Chapter 723 15 Catching Eagles (Part 2)

Chapter 723 15. Catching Eagles (Part 2)

Shou Zhu knew that he had probably lived for more than a thousand years.

This conclusion came from his conjecture. After all, Caul had never revealed his exact age to him, but Shou Zhu was very observant.

Although he spent most of his time sleeping in a stasis field or a cold nutrient tank, he still captured some details from Caul - the changes in his red robe, his face became older, and there were a few more pairs of appendages on his back.

In addition, there was the huge laboratory deep in the mountains on Sosa. At first, it was not what it looked like later. Many places were relatively primitive, and Caul only placed some of his experimental instruments.

The changes occurred suddenly. Shou Zhu just slept a few more times, and when he woke up, he found that the place was turned upside down.

He had no real sense of the passing of time in reality, but he still believed that age was a very important thing. Not for anything else, just because this matter was included in the huge and realistic framework of "how a person should view himself".

So, yes, he was probably a thousand years old, but he was also clueless about the burning, cracking, and shaking hell in front of him. He was almost at a loss.

After realizing this, the First Casting found that he was calm. There was no anger, no mixed emotions caused by the "superiority of the Astartes" described in the books provided by Cawl. He was still calm and clear-headed.

He understood what he needed to do now better than anyone else present.

The First Casting stood up from his temporary shelter - a not particularly large stone - and then jumped up and started moving.

The world under his feet was far from the prosperous and peaceful world a few hours ago. There was no laughter or blue sky here, only endless fire and heat, scattered smoke and cracked ground. The wind blew up from it, not cold, but with an indescribable high temperature, as if it really came from hell to destroy the world.

The First Casting forced himself to look away from this terrible scene and focus all his attention on what he had to do. He jumped, ran or climbed from time to time, showing an almost terrifying agility.

Soon, he came to a larger fragment, which was probably a square or something similar in the past, and the ground was covered with white stone bricks. The hot and unreasonably thick smoke with a choking smell was wafting everywhere, and was constantly stirred by the movement of the First Casting.

He had long been accustomed to them, and his physiological structure allowed him to be safe with just a few coughs when facing such choking smoke. In this way, he rushed out of the smoke and came to the other end of the square, which was already crowded.

The difference between people was no longer obvious. Whether they were nobles, tourists, civilians or vendors a few hours ago, it no longer mattered now. Most of them just hugged each other in fear, crying or screaming like animals acting only on instinct.

But there were still people who tried to maintain peace and order. The former stood in the crowd to persuade each other to regain their sanity, and the latter wore special armored shells unique to the Ministry of Justice, and were comforting people under the leadership of a Ministry of Justice inspector.

There wasn't much they could do, but the style they showed was very different from the usual style of the Ministry of Justice that the First Casting had read from the book. They were not rude and were even taking simple medical measures for the injured.

The Inspector was even shouting, claiming that the Emperor's Children and auxiliary troops on the Eagle's Wing would reach the ground within ten minutes, and they only needed to remain calm to be safe in the glory of the Emperor.

The First Casting lost his patience after listening for a while. He could see that the Inspector didn't believe what he said, and he just said it to calm people's hearts, but he didn't think it was a good idea to stay on this fragment for too long.

So he made his own voice.

"Inspector!" he shouted loudly.

The senior legal officer and his team turned around quickly and were shocked.

The First Casting understood them. As he approached, he raised his hands to indicate that he was unarmed, and said, "Excuse me, there is no difference between stopping here and waiting for rescue and waiting to die-"

He suddenly stopped.

Shouzhu saw a very obvious alertness on the face of the inspector. It was not until then that he realized that his image at the moment was probably not very good.

His appearance was not friendly at all. His pale face, dark eyes and pale purple lips like a corpse were very different from the appearance of a normal person. Not to mention that he was covered in blood and there was smoke under his feet.

"Who are you?" The inspector shouted in a low voice and gestured to his team. Half of his team members turned around and continued to maintain order, while the other half raised their shotguns at Shouzhu.

They had no intention of opening fire, and many of them were even shaken by this incident. The mouths exposed under the half-covered masks were tightly pursed.

Shouzhu saw these details, so he continued to raise his hands and told a half-true and half-false lie very calmly. He did not use a pseudonym, but said that he was a bodyguard of a nobleman, and that he was temporarily separated from the nobleman.

Shouzhu had never told any lies before, but he had already mastered the most sophisticated technique of this art - half-truth and half-lie.

Soon, the Inspector raised his hand again, asking his team members to put down their guns, and he slowly walked forward to the First Cast. He seemed to regard the First Cast's unusual height as the effect of a transformation operation, and did not associate it with the Astartes.

He finally stopped about a few meters in front of the First Cast, standing in a more relaxed posture, but his right hand was still in a posture ready to draw a gun and shoot at any time.

"I am Inspector Clay Goldun - Emperor, you are really tall, where did you have the transformation operation?"

"Mechanicus." First Cast said. "I have a little connection."

The Inspector smiled, this smile was drowned in sweat and fatigue, a little weak, but it was still a real smile.

"Everyone has connections these days, Anazion, but there aren't many people with connections as strong as yours. Forget it, I won't ask you how much you paid to let those red robes perform this level of transformation surgery on you. Anyway, on behalf of Chemos's Legal Department, I offer you a new job contract. Are you willing to accept it?"

"I will serve for free."

"Very good!" the Inspector praised. "You are more loyal than most people - wait, what are you going to do?"

His smile stopped abruptly, and the sudden forward run of the First Casting caught him off guard.

He didn't expect that this big guy who suddenly appeared would have such a rapid explosive power. That speed was beyond the scope of ordinary modified people, but he was able to draw his gun, turn around, and then aim at the giant who was rushing towards his team and the crowd like a chariot with years of training.

He wanted to shoot, at least he was prepared for this, his finger was on the trigger of the grenade launcher - but he didn't shoot, even if the First Casting reached out and grabbed two heavy riot shields while running.

In the final analysis, there were similarities between him and the First Casting. They both had a keen observation ability far beyond that of ordinary people. This ability allowed the First Casting to see the wriggling of the surface of those huge vines before everyone present, and also made the Inspector change color with horror.

Along with the splashing juice, boiling stench and dark green mist, countless dark holes opened on the surface of the vines. The sound was crisp and natural, no different from the creaking sound of trees growing, but it made everyone present instinctively feel a chill in their hearts.

And this chill soon turned into fear.

In front of everyone, countless dead people - former Chemos people - groaned and crawled out from the inside of the thick vines like stone pillars.

No one could tell what they had experienced, but no one would want to talk about such things, at least the Inspector didn't want to, he just wanted to order his team to open fire.

He had never seen these things with his own eyes, but he knew very well what they were.

Four and a half centuries ago, a battle between two Primarchs broke out at the edge of the Chemos sector. The battle ended with the Empire's victory. Detailed information and combat situations were distributed one by one, and even taught as a reference experience in various loyal colleges and imperial military departments within the star zone.

The inspector still remembered how he felt when he read about the swollen dead, and his feelings at this moment were exactly the same as then - his hair stood on end, his back itched, and his heartbeat seemed to stop.

"Fire! All fire! Cover him!" the inspector roared. "Evacuate the civilians! Let them come to the back!"

The first cast heard this sentence clearly, as he expected. The situation just now was too critical to allow for any explanation, so he had to put his life and the professionalism of the inspector on the same gambling table.

No mistake, one sentence, one post, one content, one 6, one 9, one book, one bar, one look!

Now it seems that he won the bet. Therefore, it is time to collect the gambling money.

He stopped suddenly, his boots and the stone slabs under his feet all shattered in an instant. He stopped at the edge of the platform, standing between the people and the huge vines, raised the two riot shields in his hands high, and then dropped them heavily.

The gunshots rang out, and the legal officers demonstrated their professionalism. Every bullet accurately passed over the body of the first casting and shot at the pale, swollen and terrible corpses.

People began to run back, and the first casting could hear their fearful gasps. His world slowed down again, everything was like this. And his two hearts were beating faster than ever before. They sounded like thunder, driving blood to rush through the veins, causing tsunami-like waves.

The first casting suddenly had a feeling that he felt that he was born for this moment - killing and saving, both at the same time, both together.

Will Belisarius Cawl have the same idea as him? Did he create him for this purpose?

The First Cast didn't know the answer, he just raised his shield again, becoming a temporarily insurmountable line of defense, blocking all people and monsters.

——

Sol Tarvitz raised his head and looked at the sky.

The thick smoke from the explosion still existed, even blackening the clouds, making the originally blue sky of Chemos become gloomy and terrifying. But this did not prevent gunboats and transport planes from breaking through the clouds and landing in front of them.

A voice came from behind him: "Report! The new suspension platform has been successfully connected, and the firepower position you requested has been deployed! My troops can be put into battle at any time!"

He turned around and nodded to the young face. The latter didn't say much, just saluted again, and trotted away, his back soon blending into similar colors.

As he said, his troops can indeed enter the battle at any time, but there are still many people who can't fight here, and they need to leave.

Tavitz raised his head again and looked at the transport planes full of disaster victims, until their shadows completely disappeared in the clouds, and then he looked away.

"I still don't think it's a good idea to send the disaster victims to the Eagle Wing." Jairzinho Guzman walked slowly and said so.

"This is the best plan we can implement now, Night Blade." Saul Tarvitz replied calmly. "In the past, we would never call on the floating platforms to connect with each other like we do now, and turn them into temporary positions and refugee camps."

Guzman shook his head.

"It's a good move to call and connect the platforms that were originally provided for the hovercraft to dock and replenish energy in the air, but it's another matter to send the victims to the huge fortress. Look at those vines, Tavitz, they are still growing, you can hear that sound, right?"

"They won't grow for long." The Wronged Man bared his teeth and said word by word. "I have given the order that the orbital weapon array and Eagle Wing will attack these things together"

Guzman closed his mouth and didn't intend to say anything more, and turned to look at the huge vines surrounding the platform. Their surface was full of wriggling protrusions, and sticky juice was slowly oozing out.

He had an unchangeable pessimism, which told him that the vines must have other horrors ready to be implemented on the world, but he knew that he could not convince Saul Tavitz.

So he ended this short debate and silently looked at the medical tent on the side, where many injured people were in urgent need of treatment.

Save one if you can. He thought and walked towards it. However, he had only taken two steps when he suddenly stopped.

"Tavitz." With his back to the avenger, he called calmly. "Did you hear it?"

"I heard it." Sol Tavitz replied coldly.

Yes, they all heard that buzzing sound. It came faintly from the vines surrounding the suspended platform, so dense that it was almost distorted.

Sol Tavitz showed a genuine grin.

"Fire," he said.