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

Chapter 444: Belisarius Cawl's Great Work

Seth's words made Zhou Yun's mouth twitch.
He felt that if Seth continued to talk nonsense, his own mouth would lose its meaning.

However, Seth still knew to lower his voice so that only those who were close to him could hear him, and he did not challenge Guilliman's authority at this time.
In fact, if the two Primarchs did not have superhuman hearing, only Zhou Yun and Kahn would have heard it.
But unfortunately, all the Primarchs had superhuman hearing. A smile crossed Sanguinius's lips, but Guilliman remained calm.

"What is revealed next will dispel all your doubts." Guilliman emphasized in a serious and solemn tone.
The heavy door behind him opened with a rumble, revealing an oval space behind it.

Zhou Yun saw a figure among them
There were at least a hundred towering figures standing in the concave area in the middle of the oval space, like a group of gladiators standing in the arena waiting to perform.

Guilliman strode in with great strides, as if waiting to receive the gift of the Emperor's Ascension Day that he had been waiting for 10,000 years. The Imperial delegation, led by Zhou Yun and Sanguinius, followed closely behind him.

As soon as they entered, Zhou Yun and the others heard a sharp, exciting horn sound, brilliant, strange and catchy.
The corners of Zhou Yun's mouth twitched slightly. The rhythm of this horn was obviously the "Doraemon Song". Zhou Yun had used it as a hymn before.

A beam of light illuminated the front of the delegation. A gravity platform descended from the sky, and the Great Sage Belisarius Doraemon Cawl, as huge as a behemoth, emerged from it. His body was big enough to look the Primarch in the eye.

He just raised his metal arms under his robe, like a conductor unveiling the opening ceremony.
Exaggerated, gorgeous and with the unique style of Belisarius, Doraemon and Kaur.
"Welcome, dignitaries of the empire!"

Cawl switched his vocal cords, making his voice warm and gentle, quite suitable for a speaker. It felt as if he had collected Guilliman's voice data and was intentionally imitating Guilliman when speaking.

Ordinary people often view the Martian sages with stereotypes. They often think that the Martian sages must be mechanical, cold, rational and somewhat cruel.
In fact, many members of the Mechanicus do seek to become more like machines.
But Cawl was different. In the past, Cawl was actually a minority. He firmly believed that the Emperor was the Om Messiah. Since the Om Messiah appeared in human form, humans were the most perfect form among all machines, creatures, and spirits.
Therefore, Kaul always refused mechanical transformation and was proud to keep his human body.

In order to complete the mission assigned to him by Guilliman and the Emperor across the long ten thousand years, he had to transform himself into this inhuman and horrible appearance.

But even so, Caul's tough, tyrannical, and highly self-aware soul still allows him to maintain flexible and human emotions in his mechanical body.

For example, his strong self-esteem and love of exaggeration. Well, keeping a secret for ten thousand years must be a bit painful for Cole.

"You are more welcome, my comrade, the descendant of Om Messiah and the perfect creation, Lord Robert Guilliman!"

Cawl raised his voice and bowed to Guilliman, emphasizing the words "my comrade".

"Welcome to you as well, Master Roboute Guilliman's brother, Master Sanguinius, who is also the descendant of the Messiah of Om and a perfect creation."

Cawl bowed to Sanguinius with the same precise arc, and then bowed to Zhou Yun with an even deeper arc:

"I especially welcome and praise your visit, the first power of the universe, the source power flowing through all living beings, machines and spirits. You are not a god, but it does not affect your great original power. Praise Saint Doraemon!"

Kaul spoke in an almost flowery tone, but when he saw Zhou Yun's mortal body, a flash of sorrow flashed across his only remaining eye.

Every time he saw the body of the original power that was almost the same as that of a mortal, Cawl's non-existent heart would ache.
Om Messiah and the Primal Power both chose human bodies, which shows that Cawl's view ten thousand years ago was correct, and the human body is perfect.

And in order to complete the task, Kaul himself had to curl up in this pathetic mechanical body, which was really...
Kaul took a deep breath and manipulated the hormone regulating device in his body to suppress the sadness in his heart, allowing him to focus on his task again.
Ten thousand years' work is done,
He needed to present his work in glory to the world, to Lord Guilliman, and to the Primal Power.

Belisarius Dora Cawl turned around abruptly and pointed his metal arm at the one hundred Astartes standing in the arena behind him.

The bright pale lights illuminated the hundred Astartes,

They wore power armor with different paint jobs, blue, red, yellow, or purple, and their gene seeds seemed to come from different legions.

They seemed to have undergone a lot of training, standing in the arena, neat and uniform, like a military formation at a military parade.
If there is anything they have in common, it is their height.
They were a little too high for an Astartes.

Seth himself was a tall man among the Astartes, but compared to the group of Astartes displayed by Cawl, he seemed a little short.

This situation made Seth a little anxious.
In particular, some of these Astartes actually used the Blood Angels' paint scheme.
But Seth smelled nothing from them. Not the smell of blood thirst, not the smell of black rage.
"What did he do? What the hell are these guys?" Seth growled. "Is he trying to replace us with these things?"

Seth's fangs were slightly exposed.

After Sanguinius's return, the blood thirst was suppressed, and the black rage underwent subtle changes.

The Black Rage itself has almost no change in its incidence, but the warriors who fall into it enter a strange state, their souls seem to establish a connection with Sanguinius, and they seem to have become the incarnation of Sanguinius, powerful, holy, and unstoppable. The Black Rage is essentially the Sons of Sanguinius being affected by the essence of Sanguinius, that is, the echoes of Sanguinius's death, becoming a small part of the grand sacrifice of Sanguinius's death, connecting and merging with Sanguinius.
Now that Sanguinius has been resurrected, the dark and profound part of Sanguinius' essence has been swallowed up by Zhou Yun, and the dark part of Black Rage has also disappeared, turning into a pure fusion and connection with Sanguinius.

However, these new warriors do not smell of the Black Rage, they have no link to Sanguinius, and they do not have a blood thirst!
There was some unrest not only among Seth, but also among the Ultramarines, and even the non-Astartes mortals were in a panic.

Sanguinius was relatively calm, and so was Zhou Yun.

They all knew what these warriors were, and Zhou Yun was even looking forward to their appearance.
The appearance of these warriors marks the beginning of the Indomitable Crusade. At the same time, as the Indomitable Crusade marches to all parts of the galaxy,

The Indomitable Crusade will greatly reduce the range of Chaos forces. Traitors including Erebus can only be compressed into a smaller range.
With the support of the Indomitable Crusade, Zhou Yun could then quickly begin hunting down Erebus, both for revenge and punishment and to pursue the fate of the galaxy as predicted by the Emperor.

After all, Erebus can now move freely around the galaxy, and his range is too large. Zhou Yun is not interested in passively playing the cat and mouse game with him.

"Everyone, please bear witness!"

Belisarius Doraemon preached in a magnificent voice:
"Ten thousand years ago, Master Roboute Guilliman gave me a divine challenge to improve upon the creation of Om Messiah and iterate upon His Angel of Death."

"Now, I have completed this mission. The one standing before you is the next generation of Angel of Death, the successor of the Astartes."

"They are stronger, tougher, more flexible, and more loyal. They have also been implanted with three new enhanced organs that I designed, which correct many of their defects."

Belisarius Doraemon laughed out loud with pride at his creation:

"They are the Primaris Space Marines! Stronger, greater warriors!"

He didn't care about the atmosphere at all.
A dull, deathly dullness hung over the Ultramarines and the Blood Angels.
Fortunately for the Blood Angels, their sensibility made them firmly believe that their father would not abandon them.

As for the Ultramarines, their rationality made them realize that these Primaris Space Marines would replace them sooner or later. It was only a matter of time.

In other words, the Primaris was forged to replace them at the order of their Gene Father 10,000 years ago.

Bitterness spread in the hearts of the Ultramarines, and the Blood Angels moved slightly closer to Sanguinius as if for reassurance.

Guilliman also frowned slightly at Cawl. Cawl's speech was somewhat lacking in political awareness.
It is true that the emergence of the Primaris would inevitably cause resistance among the old Space Marines, but Cawl should at least be more cautious in his words and actions.

But what Cawl said was not without benefit. Guilliman could use Cawl's speech to put himself in the position of a sympathizer of the old version of Space Marines and make the transition smoother.

"Caw, there is no point in talking any more. Let us show the capabilities of these new warriors." Guilliman raised his voice and said, "My legion needs the best warriors, just as good and irreplaceable as those I have now!"

What a fucking political monster. Zhou Yun looked at Guilliman's speech and said to himself.

Kaur bowed deeply.

"My Lord, I know that many people are full of hatred towards my creations, and think that they are a defilement of the creations of Om Messiah."

"But this is wrong. They are completely based on the creation of Om Messiah. As an ancient Terran sage said: I am just standing on the shoulders of the Titans."

No, dear Great Sage Kaul, this is not what they are worried about. Zhou Yun complained silently in his heart, and then continued to watch Kaul vent his desire to perform.

"You will soon know the power of these Primaris Space Marines." Cawl turned and waved his hand, and dozens of heavy fighter servants suddenly rose up in the arena.

The Primaris Space Marines also put down their long-range weapons and engaged in close combat, where they could best demonstrate their capabilities, against these heavy fighter servants that Cawl had carefully designed.

Zhou Yun watched the battle with great interest, and couldn't help but ask Kahn and Seth beside him with curiosity:
"What do you think of these Primaris Marines?"

(End of this chapter)