Chapter 151 Storm of Destruction: Belisarius Cawl's Mission

Creed walked on the colonnade leading to the parking deck, and his staff adjutant followed behind him. The two of them walked between the long colonnades, where magnificent statues stood, accompanied by constant flashes of The light of the gunfire cast long shadows, and the firelight also illuminated Creed's face, making him look like a statue.

The Lord of the Castle was walking on the marble floor. The white ground was covered with ashes and gunpowder dust after the anti-aircraft guns were fired. If the internal service officers saw this in normal times, they would probably tie up the team on duty today and give them a good beating. , but no one cares about this issue now.

Compared to the fact that all of Cadia might be ruined, the fact that the ground was a little unclean was really not a concern.

Creed's military boots stepped on the ground, and the military coat draped over his shoulders jingled. The medals and rank badges worn on it and the protective deck kept colliding with each other, making bursts of clanging sounds.

The adjutant followed behind him wearing a pistol. The major adjutant glanced outside. A barrel that could only be described as huge was slowly raised. The muzzle was thicker than a Leman Russ. In the sky, the earth-shaking artillery fire resounded through the sky.

A burst of violent air flow hit his face. The major immediately turned his head to avoid the air flow. His hair was blown everywhere by the explosive air flow. Creed also turned his head away in awe, and his coat flew up under the action of the violent air flow. Like clothes hanging on a clothes drying pole.

The Lord of the Fortress did not stop. He continued to walk forward. They walked from the take-off and landing deck to the apron at the end. This was an extended slender platform with a huge disc at the end for fighter planes. ups and downs.

Of course, this is not a military deck, but a guest deck. Most of the decks in Cadia are connected to the hangar, and are also buckled by tens of meters of tungsten alloy armor and granite. It completely functions as a fortress. Most of them are located directly in the mountains and underground, completely hidden.

All fighter planes are stored in the bunker, and the hidden runway exit will be opened only when an attack is needed. Then the fighter planes jump out of the underground runway and rush into the sky.

According to the Cadian people, this kind of deck, which is "just like wearing no clothes", is available to receive foreign dignitaries, although the locals generally call them "sissies"

Really, if you were born into a world where you fought demons with your eyes open and demons closed, shot a mutant first thing before breakfast, fought demons for hours before lunch, and swapped with Chaos Space Marines in the afternoon. Opinion, the evening event is on a planet where you slap the traitorous psyker, and you'll think everyone else is a pussy.

Creed came to the deck, and he looked at a crimson transport plane parked on it. Outside the deck exit were several fully armed Skitarii soldiers, whose equipment was astonishingly well-equipped.

They were almost completely mechanized, wearing red robes and holding sophisticated laser rifles. Each of them looked around with their faces turning intelligent prosthetic eyes. As Creed arrived, they all looked over.

Creed looked at these uncomfortable Skitarii and turned his head away from the burly, or more appropriately huge, Archsage of the Mechanicus in front of them.

Most of his body is completely covered by machinery, and there is a metal cover on his abdomen. It looks like it may be a bulletproof armor layer to protect the unimaginably fine mechanical equipment underneath. Those mechanical parts extend from behind him, allowing him to Looks like a mutant.

His mechanical torso, which looked like some kind of centipede, was supported by countless mechanical arms and movable cables and slowly turned around. He looked at Creed with half of his face, which was probably the only physical part of his body.

"I am Belisarius Caul, the great sage of the Mechanicus. I came to this planet for an important matter." Caul said, his mechanical voice was weirder than that of the average Mechanicus believer. His voice seemed to be that of several people speaking at the same time, with different tones, voices and rhythms.

There were men, women, and even children among them, which made him look and sound very strange, and even made Creed think that he was a traitor to the Dark Mechanicum.

"Salute to you, Great Sage, I think you have also seen that our current situation is not very suitable for your scientific and technological exploration." Creed said, and coincidentally, a foundation-based heavy turbine cannon began to roar, and a striking red light It illuminated the entire overtime and completely illuminated Kaur's strange face.

The laser cannon gradually dimmed after a burst of intensive shooting. It cooled down and recharged to fire. This time, the design successfully destroyed a Chaos destroyer. The ship exploded and disintegrated, and was falling into the planet from outside the atmosphere.

Kaul's huge blue mechanical eye in his left eye turned twice, "Indeed, but my mission cannot be terminated. I must complete my mission and mission."

As they spoke, an orbital bombardment shell fell down, hitting the void shield of the bastion heavily. Huge explosion flames rose from above their heads, and the midday sun-like flash completely illuminated both sides.

Creed looked at Caul and sighed. He looked at the well-equipped skitarii, "It's not easy for us to support your research now, Great Sage. You see, about half of the entire planet has been taken away by Chaos. , I don’t think it’s suitable for tourism.”

"Correct, 67.4% of this planet has fallen, but the most important Kalesa Plain is still under control. That place is on the edge of this bastion."

"I know that place, Great Sage. The question is, what is there that is worth the huge risk for you to go through the storm and plunge into this hellish place of ours? You know, we are probably going to be doomed." Creed said with a wry smile. , Kaul turned his head and looked at him mightily, as if he was analyzing him.

His mechanical eye turned several times counterclockwise and clockwise. Kaul's hand held a long scepter, and his fingers tapped the gold and copper scepter twice.

"I must complete the research, and I will try my best to ensure that Cadia will not fall before that." Call said, he raised his head and looked at the sky, and Creed also looked up.

He squinted his eyes to see through the flames of war above his head. He saw a red fleet at the far end of the planet's orbit. The fleet cut into the battlefield from above the astrolabe and plunged straight into the Chaos attacking fleet from the top.

Creed was startled. Those were indeed reinforcements, reinforcements from the Adeptus Mechanicus, and an entire exploration fleet had arrived.

"My exploration fleet and the Mechanical Ark of the Ohm Messiah's Voice will try their best to buy time. They will assist the Imperial Navy as much as possible, and my Skitarii will also complete their deployment as soon as possible."

Belisarius lowered his head as he spoke, and the countless mechanical legs under his huge body began to move. He slowly took a few steps forward, "According to the calculations of the war engine, the military power I brought cannot change the situation of the battle. We can only buy a certain amount of time. Chaos will still defeat us as time goes by, but now, our destruction time has been increased by 4 hours.”

"I hope these four hours can change something, Great Sage, the Mechanicus' program will not let you come to die." Creed said, seeing that Caul had arrived, the tall Great Sage bent down slightly. He raised his body and raised his completely mechanized palm.

A holographic image shot out from its palm, and the faces of Creed and the lieutenant were illuminated by the green light of the holographic image. They looked at the obelisk spinning in Caul's hands, a strange, but familiar one. Obelisk structure.

"I'm here for this. I think you know them." Caul said word by word. Creed raised his head in confusion and looked at the mechanical sage in front of him. "Of course I know them. They are everywhere on the Calesa Plains. All, we even call it Monument Plains, what is the value of this thing for you to risk getting here. "

Kaul's mechanical eyes turned a few more times, and he looked at Creed's face, "I can't tell you now, because I don't know yet, and the data results are not enough to make any results. I need to investigate and explore."

Creed frowned and looked at the oil man in front of him, "You almost risked suicide to break into the battlefield. At least you have an idea? What is the use of this thing?"

"I can't tell you." "I am the commander-in-chief of Cadia, the Great Sage. Unless you tell me, I will prohibit you from conducting research."

Facing the threatening words, the Skitarii soldiers behind Caul slowly raised their guns. Creed's adjutant also held down his pistol, but Creed raised his hand to signal him to let go.

The adjutant hesitantly obeyed the order and removed his hand from the butt of the gun. Creed turned his head and looked at Call, waiting for the result.

Belisarius Caul was silent for a moment. He looked at Creed who seemed to be thinking, or a calculation, but he did not let the Lord of the Castle wait for too long. Soon the strange "mechanical synthesis" "The sound" sounded again.

"This research result may change the direction of the war." "Cardia's?" "No, the entire war, the ten-thousand-year war between the Empire and Chaos."

Creed looked at the mechanical sage in front of him. He looked serious and said nothing. Caul waited silently for Creed's thoughts. The adjutant and Caul watched the castle master walk to the edge of the apron and looked outside the bastion. on the battlefield, looking at the rising anti-aircraft fire and the battlefield outside.

He took out a cigar from his arms, lit it and put it to his mouth. Creed bit the cigar and was silent for a while. A faint smoke blew out in front of him, but not long after, he turned around and stared directly at Caul.

"What is the extent of the impact?" Creed asked, and Caul's mechanical eyes moved and responded, "It's earth-shaking."

Creed took a drag from his cigarette and exhaled the smoke. He heard the ticking sound of the communicator and looked at the adjutant, who immediately took off the communicator from his belt and hung it to his ear.

He listened to the content, then looked at Creed with a frown, "The Eighth Regiment and the Bastion Guard are requesting support. They can hardly stand it anymore."

Creed nodded, put the cigar on the ground and stamped it out, "Go and study it, Great Sage, I will buy time for you."

Creed said and walked towards the deck exit, his adjutant following him.

Kaul looked at the leaving Lord of the Castle. He turned his head and walked onto his transport plane. Several skitarii also followed. As the door closed, the transport plane quickly ignited and took off and flew towards the square tip. Monument Plain.

Above the transport plane, the war was raging, and Cadia's time was running out.