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"As for my actions just now... let me put it this way. I want to research the Blood Angels' issues regarding the Crimson Thirst, so those two ships are just a stepping stone."

Sandales did not respond to Cawl, but let him walk towards the Iron Wraith.

Cawl is worthy of his title of genius. His rationality, enterprising spirit and pioneering spirit in knowledge are indeed much better than those of the Mechanicus on Mars.

He regards the exploration of technology and knowledge as a hobby, while those guys on Mars are just mechanically carrying out the action of collecting all knowledge.

This is essentially different.

After silently bidding farewell to Salazar in his heart, Sandales also left with Kaul, carrying the ceramic steel box containing the World Breaker in his hand.

Following him were the eighteen Holy Blood Guards and more than a hundred veterans from the first company of the two regiments.

When Sandales actually saw Cawl's Iron Wraith, he was briefly stunned.

He had seen extremely large warships before, but the mechanical ark in front of him was even larger than those he remembered.

Perhaps only ships of the Imperial battleship class can rival it.

"See? This is my flagship."

"It is equipped with the best technology I could find. Its weapons are more powerful than those of ordinary Imperial warships, and its range is also longer. At the same time, the power limit of its void shield generator is much higher than that of other ships of the same class."

"One nova cannon, four light spear arrays, and two conventional weapon arrays. My improved firepower configuration also includes a large number of missile launchers and space torpedoes. This terrifying firepower will easily crush any enemy warship."

Sandales and the veterans who accompanied him looked around the huge ark. It was the first time for them to enter this special type of Mechanicus ship.

Generally speaking, this type of mechanical ark is considered part of the Mechanicus's knowledge exploration plan.

Each mechanical ark is often led by a great exploration sage who is respected by everyone, and travels to those lost planets to pursue what they dream of.

It could be a still-working Stc template, or some other form of Dark Ages relic or alien technology unknown to others.

In short, each complete mechanical ark is almost equivalent to a miracle of industrial technology. Even the entire Martian Mechanicus has not been able to find more ark ships.

"It's truly astonishing, the actual physical mass of these massive ships must have been astonishing."

Sandiles followed Cawl as he walked through the corridors of the Iron Wraith. Being extremely sensitive to soul fluctuations, he could clearly sense that the battleship's machine soul had already been activated.

The other party seemed to be able to detect the different soul fragments in his body.

Kaul was very pleased with Sandales's admiration. For him, this was a respect for knowledge and technology, as well as a praise for this great industrial miracle.

"The extreme mass of these ships is so terrifying that they even generate their own gravity fields, acting like unstable satellites."

"The massive engines of each mechanical ark alone are heavier than the entire physical mass of an ordinary frigate. The warships have built-in factories. As long as there are sufficient raw materials, they can produce any war machinery you need at any time."

"It also has a built-in experimental field and gene chamber. This is also where I created the Destiny Armor."

"This ship is like a mobile hive city."

Under the guidance of Caul, Sandiles wandered around in the complex structure inside the mechanical ark, and finally boarded the bridge of the entire ship.

The Holy Blood Guards and veterans who boarded the ship with him stayed outside the bridge. In their words, they wanted to better ensure that no one could get close to the area where Sandales was.

The bridge is proportional to the volume of the ship itself, and the size of the bridge space is also far beyond the imagination of Sandales and others. It is like a huge laboratory.

Various huge detection instruments, image projection equipment like sealed boxes, different types of operation panels and information processing centers.

Every corner you see is filled with the charm of pure machinery itself.

Compared to the style of other Mechanicus Magos who wanted to turn their ships into an Omnissiah Cathedral, Cawl's ships were more like real warships.

At least the incense burners or bells did not appear in his sight, nor were there any traces of the yellow candles that were seen everywhere in the church.

"Your situation here really surprised me. In my impression, the people of the Mechanicus seem a bit... fanatical. They basically want to turn their ships into large churches."

"Your place is completely different. If I had to find an appropriate word to describe it... it would be pure."

Kaul did not show much obvious reaction to Sandiles' words, but the slightly accelerated arc of electricity flashing across his body exposed his true condition at the moment.

Unlike most of the Mechanicus's sages today, he had witnessed the glorious days of the Great Crusade.

He had seen warships covering the sky and the sun under the leadership of the Emperor, and he had also seen all the Primarchs gathered together and walked on the mortal world in the past.

“I tend to be more of an innovator than my colleagues who keep collecting all their knowledge.”

"I am different from them. They may like to call themselves sages or priests, but I prefer to call myself a scientist. This word is hardly used in this era, but in the past, this word symbolized rationality and progress."

Kaul's sound array system was obviously active at this time.

In his opinion, only an intelligent being at the level of the Primarch could see his true value.

Simply collecting knowledge is not enough to save the human empire. Only creation and progress are the only way to salvation for the human empire now.

Everything in the past has become too old-fashioned and unwilling to change. If this continues, the human empire will eventually fall into the abyss.

"As far as I remember, someone like you must have endured quite a few accusations of heresy from your colleagues."

Faced with this, Cawl just smiled twice with a hint of deep meaning, then walked to the ship's main control position and gave the order to the Iron Wraith to set sail.

"Their accusations of heresy are like children playing house. A group of naive children discover that someone who disagrees with them has appeared in the group, and they plan to collectively isolate that person."

"I am the Omnissiah's true servant. I have closely studied the Emperor's work and wish to emulate him in re-enacting the ancient art of scientific reasoning."

"This is by no means heresy. In fact, I believe that the proper use of the Omnissiah's tools, rather than falling into fanatical and foolish dogma, is the true glory bestowed upon the Omnissiah and his creations. It's like making the best use of everything, isn't it?"

The huge ship body of the Iron Wraith gradually left Valentino's low-Earth orbit. Sandales didn't know whether Salazar was looking up at the sky at this moment, watching him leave.

But one thing he is very clear about is that Valentino will never again experience the chaos it is experiencing today.

All the insect-like nobles died, and all the chaos in the lower nest was also wiped out in the battle.

All obstacles standing in the way of Salazar's reforms on Valentino have been cleared for a planetary governor of his ability.

This moment is by no means the end of silence, but a broad stage for starting all over again.

The inefficient planetary government can undergo drastic changes, and no one will stop Salazar from pushing Valentino onto the path of progress.

The planet will change.

Maybe when I return to Valentino next time, I can see the second Macragge in this universe?

"By the way, there's something I haven't asked you. You said you made two promises with Guilliman. The first was to resurrect him. What was the second?"

Sandiles looked at Kaul with a little doubt. This outstanding scientist must be doing something small behind the scenes.

For example, using chicken feathers as a token of authority is something Kohl must have done.

"The scope of the second promise is a bit larger. The current Astartes are no longer enough to support the high-intensity expeditionary plan that may be planned after the Primarch returns. Therefore, the Lord of Ultramar once asked me to take the gene-seed of all 20 legions to create new Astartes warriors."

"I call them the Primaris Astartes."

Sandales had been listening quietly to Cawl's explanation of the second promise he had made with Guilliman, but when he heard the words "all 20 legions", even he couldn't help but squint his eyes.

To be precise, he and the Warmaster Horus in the Sea of Souls narrowed their eyes.

He knew that Guilliman had bad intentions. This guy had secretly obtained the gene seeds that should have been erased.

As early as the Great Crusade, these brothers suspected that Guilliman was treacherous, guarding his own world of Ultramar 500 every day, and wanted to expand the size of the Ultramarines Legion to the total number of other legions combined, as if he wanted to establish a second empire on the spot.

Now, this guy has even got hold of the gene seeds in secret. If the new Primarch Sandales had not returned first, could he have expanded the scale of training and prepared 20 legions that belonged only to Guilliman?

Sandales naturally heard everything Horus was thinking, but what made him laugh even more was that Sanguinius next to him was almost hiding his head under the table.

Perhaps Horus, the Warmaster of the Human Empire, did not know that sitting next to him was the "Emperor" of the Second Empire.

Fortunately, the inner thoughts of the different Primarch fragments in the Sea of Souls cannot be communicated with each other, otherwise Horus would probably want to bang his head against the wall now.

"Where are they now?"

"The number is too large, and I have hidden them in different places. Only after I fulfill my first promise to the Lord of Ultramar will I hand over those Primaris Space Marines to him."

Having said that, Kaul seemed to look at Sandiles a little slowly, as if hesitating about what he should say.

"You must understand me. I do not have your gene-seed, and therefore cannot help you build those Primaris Astartes that belong only to you."

"You do look a lot like the Archangel Sanguinius, but you are definitely not him. You are a new entity."

"How about giving me a copy of your genetic sequence, and then I can secretly build a new legion for you?"

Cawl's words suddenly made Sandales want to laugh. This guy really had his own little thoughts. It seemed that Guilliman couldn't make Cawl really obey his orders.

"As an innovative scientist like you, who has imitated the Emperor's past experiments, haven't you done something out of the ordinary?"

"No, you have to believe me, I am loyal."

"I know you're loyal, but you must have had your own little tricks. I don't believe you didn't create an individual with all the genetic sequences."

Although there was no expression on Kaul's face, the electric current jumping through his body revealed his inner thoughts.

He did create one special individual, a powerful Astartes whom he called the First of the Primaris.

He added all his gene sequences into his body.

This also includes the genetic sequences of the rebel legions... as well as the genetic sequences of the Second and Eleventh Legions, about which no information had been found ten thousand years ago.

But the Primaris One could not let the Lord of Ultramar know, otherwise his trust in him would inevitably be shaken.

However, he still had some doubts as to why Guilliman had their genetic sequences.

The Second and Eleventh Legions should have been wiped out before Guilliman's return to the Primarch's ranks.

Even Warmaster Horus found few traces of them, so how did Guilliman find any?

Originally, Kohl planned to keep the secret, but seeing Sandiles' increasingly determined eyes and the increasingly subtle smile on his face, even he couldn't hide it in the end.

"Well, I admit that I did create such a unique individual, but he is not on this ship at this time. I left him in the slumber of the Primaris Astartes."

"I knew that a scientist with innovative ideas like you wouldn't be so bound by the status quo."

"I hope you can keep this secret for me. In exchange, I can fulfill one of your requests within my ability."

What I'm waiting for is your words.

If Cawl had seen the glorious days of the Great Crusade ten thousand years ago, he should also know some information about the rebellious legion.

The survivors of the Sons of Horus could not have been only those under the Chaos Warmaster Abaddon. There must be Sons of Horus who were unwilling to accept the power of the Four Gods and were still wandering in the universe.

Horus's real goal in the past was to overthrow the Empire, not to allow the Warp to override the Empire, but Abaddon has clearly embarked on Horus's old path and become a tool in the hands of the Four Gods.

So there must be people who refuse to obey his orders. You must know that they are the Sons of Horus, not the Sons of the Four Gods. The remnants who refuse to obey Abaddon's orders must be loyal only to Horus.

Then these people would become the foundation for him to rebuild the Luna Wolves in the name of Horus. Anyway, the fragments of Horus' soul were all in his body, so he and the Emperor should have no objection.

"It's not difficult for me to help you keep the secret, but I need you to help me complete one thing. You have the gene seed of the Luna Wolf, right?"

Hearing this, Kaul nodded.

He did have the gene-seed of the Luna Wolf in his hands, but why was Sandales asking about this?

"That's good. The thing is, someone might need your help rebuilding his legion."

"Someone? Who is it?"

Cawl watched Sandales walk towards the ceramite box. He couldn't imagine who needed him to rebuild the Luna Wolves. It couldn't be the warrior from the past...

"Of course...me."

Before this thought could completely flash through his mind, the shadow of the past appeared in his field of vision, and he instantly grabbed the power tomahawk next to him.

Horus!!

Wasn't he supposed to die on the Vengeful Spirit???

At this time, control of the body had been briefly handed over to Horus by Sandales.

As he picked up the World Breaker with his left hand, his temperament suddenly changed, and almost instantly he recalled the shadow of the horrific war ten thousand years ago.

If the body standing in front of him definitely belonged to Sandales, he would probably have launched an attack directly.

"Look how scared you are! If that's all you have, how can you shoulder the responsibility of reviving the human empire?"

"Shut up. You should know the reason why the Human Empire needs to be revived."

Originally, Horus wanted to mock Cawl for helping Guilliman secretly do something, but the other party blocked his next topic with just one sentence.

"Don't waste time, just say what you want to say."

Another voice??

Is it Sanguinius's this time?

Kaul now felt that his processing center was about to burn out, and he couldn't understand what was happening in front of him.

He saw three different souls in one person?!

Two of them are even dead!!