to get some materials," and turned and left the operating room.

The three people in the medical hall who were watching the consultation all looked at him with different meanings. Sol Tarvitz's eyes were filled with anger, and Fulgrim's eyes were a warning mixed with annoyance. Only Kari L'Lohars remained completely calm, even vaguely apologetic.

Without even thinking, Call knew who he was apologizing for.

He couldn't help but sigh, thinking that although this gentleman was noble and respectable, he was a little too principled. Just like Robert Guilliman.

A thought came to his mind: I'd better let him know only what he needed to know.

A second thought followed: You were seeking death, and you'd better not betray his trust.

The third thought came out of the blue: I'm Belisarius Call!

The fourth thought ended it all: Yeah, yeah, and he's Khalil Lohars, and you'd better treat him with respect. Respect! Do you understand? !

I see.

Holding the scepter in his hand, Kaul slowed down, tremblingly maneuvered his huge body to walk in front of the three people, bowed respectfully, and then walked to Khalil and apologized to him.

"I'm sorry for the conflict with a member of your legion. Sir, I have worked alone for too long and it is difficult to adapt to cooperation with others. I will work hard to adjust."

Khalil said nothing, just shook his head. Sol Tavitz on the side snorted coldly.

"He prepared for the meeting three hours ago for nearly a week and collected various data, but you were sarcastic and sarcastic throughout the meeting - I understand that you red-robed Mechanicus are difficult to get along with, but He is Jairzinho Guzman!”

Call turned around, bowed to him again, and spoke in a calm voice.

"Yes, Lord Tarvitz, I know who he is, but I want to point out that he is an experienced and highly skilled medical officer, but he still cannot compare with my professionalism in biotechnology."

"Arrogance!" Sol Tarvitz snapped.

"No, it's not arrogance, but confidence. Although I am indeed a narcissistic and annoying bastard in life, please believe that in the technology of biological modification, I, Belisarius Caul, am only The Emperor who is behind us.”

He straightened up, his prosthetic eyes flashing blue.

"I swear on my name," he said lowly. "I will definitely cure this child."

Seeing this, Fulgrim spoke gloomily and entered the conversation.

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"I believe in your skills, Great Sage Belisarius Caul, but everything must be based on evidence."

"It is true that you are one of the great sages of the Mechanicus, but compared to others, your reputation is not very outstanding. Perhaps my brother Robert knows you better, but that is also based on the relationship between him and you. This is based on long-term cooperation.”

"It's empty talk, not to mention that you haven't told anyone a word about your thoughts since you landed in Chemos - in other words, you have to come up with something to convince me, Kaul. "

Phoenix looked at him calmly, raised his right hand and clenched it into a fist.

"You have to convince me," he said slowly. "Otherwise, I will never allow a person who can use alien objects on my children at will to continue to be so unbridled."

Kaul pondered for a moment, looked back at the sleeping boy through the bulletproof glass, then turned his head, expressed his humble agreement, and requested about twenty minutes of 'round trip time'.

After receiving permission, his huge and bloated body rushed out of the medical hall with agility that was completely inconsistent with his size. The momentum was terrifying, and the heavy footsteps could be heard even through the wall.

It wasn't until he was completely gone that Khalil finally said a word.

"I'm sorry that I didn't inform you of his character in advance. These two quarrels could have been avoided. However, as he said himself, his professionalism is absolutely beyond reproach."

"Belisarius Cawl truly lived for ten thousand years. Although he spent most of his time on Sosa and is somewhat unknown, his research has blessed the Five Hundred Worlds and its surroundings. The people of the galaxy spanned dozens of centuries."

"These inventions and creations will soon be officially returned to the Empire, just like the Torchbearer Bolter he created, bringing new advancements to the Empire's technology."

Fulgrim frowned deeply.

"I've never seen you defend anyone else before, Khalil, not even Conrad. Who is this arrogant and extremely arrogant guy that can make you Trust him like that? I checked him and he’s not even a biological sage!”

"I'm not excusing him, but describing a fact, Fulgen - I trust him, and I believe he can work with Jairzinho to solve your legion's problems."

"Why?" Fulgrim asked sincerely. "I beg you to tell me why."

Khalil sighed, raised his head, looked directly into those eyes, and spoke word by word.

"There are two reasons. First, he possesses an extremely precious treasure called the Original Blood Stack, which contains the genetic material of all the original bodies."

Sol Tarvitz turned his head sharply, and Fulgrim's eyes changed instantly.

"Second, I have communicated with the Emperor in his consciousness."

Sol Tarvitz opened his mouth unconsciously, and Fulgrim shouted instinctively.

"impossible!"

Khalil nodded calmly, denying his denial twice.

"Everything is possible, Fulgrim. Like I said, he has lived for ten thousand years. His mind has been split to the point of incalculability. His knowledge and memory are so much that he needs countless memory units to store and store them. Clear regularly"

"Your father foresaw this a long time ago and put a little of his power into Caul's mind. This is how I met the Emperor's Shadow in his mind five years ago. of."

Fulgrim raised his hands and covered his face. After a few minutes, he asked, "How is my father?"

"Which one? If you are referring to the shadow in Belisarius Cawl's memory, he has long since dissipated and his fragments have been recovered. If you are referring to your real father."

Khalil pondered for a few seconds and suddenly called out: "Pull."

The tribune quietly walked out from the shadow of the wall behind him, faced the eyes of Sol Tarvitz and Fulgrim, took off his helmet, and revealed his dark face.

"The Lord is slowly recovering."

As soon as he spoke, Fulgrim's pupils shrank sharply. But he paid no attention to this and just continued firmly. But the tone of his voice was so gentle that it was unreasonable.

"Ten thousand years ago, in that battle, the Lord made a desperate move, tying his and our hopes together."

"In these ten thousand years, hope has always been unstable, like a candle in the wind. However, thanks to your sacrifices, it has never been extinguished. But now, this flame has been completely stabilized, and it only needs an opportunity to burn brightly. "

After the Imperial Guard finished speaking, he put on his helmet again and returned to the shadows. Even his stealth skills were inferior to those of the Crow Guards, but this scene failed to attract the attention of Fulgrim and Sol Tarvitz, who were busy with other things.

The Chemos raised his head and choked back his tears. The avenger stared at the ground, and after gasping for breath several times, he smiled very restrainedly. And this smile can no longer be stopped.

"I rarely feel like a person can laugh as hard as cry, Tavitz."

Khalil said thoughtfully, and moved his eyes away, coming close to the bulletproof glass, observing inside, and giving reminders at the same time.

"There are still seventeen minutes left until the end of the round trip time required by Great Sage Caul - try to calm down, you two, and don't let that annoying red-robed ghost see the joke."