I'm in Warhammer, please don't praise Doraemon

Chapter 248 The damn fearless flying in the sky? ?

Tanuki? Primarch?
Reina listened to Greyfax's words, and her expression became slightly strange.
This familiar taste, this familiar style, this blasphemous operation that should have been burned on the white phosphorus stake from the Great Crusade to the Fall of Cadia,
Even if Lena used her not-so-smart brain to think about it, this was definitely Zhou Yun.
Zhou Yun! He is on this planet and has been keeping an eye on the expedition team!
When did it start? As soon as the expedition landed on this planet? Or earlier?
How did he know the expedition's movements? Some kind of magical prop?

Does he know the purpose of the great sage Belisarius Cawl?
Why did he only help the expedition in secret? Was he planning to hide in the dark and plot against Abaddon?

A series of thoughts popped up in Reina's mind, but she couldn't find answers to any of these questions.

Not only Reina, but also the great sage Belisarius Cawl beside Reina seemed to be in a state of brief shock.

Until Celestine slowly said: "The God of All Machines is helping us."

"The Lord of All Machines again?" Greyfax's voice became slightly sharper. "Then why did he steal the appearance of the Primarch Roboute Guilliman?"

"Does Robert Guilliman have anything to do with us or the Pandora?"

"I think it's some kind of blasphemous wizard who cooperates with you——"

"No!"

Belisarius Kaul's voice suddenly sounded, cold and low.
But everyone present could hear the anger in his voice, directed at Greyfax.

He seemed to think that Greyfax's words insulted the God of All Things.

"Great Sage——"

Before Greyfax could finish his words, the great sage Belisarius Cawl took a step forward, his huge body almost covering Greyfax.

A slender mechanical tentacle suddenly extended from his complex mechanical body, with a sharp needle at the end of the tentacle.

"I want to read your memory and see with my own eyes whether it is an abomination or the God of All Things."

"." Greyfax lowered his head almost without hesitation and silently agreed to the request of the great sage Belisarius Cawl.

The spike at the end of Belisarius Cawl's mechanical tentacle pierced Greyfax's neck, but Greyfax didn't even make a sound.
The great sage's mechanical eyes were constantly flashing with data points.
The expression on the remaining half of his face kept changing.

First there was doubt, then seriousness, then surprise, and finally piety.

"There is no doubt that the will of the God of All Things is in it."

Belisarius Kaul said seriously:
"Based on this memory alone, I cannot make a more specific judgment."

Greyfax clenched his teeth slightly.

"Great Sage——"

"Judge."

Before Greyfax could even begin to speak, he was interrupted by Belisarius Cawl:

"Are you questioning my judgement?"

"Do you think that I, the Lord of Forge and servant of the God of All Machines, am incapable of judging the glory of the God of All Machines?"

"Inquisitor, I have been serving the God of All Machines as an apprentice since before the first Inquisitor was born."

"My soul once merged with that of Azekar Sandani, the designer of the black shell of the Astartes."

"I have spoken in memory with the Om Messiah whom you call the Emperor, and received the sacred work from him."

"I have personally witnessed the appearance of several Primarchs such as Robert Guilliman, Rogal Dorn, and Jaghatai Khan, and have forged weapons for them."

"And you, an Inquisitor whose body is controlled by alien nanomachines, dare to question my judgment?"

Greyfax was speechless.

As an Inquisitor, her power is theoretically unlimited within the Empire.
But theory is just theory, there are still a small number of people who cannot be overwhelmed by the power of the Inquisitor.

The great sage Belisarius Cawl happened to be one of them.

As he said, he was serving Om Messiah and the Emperor before the first Inquisitor was born.

Even Greyfax couldn't use his power as an Inquisitor to force it.
And if she did, the expeditionary force would undoubtedly be split.

"Don't you see?"

Belisarius Kaur's tone became a little gentler, as if he was teaching an ignorant child:

"Can a normal Dreadnought have such a speed? That is undoubtedly the authority of the Primal Power. He gave the power armor and weapons of the twenty-two warriors powerful power!"

"There is no warp in that. There is only pure, material, real-world dynamics." Greyfax was speechless.

She knew that what Belisarius Cawl said was right, and she did not sense the existence of the power of the warp in that memory.
But some corruptions are always hidden deep and the memory may not be unmodified.
But Greyfax knew that she could only temporarily submit to the decision of the great sage Belisarius Cawl.
"So, what we're going to do next——"

"Move forward, of course, keep moving forward."

For the third time, before Greyfax could finish his words, he was interrupted by Belisarius Cawl:

"The will of the God of All Things has removed an obstacle for us. How can we stop moving forward?"

There was a gleam in Belisarius Cawl's mechanical eyes.

His tone was full of the longing of a pilgrim.
Greyfax's face twisted slightly, but she said as calmly as she could: "We can't move on."

"The Black Legion already knows our location. If we continue to move forward blindly, we will only be surrounded and attacked from both sides."

"This fortress is pretty good. Although it is an alien thing, it is strong enough to stop the pursuers behind us."

“She’s right.” Celestine said softly, agreeing with Greyfax’s suggestion.

Greyfax was somewhat surprised that Celestine would support him.

"We need people to stay here," Celestine continued.

Greyfax nodded in agreement.

"I'll do it." Captain Kallain, who had remained silent all this time, spoke up.
He held the Blood Angels' holy relic, the Hammer of Baal, and was followed closely by more than 40 Blood Angels Terminators.
Everyone knows that there is no hope of staying here.

With the Black Legion's absolute numerical advantage, it was impossible for the more than 40 Blood Angels to hold out.
But no one objected, because everyone in the expeditionary force knew that they had to have someone to guard the fortress.

Otherwise, the expeditionary force would be attacked from both sides by the pursuers behind and the black army that had just landed in front of them.

The expeditionary soldiers, except for the Blood Angel Captain Kallain, took a brief rest and then set out into the endless sea of ​​snow, following Celestine.

Karen watched them leave and disappear in the snow.
He tightly grasped the Hammer of Baal in his hand. A snowflake slowly fell on his face and then melted in the heat raised by the Terminator Power Armor.
雪.
Karen looked up at the sky.

When Kalain was a teenager, snowflakes were just a legend.
There was no snow in the sky of Baal, not even clouds were seen.
He still remembers the excitement he felt when he first arrived as a new soldier and saw snow on another planet.

The boundless white that covers the entire world seems to extend to the end of the world, making people forget that they are in a universe.

But after two hundred years of service, Calen became tired of these beautiful sights and began to miss the sky of Baal.

The two satellites of Baal II and Baal I are faintly visible in the sky with a faint orange-yellow hue, and when night falls, the stars will twinkle around them.
Kallain even remembered that one night, Captain Dante once stared at the starry sky in a trance, and then suddenly pointed at the stars with his hands and told the name of each star, just like the knowledgeable elders in the Baal tribe.
I wonder what the sky of Baal is like now, is it obscured by the swarm of insects or is it the same as before?

Is the Chapter Master still enduring the thousand-year-long battle?
Has Cobrough found a cure for his bloodthirst and black rage?

Is Lord Mephiston still as gloomy as death?
If it weren't for his mission, Kalean would have hoped to die in the sands of Baal and have his remains buried in the hot gravel.
Kallain's thoughts were in a mess, but at this moment, black dots appeared in the sky, densely packed like flies.
Chaos Raptor!

Black Legion units equipped with jump packs.

Calan's bionic right eye quickly identified the enemy falling from the sky. It was obvious that the Black Legion had chosen an aerial offensive in the face of the Eldar fortress, which was easy to defend but difficult to attack.
After all, the anti-aircraft firepower in the fortress was disabled by the long years of ten thousand years and the impact of the birth of the Dark Prince.

"Blood Angels, prepare yourself."

Captain Kallain clenched the Storm Bolter in his hand and said to the more than 40 Astartes Terminators of the First Company of the Blood Angels behind him.
"Okay." A voice as clear as the morning light of Baal sounded behind Kallain, and Kallain's soul trembled inexplicably.
That voice was definitely not from one of the forty or so Terminators following him.
Kallain was about to turn his head to look behind him, but at this moment, blood-red figures suddenly appeared in the sea of ​​snow.
Those figures, with strange small propellers on their backs, flew straight into the sky regardless of the wind and snow, with an initial speed faster than a jump pack.
What confused Karen the most was,
He saw a black-painted Dreadnought with a pale yellow propeller on the coffin lid. It flew into the sky in a way that was contrary to the laws of physics and started fighting with the Chaos Raptor in the air.

"Batboy! Look at Castle! And get out of the sky!"

"Think clearly about whose Primarch has wings! The sky belongs to Sanguinius!"

Kallain stared blankly at the Death Link that was harvesting Chaos Raptors at an extremely fast speed in the sky.

It is Death Company's fearless "Cursed Casso",
Am I black angry?! Sanguinius is above! The damn Dreadnought is flying in the sky!
Kallain turned his head in confusion and looked towards the place where the sound came from.

He saw a man wearing a peaked cap and with a white pocket on his stomach.

Karen soon realized that he was the Ryan Russ, or Zhou Yun, whom he had met in Asford.

Zhou Yun smiled slightly and motioned for Karen to look at his side.

Next to Zhou Yun stood a tall figure wearing a linen robe and a hood covering his face.

The figure raised his head slightly, his face slightly exposed in the snow.

Kallain's soul was shocked, and a great emotion and power burst out from the blood of Sanguinius in his body.

(End of this chapter)