Chapter 599 The Iron Warriors Never...
*Warning: Old man fans are careful
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"Some people always say optimistically to me that they firmly believe that this damn status quo is not the emperor's intention, but a temporary emergency measure that was forced to do.
I am almost unable to face them with hope and hope that I will tell them that everything and life will become better after the war, and that they will live and work in peace after peace.
You have worked as a father, king and god for at least 30,000 years, and you have always been in a high position for yourself. But during this period, only masterpieces that describe intrigue, betrayal, conspiracy, murder, brothers' strife and father and son can be cited at least 1,000 or even 10,000.
Have you really read them well? Is your pride of memory just a treasure house? What exactly have you learned in your endless life?
And you didn't even prepare a record for yourself that would be betrayal, die unexpectedly or be unable to manage the board before such a big move. You only know how to blindly ask us for sacrifice, more sacrifice, and endless sacrifice! What is the difference between your demand for faithfulness by sacrifice and the Moro who is a sacrifice?
My sons... I can no longer bear the heavy weight of death with so many dreams... You may be one of the most powerful psychics I have ever seen, but you are definitely a very bad father and an absolutely unqualified commander.
I think you are used to your opponent being always charmed by your ability and handing over your army and then falling down so easily after they believe your words. So for so long, you have not developed any positive and ordinary combat thinking. Once you encounter stronger enemies, you will not be able to fight against the wind.
Victory is what we achieve, and we offer it to you. ——Even if you read the things that you instill into the minds of poor boys yourself. I can't stand it anymore. If this continues...how can I...it must find a way... maybe...brothers...help..."
——An unsigned fragment of ancient Gothic notes was discovered and sealed by archaeological members of the Tianming Steel in the wreckage of the unknown Queen of Glory battleship
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So, on the afternoon of the next sunlight was adjusted to imitate the ancient Terra at 2:00 p.m. at 121 degrees east longitude 37 degrees north latitude, Belisari Kaul's request for an audience was approved. It is not ruled out that Mr. Ramizane Carlosini himself actually wanted to take a closer look at the great sage who gave the nickname "Doraicauer" by his hometown man - but why he had to add a request to see him alone in the box with the "Burning after reading" at the back, otherwise he would not be able to offer the most amazing gift.
"It's not that he wants to offer that, right?" He wondered when discussing with his beloved Border Collie, "Isn't that Kiriman's job? Can we take this big plate? I'm a little worried," he said optimistically, "If the soldiers come and the generals come and cover the water and the soil... It's not necessarily the case that Belisarius Kaul wants to assassinate me."
Although Peturabo could have guessed that Belisaliu Kaor might be hiding something so mysteriously and secretly, the remnants of some knowledge that Ramizane didn't know made him happy at all.
"Look at what he intends to say first," he said. "If he really intends to hand over the original casting technology and the improved Astartes that have been stored for 10,000 years, and carry a few key items with him, we need to control him to a certain extent. This time we must not let him run around like this."
"But he is not like the kind of person who will be under control at all, right? As far as I know, his Ark Explorer King is a completely cast ship that is very unreasonable to self-produce, so he can run around the Milky Way."
Pertulabo BC looked at Ramizane gloomy, then jumped off his seat, jumped to the other party's knee, stretched his limbs - his full-time shovel, which immediately consciously used two parallel 37-degree constant temperature multi-angle dermal massage heads for him to kill the chicken from the back of his head.
"You remember nothing wrong with this." The warm animal with black and white fur narrowed her eyes and raised her head in the sun to signal her to scratch his chin. The golden glimmer refracted colorful glimmers from his shiny hair tips. "Belisari Kaul is a big trouble."
"But he is quite loyal so far, right?"
"But the biggest problem with Belisari Kaul is not his loyalty."
"What is that?"
"But it is..." Pertulabo BC thought for a while, and stood up, shaking himself evenly from the tip of his nose to the tip of his tail, becoming more fluffy. "To put it more euphemistically, it is his birth, his experience, his poor memory, his great courage and such high yields as a sunfish. The one alone is not a problem, and even both are acceptable, but unfortunately he has concentrated all of the above."
"Ah? What?"
"We will know soon. If necessary, I will explain them to you after the meeting, which is not something that can be said in a few words, and I cannot and will not tell you some taboo knowledge until I know exactly 'him', which is harmful or not good for us."
Pertulabo BC stretched out his forelimbs and opened his flesh pads. Then he jumped off his knees, walked to the door of the suite, stood up skillfully and opened the door lock with his front paws. Before entering, he stopped, "Anyway, it's not a short time. I'll go next door to wait for your meeting to end. If you don't know how to answer, just shut up and ask me in your heart."
"No problem. You are so capable, considerate and handsome, my Peturabo! The most perfect puppy in the universe!"
"...Don't add the last noun every time. I will think your praise sounds more pleasant."
With the last swing of the raised white tail tip, the door was closed, and then the tiny crack of the door slowly merged into the paint around the wall.
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Belisari Kaul never thought he was not the same person as the cloned young man born in the Mars cultivation trough ten thousand years ago, nor did he think he was not a human.
Although he has long become the wise ruler, lived a life more than anyone who has seen or taught as a young man, and is only one step away from the position of Mars casting general, may have countless deteriorated versions of himself, is three times as tall as a mortal, can choose what kind of personality combination he uses to face the conversation on the day like wearing clothes, and only two places are still biomass - but he thinks he is still himself, he is Belisari Kaur, the greatest human mind of the empire and even the entire human race.
One of the evidences is that he has been cloning his friend Chiu Fu and maintaining their friendship for ten thousand years, and his achievements he will show to a Primarch - but the object of the display is not Robert Kiriman, but the original Space Marine's revealed at the moment after the Great Rift will undoubtedly be the most powerful and urgently needed booster that humans need at this moment.
Since he is a human being and he has vowed to the Emperor, that is, Ohm Messiah himself to faithfully perform his duties, the priority of putting the original casting technology and the hundreds of thousands produced in ten thousand years, and the original casting Space Marines he hid in Mars, the Galaxy and his ark, and the hundreds of special weapons and equipment he developed for them - from new power armor and explosive guns to flight vehicles and super heavy tanks - into actual battlefield use should still be ranked first.
This is Galipo Desima (who is such a talented mechanical bartender!) who gave him a dozen glasses—maybe more? After all those strong special tunes told him that after a comprehensive sampling analysis of the 70,488 sons of Kaul's master's personality, the result of the Gestalt bee colony was a weak voting victory, indicating that he should follow the advice of the second genius who could almost go hand in hand with him in the art of war and innovation. So he finally chose to come and meet the Primrose and proudly came from the King of Explorers to come with one of his creatures.
Before he was first allowed to walk into the mysterious commander's office, he was prepared for today's surprise - since the Great Sage didn't have to eat or drink at all, he actually had little counterintuitive knowledge of what was happening outside the armory, but the two honorary guards guarding the door had already made his eyepiece busy and start working
"...Ancient and pure standards are very high... It's a surprise. I thought there were no such specimens except my refrigerator... There is also this set of power armor, well...it adopts a classic appearance, but these subtle sizes indicate a lot of improvements... Maybe..."
"Master," the man around him, who was extremely tall, incredibly plain, gray in color, without any decoration or paint, had to remind him with a just right volume that his helmet was still worn on his head during such an important audience, "We are already in front of the gate."
"Ah. You're right, first cast." Kaur moved his scalpel-like gaze away from the survivor of Istavan Istani, who had become very alert. "Let's get the important matter done first."
Next, they walked into the door that was engraved with all the most powerful secret techniques and runes that Kaur knew.
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"Oh my God. Om Messiah's bone." The sage of the Great Sage was tightly grabbed by the feather among the many collections on the wall. "This is not..."
"I'm glad you like my collection, great sage." A majestic but kind voice came from behind the desk at the farthest end. "So, what are you trying to offer to me on this trip?"
"Ah, my lord." The great sage straightened up, and the building built for the Primarch made such a beast more comfortable to walk. He bowed down and performed an Om Messiah ceremony, "A super gift from ten thousand years ago. Lord. He dedicated his loyalty to the Om Messiah. Simple language cannot be explained. Please allow me to play a piece of content for you first."
No mistakes, one song, one content, one in 6, one book, one bar, one reading!
"Of course."
So, in the next few dozen minutes, they saw together countless bodies floating in the methanol-like freezing chambers - each one was taller and stronger than the existing Astartes, and the number of freezing chambers with bright blue light could not be counted.
“Amazing work, great sage…”
"This is not over yet! Sir! This is the accumulation over nine thousand years!" Kaur proudly continued to show more, those power armor niches that could not be seen at first sight and extended to the sky, those new fearless, tanks, and thunder eagles that were layered and neatly like mountains...
"Wait...you mean, you started the development and production of Mark X Power A at least nine thousand years ago?"
"Yes, my lord! I work hard, but I'm single! Fortunately, my hard work has finally paid off! What is now revealed to you is a drop in the ocean of my work results!"
So Lord Ramizane Carlosini frowned and continued to ask the Great Sage of Belisarius Calder a series of very basic but soulful questions.
"Then have you been watching for the past nine thousand years? Have you been watching the Milky Way become like this?"
"The orders I received are like this, sir, and I do not think that pure scholars like me should be mixed into poor and boring politics. My great mind should only serve the great cause of Ohm Messiah in promised me ten thousand years from now, and should not waste a second into the infighting of boring arguments and trivial low-class interests."
"So that's the case... then why do you still want to be a Mars casting general?"
"Because I think they are all too stupid. They will only bury their heads in old paper piles, ruins and graves to dig, archaeology, repeating things that they don't know the principle, and only me, who has been innovating, can I deserve that position, sir. I will lead Mars to a whole new world!" When talking about this topic, the great sage's machinery and flesh and blood eyes ignited a hot flame. "If you are willing to promise me the position of a Mars casting general, I can definitely help you..."
"... Although I rarely repeat other primordial words, I think it is definitely not a good idea to promise you at this moment, so my reply is 'Although I didn't say this, it must not work now'."
"Why is my master?" The tone of the Great Sage sounded almost as polite as a real human, disappointed and with a hint of sympathetic restraint. "The empire now needs a flag that can raise its arms and unite all, and the call of a Primarch and hundreds of thousands of original cast Astarts can ensure that the Holy Terra and Mars together."
"This is true. After all, the power comes from the gun. If someone like Kiriman who is actually a loyal Primrose hears it, he will be very happy to eat your big gift bag first and then discuss other things."
"You're so funny," Kaur replied, while some of the hidden institutions in him began to be activated. "You said he was loyal, as if you were not."
"That's it." Mr. Ramizane Carlosini saw the secret door open on the wall and the Pertulabo BC driving his car came in and nodded to him, so he nodded, and said to Belisarius Kaul, who alertly began to raise the corona cannon to him. "After all, you are on the Iron Blood, and we are actually Iron Warriors named Silver Skull."
"The Iron Warriors will never work for that old guy again!"
The black and white plush tyrant roared.
(This chapter ends)