Chapter 724 16 Catching Eagles (Part 3)

Chapter 724 16. Eagle Hunting (Part 3)

"Anazion?"

No answer.

Restarting communication process A-23-09, failed to restart, no response from the process. Preliminary judgment is that the communication is interrupted. Calling communication protocol No. 29 to restart the process, failed to restart, no response from the process.

Restart.

No response.

Continue to restart, keep calling until you get a response.

Belisarius Kaul gently put down the tools in his hand and temporarily left the workbench in front of him.

He was surrounded by darkness, most of his body was shrouded in it, making him look as if he was standing in a void, and this workbench with a hazy light was a boundary stone to mark his existence

It's a pity that its function can only go so far, because Kaul has turned and left.

The light disappeared, leaving only darkness here, and the ancient dust and the empty sad wind whistled past, blowing through the mysterious machinery condensed by someone's strange ideas and blood and sweat.

They are waiting, calling, and longing to be awakened again - we want to be used again - they whispered to him.

It was an attractive suggestion, but Cawl could not agree to it.

After all, they were not his designs, he did not understand them, and it was difficult for him to understand them. And he would never wake any of them under such circumstances, if he did, the consequences might be disastrous.

The people who entrusted him with this laboratory and these machines had placed great trust in him, and Cawl would not fail him, even if his instinct as a mechanical priest demanded him to do so at a roaring volume.

What makes humans nobler than beasts is that they can overcome instincts.

Cawl quickened his pace and left the darkness.

The core of his engine was roaring - the boiling emotion was familiar to him, he had experienced the taste of hatred in detail long before he received the fragment.

But the situation then was probably different from now, and he soon realized that he had to restrain himself, otherwise his engine would overload, and the series of consequences that followed were unbearable for him and Chemos now.

He restrained himself, but he didn't realize that he was taking a ridiculous deep breath: he didn't need air anymore.

A few minutes later, he finally left the darkness. Two heavy doors made a loud noise behind him, as if they were also very dissatisfied with his evasion of his curiosity.

Caul put it aside and ignored it, just activated some programs while walking, and then more, more, and more-high-temperature steam escaped from behind him, blurring his body for a moment.

The vibration came from the cold deck deep under his feet, the warship began to move, and the machine soul that was working at full capacity according to his will immediately sent waves of indescribable killing desire.

It seemed to have always been like this, always wanting to use the purest power to prove the glory of the God of All Machines to the world

Caul gave it permission indifferently.

One hundred and ninety-five composite artillery positions began to warm up, and four thousand five hundred production arrays suddenly roared on the lower deck. One after another, the sleeping fighter servants were awakened by electricity, armed, and then walked into the airdrop chamber and transported to the launch silo.

How many are there?

Cawl himself had no answer. He only took nearly half of the servitor reserves and one-third of the production arrays with him when he left Sosa to equip the ship that belonged only to him.

Yes, his ship, the Supreme Zeal, a Retribution-class battleship.

Robert Guilliman ordered it to be built on the Forge World named after his father and named it himself - he used this name to express his praise for Cawl and told him that he could make any modifications to the Retribution-class battleship at will.

Undoubtedly, this was a great gift and Guilliman's affirmation of his silent help to the loyalists of the Five Hundred Worlds in Sosa for nearly ten thousand years, but Cawl did not actually make too many drastic changes.

He did not think it was appropriate to do this on the journey back to Terra with the Combined Fleet.

Although the Lord of the Five Hundred Worlds had some understanding of his radicalism, others might not be happy to see him display his talents, at least not the non-Martian priests who had cooperated with the Ultramarines in the Five Hundred Worlds for more than ten thousand years.

They have expressed their concerns about Belisarius Cawl, a great sage who is only heard but not seen, more than once in certain meetings. Some who think they are more capable have even despised his design.

A bunch of stupid old immortals. Cawl thought. He didn't care that his age was actually worthy of this title.

He stopped, and his huge body seemed small and lonely in the empty corridor. He turned around and looked at the porthole on his side. His artificial eye zoomed in and helped him see the scene of Chemos accurately at the moment.

The sick green occupied the land and almost completely enveloped the planet. It was as if a huge and naughty child had played a coloring game here with a cheap spray pen.

Cawl looked at it coldly, and the index finger of his right hand trembled slightly. After a few seconds, the torrent of steel began to fall towards the green, and the Supreme Zeal also began to move. It was going to officially enter the low-Earth orbit of Chemos and directly break into the atmosphere.

In order to avoid being attacked by the rail space station in the process, Kobe also deliberately sent a message to its servo technicians, and he didn't be surprised by how he would mocoly add oil and vinegar, that is his own affairs.

Of course, Belidi's Kurok will not care what the people who suddenly receive it in the thinking space of the space station will think.

He just used the authority of the space station to enter the communication channel of a small shuttle, and then manipulated its holographic projectile to shape his image from scratch. Essence

"Two adults." Koh nodded slightly to them. "My battle group is expected to arrive at the surface of Chemos three minutes and start fighting."

He did not get answers, but it was also expected. Kohn made a personality side -based personality on Foggrem. Although he was very impolite and it was very likely to make him heresy, he still did this.

Moreover, his information is Robert Kiriman, St. Gilez, and Roggorn. He originally asked the Lord of the Iron and Steel in the Linking Moster, but the latter seemed to be busy.

In short, Calle's perception of Foggrem has surpassed most of the empires in this era, so he threw another thing.

"The Supreme enthusiasts are entering the atmosphere of Chemos, and I will conduct detailed inspections of those vines as soon as possible after that. In fact, as early as seventeen minutes ago, I had already performed on the near -ground track. Scanning and surveying, but at that time, my chaotic detection radar did not warn it. "

Sure enough, after hearing this sentence, the primary composed of the blue light that temporarily projected the holographic was slowly voted.

"Continue." Another person said. "Speak all your conjecture, Koles."

Cobier bowed slightly and then said, "I want to correct you, adults, these words I want to say next are not guessed, but based on a lot of evidence, details, and nearly 60 % of my computing power many times. The truth that simulates it, I think its accuracy can reach more than 80 %. "

"Say." The primary responded to him softly. "I will listen to ears."

"First of all, what I want to say is that the power that is infringing the kind of Wheoss and its people undoubtedly comes from one of our enemies. Its outbreak at this time is heavy. "

"First of all, a warning question -In addition, please forgive, Lord Fergorim, I took the liberty to retrieve many permissions in your planet government."

"Nothing." Fergrim said. "continue."

"Okay, from the omen from the data point of view, the source of this power usually broadcasts a variety of diseases that have never occurred before the outbreak of the disaster. A world may even have a population of more than 30 % or more. Before the official start, he died and died of illness.

"Furthermore, considering that His and their creations have always followed some rules, I think that this omen is actually one of His rules. Or, in another statement -His instinct's instincts, how His instincts one."

"He cannot violate his instinct, but Chemos has shown an abnormal phenomenon. I did not find a report of new types of infectious diseases in a report in the half -year report submitted by any disease control and public health centers in the 21st cities. "" "

"Similarly, there is no news in the news report. Considering the situation of Jimos, I think the probability of these officials lying collectively to cover up the probability of covering the crime is infinitely close to zero."

"In summary, two evidences are added: First, no new disease or plague was spread within least half a year before the disaster broke out. Second, my chaotic detection radar did not nor I have reported related issues "

"Therefore, my conclusion is that those vines that are all over the surface of thoroughs are actually not the creation of chaos, at least before the disaster erupted. I have a very strong evidence to prove this conjecture-"

Kobe finally stopped his narrative and looked at Karille Lohals.

"——Adien, have you ever felt in these days when you stayed in Jimos?"

There is no mistake, one, one, one, one, one, one, one, one 619, one book, one, one, one, one, one, one, a book!

Carilel slowly shook his head.

The old man's face suddenly showed a smile: "The problem is here. Since you haven't even noticed any strangeness, then my detection radar failure is reasonable."

He paused, and glanced at Fergrem intentionally or unintentionally, and the latter sighed expressionlessly: "I understand that you are reminding me that I don't have to blame myself. Want to listen to you. "

"As you wish." Corl sighed. "My conjecture is that these plants have always been sleeping on the ground of Toromos"

Suddenly he paused, and when he spoke, his voice was much high.

"One of my fighting groups captured half of the vines and checked it. The results showed that it had at least a dozen centuries. Considering the time consumed by the environmental reconstruction project of Chemos, I would like to propose a new new Guess "

"I think it is very likely that these vines have been deeply rooted in the ground long before you returned to Chemos, and in the form of naturally existing plants. If this disaster has not erupted, they will remain dormant and nothing will happen."

Grimm pondered calmly for a while, then nodded slowly.

"Chemos was originally a mining world that was falling apart. Its natural environment was destroyed long before I joined the Great Crusade. I don't think these things have existed since then. The greed of the fortress lords for resources is beyond your imagination, Cawl. I think they came here when I started to rebuild the natural environment of Chemos."

"Name?" Cawl suddenly interrupted. "Rebuilding the natural environment has always been the job of the priest of the Mechanicus who cooperated with you. What is his name?"

"What's the point of saying this now?" Fulgrim finally laughed. "Maybe I will go find him and completely destroy what is hidden behind it, but there is only one thing I want to do most now"

He stopped smiling.

"Your ship is close, Cawl. Send a gunboat to pick me up, will you? And prepare some weapons for me."

"It is my honor, my lord." The Archmagus bowed again. "In the name of the Emperor, these evils will be purged."

The holographic projection was extinguished.

"You stay here." Fulgrim said to Khalil.

He said this with a firm and decisive tone, without any hesitation or hesitation, his expression was firm and his eyes were calm. It was obvious that he had thought about this matter.

"Why?" Khalil asked briefly.

"You cannot go to the ground." Phoenix stepped forward, raised his hands, and placed them on his shoulders. "You have paid enough. I don't want you to endure those screams again. Can you still hear them, Khalil?"

"Yes."

"So you can't go up to Chemos. Conrad told me that you will be driven crazy by those voices, just like I once was."

Khalil was silent for a moment, shook his head, and uttered a comment: "Talkative child."

His words made the Phoenix smile for a moment - and this smile soon turned into astonishment.

The reason was nothing else, just because of a sharp blade that was suddenly stuffed into his hand. This knife was abnormally curved, like a sickle, the guard shone silver, but the blade was extremely dull.

It was cold enough to make Fulgrim's teeth tremble.

"I am a person who protects my shortcomings, Fulgrim, but I respect you. If you don't want me to go, it's okay, but you must accept it. Hold it tightly at all times, understand?"

"What is this?" Fulgrim asked in a low voice.

Khalil smiled and replied in the same low voice: "My fear. Now go and do what you should do, and I--"

He stepped back, and darkness surged and swallowed him. In just a moment, the person in front of Fulgrim transformed into the terrifying god again.

It spoke softly, the sound was like countless people screaming at the same time, but the tone was gentle like an elder.

"--I will go and seek justice for you."