Chapter 92 92, Come, Turn Carlos Into a Golden Double-Headed Eagle

The great sage Caul walked out of the temporary emergency room set up for Guilliman in the dark world.

Almost all of his biological organs have been replaced by cold machinery, and he has spent tens of thousands of years in this body.

In such a long period of time, he has long been wiped out of all emotions, and the same cold mechanical heart carries only commitment and loyalty.

He is walking on a lonely road like a cold machine. It is difficult for anyone to see the expression of humanity from a cold machine.

But when he walked out of Guilliman's emergency room, he could still feel the deep sadness from the great sage.

"Call, how is the regent's current situation?"

The leader of the Death Army, Everene, came over with a team of Eldar prophets.

"It's very bad." Kaul shook his head. His voice was still like a cold machine, but anyone could hear the powerlessness revealed in his words at this moment.

"The poison has invaded the body for the second time, and the armor can no longer heal the regent's wound. Although the nuns' force field can prevent the wound from worsening, it cannot eradicate it. We must find a new way to treat the original body."

"It's so serious!"

Efreni took a deep breath and walked toward the emergency room with an anxious look on her face.

In the prophecies of the Eldar prophets, Guilliman is most likely the one destined to save the Eldar. Therefore, the leader of the Death Army is not only concerned about the original body, but also the entire Eldar.

But when she opened the door to the emergency room, what was waiting for her was the black muzzle of a bolter.

"Why?"

Evelene raised her hands to show that she meant no harm, then frowned and asked.

"Spirit girl, I advise you not to move."

A narrowing voice sounded, and after the voice fell, a battle nun with black hair and black eyes appeared in front of Efreni - Shivara, the current captain of the Mind Guard. She used to be full of personality, and by the standards of a nun, she was even more willful and deviant. As a result, an entire squad of Space Marines was killed due to her fault during a battle.

From then on, she took the initiative to apply to become a nun of redemption, and used physical and mental torture to wash away her sins. It was not until she joined the Heart Network that she found the path to redemption again, and her personality gradually began to return. But what is different from the past is that now she is a mature and determined warrior.

"You are hindering the treatment of the primarch, Sister, are you not afraid of being punished for it?"

"Wow, I'm so scared!" Faced with Efreni's question, Shivala raised her hands in an exaggerated manner, and then her face turned serious.

"It's useless for you to tell me this. Before my master's order is given, I can't let you step into this room!"

Shivara warned sternly that aliens and heretics are equally abominable in the eyes of Imperial warriors and are not worthy of trust at all.

Even Efrenie, who seemed to have a close relationship with the regent, was no exception in her eyes.

"you!."

Even the leader of the Death Army, who was well-educated, was so angry that his breathing was slightly rapid at this moment. She never imagined that there would be such a ruffian-like guard captain next to that unsmiling Highness.

Evelene wanted to say something more, but at this moment,

"Bang" "bang" "bang".

The sound of heavy footsteps and the dragging sound of a giant thing sounded at the same time.

Then Efreni saw a giant wearing heavy power armor, almost three times her height, dragging a giant strange bird like a hill, walking quickly in her direction.

That's the All-Changing Demon Lord Carlos the Fateweaver!

After seeing the huge thing being dragged clearly, Efreni felt her heartbeat stopped for half a beat, and the anger that had just been ignited in her heart suddenly calmed down like water.

Accompanying the appearance of the giant was the smell of blood that was so rich that it almost reached the extreme. The strong sense of suffocation made the leader of the powerful Death Army somewhat suffocated.

Fortunately, during this period of time when she was stunned, the giant spoke first, so that she did not appear rude.

"Stop being ridiculous, Shivara, Evrene is Guilliman's guest."

The approaching giant was none other than Dukel. The original body's keen perception allowed him to clearly hear the conversation between the two from a long distance away.

"Yes, Your Highness." Shivara almost jogged to greet him, stood obediently behind the original body, and secretly said hello to Efilar who was standing aside.

Efilar responded with a gentle smile.

"Your Highness Dukel, we must transfer the regent to the stasis field as soon as possible, and then seek the help of our prophets to find a way to rescue the original body."

Efreni said eagerly, but her words once again made the loyal soldiers of the empire look at her angrily.

What does it mean to seek help from the Eldar prophets? Doesn’t that mean that the human empire is incompetent? !

Although Efreni probably did not mean this, the arrogance she inadvertently displayed made everyone present very unhappy.

"It doesn't have to be like this." Duker was very calm about this. "I have received revelation from the Emperor and know how to save Guilliman."

After he finished speaking, he dragged Carlos into the emergency room. When he entered the door, the two bird heads of Fate Weaver bumped heavily against the metal door frames on both sides, making a dull collision sound.

After hearing the words of the Primarch, the surrounding Imperial warriors showed admiration on their faces and admired His Majesty's great power in their hearts.

As for the Eldar Prophet? The Astartes commented on him - not as good as a strand of the Emperor's hair.

"But."

Evelene wanted to say something else.

But was stopped by Efilar.

"Thank you for your concern for the Regent, Miss Evelene."

"But please stop here, my Lord is treating his brother."

As a saint who was blessed and infused with almost the same thoughts as Dukel, she knew very well that the Primarch did not want to be disturbed next.

Evelene could only be blocked outside the emergency room helplessly.

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In the emergency room, Dukel was performing an operation that was no less than a delicate surgery.

For him, absorbing the original essence of a great demon was simple. But it was difficult to extract the original essence of the great demon, transform it, and then infuse it into armor or weapons.

It was even more difficult to infuse such a huge amount of energy without bursting the armor.

Because of this, the chainsaw sword he used was only infused into a small demon.

Dukel extracted Carlos' essence like peeling a cocoon, and slowly infused it into Guilliman's armor of destiny.

This process was extremely slow.

After a full day, the operation was completely completed.

The armor of destiny also changed significantly. Although there was no obvious change in appearance, the smooth surface of the power armor and the ripples on it from time to time made it full of mystery.

And on the shoulder armor, there was a conspicuous golden double-headed eagle logo, on which the soul fire between illusion and reality was burning.

This was the insurance that Dukel put on this power armor. Once the armor was out of his control one day, the soul fire in it would explode instantly and completely destroy it.

When this armor of destiny was renewed, it also meant that Carlos in Duke's hands was completely destroyed.

This arrogant demon, at this moment, seemed to have been drained of all his flesh and blood, leaving only a withered corpse.

But Duke did not even intend to let go of this corpse. He turned around and handed it to the hands of the Psychic Guard.

"Go find a craftsman to paint this corpse with gold paint, make it into a golden double-headed eagle specimen, and hang it on the Fire of the Soul."

"This will be one of my proud collections."

Duke said with a smile.

Set a fixed time and update at 8 o'clock in the evening.

I stayed up all night on New Year's Eve and couldn't write during the day. I will only write two chapters today.

I wish you all a happy new year.

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Currently owed: 30,000 words. I will try to clear it by the end of the month.