Hawks from the Land of Light are calling me a dove and an undercover agent in the chat group.

Whether Lilith and Adam within Shinji Ikari are reliable or not, Uncle Kassadin's status will definitely protect him from being possessed.

The Chaos Gods may possess an ultimate level of mystery, but merely...

How could a blessed Astartes possibly possess such power? Kill them! Kill, kill, kill!

"Unit-01, wings deployed, field activated, spread, position, the entire Forging World, Lucius!"

Start with your ultimate move!

"Your Highness!"

Titus and Sergeant Sevis, behind them, shouted themselves hoarse, watching helplessly as Shinji Ikari charged straight out of the cruiser's landing planet. They had no choice but to accelerate.

"Hurry, hurry, hurry! Protect His Highness! Protect His Highness! Follow him! Speed ​​up to maximum power! Charge! Charge! Charge!"

The roar of space is unfolding.

On the ground, war raged, and Lucius, the champion of Forgrim, the chosen one of Slaanesh, and the former son of the emperor, was laughing heartily.

"Lucius, the World Forger, dares to share my name? Isn't that an invitation for me to dance with you? Why are you all so afraid now that I've actually come? Tsk tsk tsk..."

"The gods of chaos rejoice! Ah, it's been so long since we've had such a grand stage. Once we conquer your forging world, seize its resources, and take them all to Cadia, Father is already calling us. That will be the greatest spectacle to please the gods. Salty Fish."

"Although you have encountered unexpected resistance, this is the end for you, Belisarius Caul!"

Belisarius Caul!

The legendary sage of the Mechanicus, renowned among the imperial elite, is a legendary figure who has lived from ten thousand years ago to the present day. No one knows what his goal is, nor how much technology he has accumulated during those ten thousand years. All that is known is that he appears at irregular intervals in various locations throughout the galaxy.

And at this very moment, he was precisely in this world of forging!

Kaul's entire body is made of machinery, and his appearance is so unique and distinctive that no one can forget him after seeing him. The numerous mechanical parts on his body are one of the achievements of him as a great sage.

Flesh and blood are weak and feeble, while machinery soars to new heights.

But at this moment, in this forged world with its strong military foundation and the ability to single-handedly repel a massive Tyranid swarm, Caul finds himself in an extremely unfavorable situation.

Previously, the awakening of the Emperor had objectively reduced the barrier between the warp and the real universe, making it easier for the Chaos Gods to project their power into the physical universe.

Lucius, the chosen one of Slaanesh, set his sights on the planet that shared his name, coveting its resources.

They first secretly corrupted a portion of the planet's inhabitants. Lucius even used much knowledge and technology he had acquired elsewhere as bait, successfully inducing internal strife within the Mechanicus community, resulting in the local Great Sage being ambushed and beheaded.

After things descended into chaos, the only one left alive was a young sage who had just been promoted to sage a few days earlier, lacking sufficient prestige and power.

After that, the emperor's sons, who had been lying in wait for their chance, immediately began the ritual and successfully summoned a large number of demons to devour the world.

Fueled by internal strife and decapitation strikes, although the planet was strong enough to withstand the invasion of the Emperor's Son, or at least hold out until reinforcements arrived, it suffered repeated defeats because it could not exert its power and had no one to coordinate and command its forces.

It was at this moment that the great sage Belisarius Caul, who had recently been residing here, stepped forward.

"01010101..."

Looking at the arrogant and smug Lucius, Caul made a mechanical decision.

He originally came to trade some resources, but due to some reasons, he didn't bring many troops with him, and now is precisely the time when he is most vulnerable.

Because he is a well-known heretic in the Cult of Mechanics, it would be difficult for him to master the entire forging world in a very short time. It seems that this place is really beyond saving. Maybe, Run?

"Trying to escape? You can't escape, Great Sage."

Seeing Caul's intention to retreat, Lucius smiled contemptuously. The sons of the emperor from all sides had already pressed in, completely blocking the other party's escape route from all directions.

How exhilarating! To conquer one of the Empire's most important forging worlds and to kill one of the Empire's most powerful and renowned sages—once these two magnificent achievements are accomplished, he will surely receive even greater favor from that great Chaos God!

Kaul remained expressionless, already contemplating whether to use his trump card.

Every Mechanicus Sage and Archsage appears to be a fragile mechanical body, but unless they are ambushed and beheaded, who doesn't have some hidden trump cards? If pushed to the limit, they can sometimes be even more powerful than the Chapter Masters of Astartes.

If it were Forgrim himself, his body would be destroyed, and even his soul and spirit might not be able to escape. But it was just an Astartes champion and a group of imperial sons? He still had a chance.

The two sides are on the verge of conflict.

In that instant, a powerful sound resounded from space and spread down to the ground!

"Unit-01, wings deployed, field activated, spread, position, the entire Forging World, Lucius!"

hum!

Six golden, glittering, and dazzling golden wings, so striking that they immediately evoked images of a cursed being, plummeted down alongside the massive eighty-meter-tall body, crashing heavily onto the ground with a thunderous roar!

Lucius's expression unconsciously shifted to one of shock, almost...

He instinctively stepped back, almost blurting out the word 'Emperor,' but thankfully the dust cleared, and what came into view was not the human ruler, which allowed him to barely regain his composure.

"What is this thing? Belisarius Caul... When did you manage to develop this new type of Titan?"

Lucius immediately looked at Caul again. This divine machine, if it said it had nothing to do with the Cult of Mechanics, even if Caul dared to say so, he wouldn't believe it.

But Caul really didn't know.

His mechanical prosthetic eye immediately began scanning, and as more data from Unit-01 was transmitted back, this great sage who had lived for ten thousand years was stunned. This data, this is completely wrong. How could such a huge machine have such mobility?

Since ancient times, the Eldar Titans have been the most agile, with mobility far surpassing that of human Titans.

Even the Eldar Titans, with their highest mobility, are no match for this Unit-01, not even a tenth or a hundredth of its power!

This is not the most outrageous.

What's even more outrageous is that how could such a tiny machine possibly have such energy intensity and such a level of combat power?

Yes, eighty meters is indeed a lot, but compared to the Glory Queen warship, which is twenty or thirty kilometers long, it is far too small, not to mention the Empire's only Mountain Array or the Orcs' Mechanical Moon.

However, in his scan, the energy level of this Unit-01 was probably no less than that of the Yamajin, and at least it was definitely superior to that of the Queen of Glory battleship!

This is completely illogical. Although subspace exists, mechanics still follow a basic physical definition: the bigger, the stronger!

"Answer me, Belisarius Caul!"

Seeing the dazed Caul, Lucius, who was being ignored, scolded him again.

His words did bring Caul back to his senses, but Caul simply gave Lucius a reassuring look, remained silent, deployed his thrusters, took several steps back, and protected Unit-01 in front of him.

"You think one new Emperor-class aircraft can save the world? Dream on!"

Enraged, Lucius waved his hand, and his Titans and other large units immediately surged forward, while his warships in the air began attacking Unit-01.

However, all those attacks seemed to be intercepted when they got close to Unit-01, and even the explosions did not affect this divine machine in the slightest.

"Void Shield? No, that's not right, this isn't a Void Shield, what is it?"

Lucius's heart clenched; the unexpected made him a little worried. Fortunately, in order to break through this powerful forging world in one fell swoop, he brought all the troops he could muster.

It's just a single new Imperial-class Titan, and it doesn't even have any support troops by its side. With more of us against one, the advantage is in my hands!

Lucius's lips curled into a smile.

At that very moment, dust rose, the earth trembled, the Titan belonging to Chaos was torn apart, all defenses were ripped apart like white paper, and the six golden wings of Unit-01 projected six golden long-range beams of light, instantly piercing through the Chaos warship high in the sky.

The Hell Beasts and Demons on the ground that dared to attack Unit-01 were caught in the aftershocks of this one-sided crushing attack and were trampled to death by Unit-01, becoming obsolete on the spot.

The dust dispersed a second time.

Lucius's lips had just begun to curve into a smile, but it had already stiffened.

His communicator was ringing incessantly, with one bad military report after another. For some reason, the humans who had been suppressed by him suddenly regained their fighting spirit and were able to put up a good fight despite their great pain.

Unit-01 lowered its head, staring intently at Lucius, the chosen one of Slaanesh, whose smile had turned into a smile that was more like a grimace.

A stance can be used to defend against all attacks and resist everything; the more self-isolated one is, the stronger one becomes. This is the most typical usage, but it is only a basic one.

The essence of a stance is the light of the soul. He had already been given new knowledge and methods in this regard by Uncle Kasa. To this day, the stance of the God-Ascending Unit-01 can not only be used on himself, but can also be spread to others.

By adopting that stance, Shinji Ikari inspired the composure, courage, and patience of all the surviving humans on this forging planet.

This wasn't something created out of thin air; rather, he brought these people back to the peak of their lives—the time when they were most composed, courageous, and able to endure pain—temporarily returning them to their prime.

The Emperor's Son was originally only able to overwhelm the loyalists of the Empire by catching them off guard. Now that a large number of large units have been torn apart by Unit-01, and people have returned to their peak, they will naturally push back.

Lucius's face stiffened as he listened to the series of unfavorable battle reports coming through the communicator.

Because he knew that he would be next.

The 80-meter-tall Evangelion Unit-01, with firepower, physical strength, and mobility so high that it could easily tear apart an Emperor-class Titan, was about to launch an attack on him, an ordinary Astartes Champion!

Chapter 298 Guilliman: How did I become a cow?

"The Primarch has arrived!"

"All traitors must surrender immediately!"

"The Twenty-First Prince, the Great Primarch bestowed upon the Empire by the Emperor, Prince Shinji Ikari and his innate Unit-01 will sweep away all enemies of humanity!"

"We are the Primarch's personal guard and escort!"

"Long live the Primarch! Long live the Primarch!"

The sudden, loud noise from the loudspeaker reverberated throughout the entire foundry world.

Lucius stared in disbelief, looking up to see a Moon-class cruiser. Several Thunderhawks leaped out of the cruiser and, with utter fanaticism, stormed directly into the Mechanicus territory, seizing some instruments and spreading them, creating this commotion.

It was obvious that the other side was doing this to demoralize the Chaos faction and boost the morale of the Empire faction.

No.

Perhaps this is just a side effect, a one in ten thousand reason.

Most importantly, these guys can't wait to spread the word that "there is a great Primarch here, and we are the Primarch's honor guard," and to boast and brag about it to the fullest extent.

Don't think that Astartes have taken life lightly. For Astartes and the veteran loyalists of the Astral Army, honor is their lifelong pursuit. Being able to follow a Primarch is naturally the most praiseworthy achievement in one's life.

It's something to boast about, even if this Astartes could live until the Empire wipes out all its enemies, retire peacefully, live for a thousand years, develop dementia, and just keep babbling on and on. (Jingwu)

And inevitably, every day he would nag and repeat, "First appearance, I see the Primarch, the Primarch sees me, fight side by side, fight side by side, the Primarch loves me, I love the Primarch, guard, personal guard, hehehe, Primarch, Primarch, Primarch, I really love you so much!"

The foolish Astartes are so devout to their Primarchs, especially in this 40th century. Any loyal Primarch, except for the ambitious Guilliman, would be revered and loved by all the Astartes except the Dark Angels.

That is precisely why no Astartes would dare to, or would do, impersonate a Primarch's arrival.

That is to say!

"Holy crap, original!"

My brain is trembling!