Chapter 248 Belisarius Caul: I am indeed a little forgetful...
According to the report of the expedition team.
They found the portal to the Macragge system and its various planets.
The height of the teleportation gate is enough to accommodate an entire army.
This result surprised Ron.
He was originally prepared to go to Macragge alone. After all, all he had seen before were small teleportation portals.
Cannot accommodate the passage of troops.
A passage two or three meters wide can only allow soldiers to pass through one by one.
It’s like queuing up and giving away your head.
The gate found by the expedition team this time was more than fifty meters wide. He was able to lead a small army to rush to the battlefield to support it.
Of course, the most important task of that army is to ensure his safety and give him a chance to activate the sacred ashes bomb.
As for which army to arrange, he hasn't decided yet.
"I have been here in this damn place for so many years, and I finally have contact with the outside world!"
Ron was nervous and excited at the same time.
For so many years, he has been focusing on developing his territory and building an army, which is equivalent to hiding in Novice Village and farming.
Now, he has entered the main line and participated in the main mission of the galaxy - the interstellar chaos.
If nothing else, there are quite a lot of forces involved in the upcoming battle for Guilliman's resurrection.
Ron thought.
He entered some information on the data pad to analyze the enemies and allies he might encounter in this war.
Offensive side:
The Chaos Space Marines warband led by Abaddon, Iron Warriors, Purifiers, Night Lords, etc.
The Grand Daemon of Khorne, Kabhnhar, and his army of daemons.
Defender:
Belisarius Caul, the great sage of the Mechanicus and the inheritor of Ohm Messiah, has lived for ten thousand years. He likes to split consciousness and almost destroy himself. All mechanized old fried dough sticks.
Saint Celestine, a living saint, a radiant silver-haired winged angel who can resurrect warriors.
Greyfax, one of the most notorious inquisitors of the Ordo Hereticus, the most ferocious and fanatical mad woman in the galaxy, looks like a heretic to everyone.
Efreni, the Herald of Death, has combat prowess, is nearly immortal, and can summon the incarnation of Death. She is currently one of the most powerful Eldar individuals.
Guilliman, the primarch who is about to awaken, the second thickest leg of the future human empire.
In addition to them, those participating in the battle include the Lucky Ones of Cadia, the Black Templar Chapter, the Gray Knights, and the Eldar Death Army.
The main combat forces are Calgar, the current leader of the Ultramarines Chapter, and Tigris, the chief think tank under Guilliman.
and a large number of Ultramarines.
Finally, there is Ron himself, the dignified savior and his unknown army.
Of course, he appears in a vest.
He cannot reveal his identity, otherwise he will be in trouble, and there is a high probability that he will be targeted by Abaddon and Kabanha.
Then take revenge on him and the territory.
He is more likely to be targeted by people from the Empire, especially that crazy woman Greyfax.
Hiss~
Ron looked at the pile of information just recorded on the data board and felt a headache.
It’s so complicated that it deserves to be a galactic mess.
Fortunately, his brain has been strengthened so that he can dig out these things from his memory.
Ron originally wanted to roughly restore the course of this war and make some targeted arrangements in advance.
But these speculations and judgments were too difficult for him.
In the end he only concluded the following.
Abaddon launched the Thirteenth Black Crusade. After a series of chaos, he was so numb that he flipped the plate and used the Blackstone Fortress to destroy Cadia.
The two sides then retreated.
Feeling a small win, Abaddon was about to open the champagne when he received a prophecy from a wizard:
The great sage Belisarius Caul has a far-reaching sacred object in his hands, and its importance is Can change the course of the entire war.
Now Belisarius Caul and the survivors of Cadia, with the help of the Eldar, enter the Webway and sail all the way to their destination-Macragge.
After Abaddon learned of the prophecy, he immediately sent an entire Chaos fleet to pursue Belisarius Cawl and others.
Then he chased and they escaped.
After several battles along the way, new people joined the two sides one after another, and finally there was a big chaos in Macragge.
The trouble now is that Kabanha has entered randomly, and I don’t know what impact it will have.
The current intelligence is complicated, and he is still unable to determine what stage this battle has reached.
"Oh, it turns out I'm not suitable for any strategy, so I'll be done with it!"
Ron threw the data pad away.
He decided against pursuing those targeted strategies and instead focused his attention on Macragge.
When the chaos reached a critical moment, he would lead Army A over there and finish it with one shot.
Suddenly, Ron thought and slapped his head.
He thought of an important issue, the living saint, the silver-haired winged angel-Saint Celestine.
Is she pretty?
She must be quite beautiful.
After all, when Saint Celestine appeared on the stage, she basically had pure white angel wings, accompanied by holy light and white doves.
Holy Light is understandable, but White Pigeon is a bit outrageous. This special effect alone is awesome...
He is simply the top idol of the empire.
As expected of the God-Emperor, he is the chosen god and the living saint of the empire.
And he is also very powerful. In the battle of Cadia, he stabbed Abaddon hard.
He suffered a lot of damage.
It can be said that the strength and status of Saint Celestine is approximately equal to that of the Demon Prince of Chaos Evil God.
Like those demon princes, they can be resurrected continuously.
Thinking of this, Ron immediately stopped his thoughts and muttered in a low voice: "It's blasphemy, God Emperor, I didn't mean that..."
He was actually a little envious.
Both the God Emperor and the Evil God of Chaos have the ability to select the God of Choice and resurrect the God of Choice.
It is equivalent to always having powerful and immortal warriors under his command.
Although Ron's little sun can bless warriors, if those warriors die, they really die.
A few deaths would be enough to make him heartbroken for a long time.
I don’t know when the little sun will have such power...
"Savior."
The clear voice of Linda, the head maid, sounded: "The nobles of the Seren system are... Waiting to see you, and..."
She came over to report her schedule.
“Cancel all my schedule and let Bayev arrange for them to visit the Holy Land and learn advanced ideas and so on.”
Ron waved his hand and ordered.
He ignored these social work and devoted all his energy to the upcoming war.
He stood up from the throne and sat on the gold levitator studded with gems next to him.
"This hall is too big..."
Ron complained. It would take at least ten minutes to walk from here to the entrance of the hall.
He activated the levitator and accelerated outward.
......
After Ron issued the order to prepare for war to the Ministry of Military Affairs, preparations began.
He went to the secret base and took out the enhanced version of the sacred ashes bomb together with the launcher.
So that you can carry it and participate in the battle as soon as possible.
After that, he went to inspect the manufacturing progress of the special version of the power armor.
The set of demonic-style power armor has basically taken shape, and the equipped size is close to six meters.
It is equivalent to a small war mecha.
Equipped with a ferocious helmet.
After Ron was equipped with this set of armor, he looked almost exactly like the ferocious statue.
But he was still not satisfied.
Let the Tech-Priests continue to be more exaggerated and add more mechanical devices that can create special effects.
The technical priests were even required to bring their own large vampire bats to the stage.
To this end, the Institute of Biology urgently cloned a batch of chaotic vampire bats about one meter in size.
There is no way, in this world, you have to have a strong appearance. Saint Celestine has a white dove when he appears.
He's not too much of a vampire bat. Of course, these are all incidental things, considered Ron's bad taste.
What is more important is the selection of the army.
In this battle, he is not going to let Carter, Duke and other space warriors participate.
After all, he is not fighting as a savior this time. Taking them there may affect their image.
It is inconvenient for subsequent work.
When the identity of the future savior is legalized, they can go out and act in the name of the God Emperor.
As for how to legalize it, he hasn’t thought about it yet.
Probably we have to start with the God-Emperor and ask him to give his good boy Guilliman a dream or something.
Although Guilliman is relatively resistant to the deification of the Emperor, he is relatively open-minded and should be able to accept the message from his old father.
But with the current strength of the territory, the identity of the savior is not suitable for legalization.
After all, once it is legalized, he and his territory will be exposed to the sight of many forces in the galaxy.
Under pressure from all parties.
At least we have to wait until the unified star area is fully developed and can resist all forces.
At this stage, the best way is to let Guilliman, the most handsome boy in the Human Empire, bear the pressure.
He just keeps growing and that's it.
For these reasons, Ron is planning to select a group of heavily armed chicken thieves and green-skinned orcs to follow him into battle.
Achieving the true meaning of chicken thieves guarding the country and green skins killing the country.
Give the Chaos Man and the Empire a little shock and let them know what true loyalty is!
This can also confuse your vision.
It’s a disguised vest anyway, so it won’t be a big problem no matter how much it is worn.
……
Network.
Somewhere at the entrance of a teleportation passage.
Dong dong dong——
The ground shook slightly.
A four-armed chicken thief who was more than four meters tall and equipped with heavy armor, several heavy cannons and chain saw weapons walked out.
Its eyes are red and its aura is breathtaking. What is even more eye-catching is the Empire's double eagle logo on its chest.
Brilliant and loyal!
The armor on this heavily armored chicken thief even uses the technology of Space Marine power armor.
Over the years, there has been a special alien research institute that has been continuously training and strengthening these chicken thieves.
Make them stronger.
Ron gritted his teeth and gave a second blessing to the most powerful heavy-armed chicken thieves.
It can be said to be a huge investment.
But these investments also have huge returns.
Those heavily armored thieves blessed by the second blessing have much higher combat power than ordinary space warriors.
Waaaagh! ! !
Accompanied by a high-pitched war cry.
A green-skinned boss, who had also been blessed twice, rushed over carrying a battle ax.
The blood-red battle ax carried great power and suddenly struck the heavily armored chicken thief.
when!
The heavily armored chicken thief blocked the blow and counterattacked with his claws. The collision between the alloys caused sparks and a deafening roar.
Roar——
Waaaagh——
Many heavily armored chicken thieves and green-skinned orcs are surrounding them, roaring in support.
As for why they fight, it's because they're bored.
Not far away, stood a ferocious figure more than five meters tall, with a group of large chaotic vampire bats emitting light black smoke hovering above the figure.
They were screaming and quite powerful.
However, the ferocious figure remained motionless, as if sleeping.
At the foot of the figure is a lazy sofa.
"Damn it, we lost again, Caul's Chaos must be cheating!"
Ron threw down the mechanical game device, took a sip of ice cream, and lay on the sofa like a salted fish.
"What's going on? Why is there no movement yet?"
In order to be able to participate in the battle in time.
He led nearly a thousand heavily armored chicken thieves and green-skinned orc elites who had been blessed once or twice, and stayed here for several days.
A few days ago, Ron used the transmission channel to secretly send early warning information to Magkula.
However, he discovered that the Ultramarines seemed to be prepared. Their think tank must have sensed something.
After all, those think tanks are similar to chaos wizards and have some prophetic abilities.
But he felt that it was not that magical. Those think tanks and wizards were more like information obtained through the fluctuations of subspace.
Anyway, he has passed on more specific information. It depends on how they respond.
If the situation goes bad, Ron will immediately teleport over to provide support.
He waited for many days.
Macragge still remained calm, but more and more warships were gathering secretly.
Ron took off his blindfold and lay down. He had to take a good rest.
Recharge your batteries.
Although he knew that the raging war was already burning in the Five Hundred Worlds, but when would it spread to Macragge.
He didn’t know.
Who would have thought that during the battle between the two parties, there would be an old man squatting with a super weapon.
And I squatted for a long time.
Alas~
He, the great savior, was so worried about Lao Ji...
Suddenly, Ron suddenly pulled off his blindfold and sat up. He frowned and was a little worried:
"The fight started..."
——
Fight the cruiser.
Inside the ship's cabin.
呲呲岲~
The faint breathing sound of the artificial piston lung came out.
The hunched figure wearing a scarlet robe was in the darkness, with complex mechanical creations and prosthetic limbs almost crushing his body.
That is Belisarius Cawl, and he is staring at the mechanical creation in front of him at this moment.
Ten thousand years, what a long time.
Even the longest-lived mechanical sage can only live for a thousand years. If he exceeds this time, he will either go crazy or die.
But he is still alive, but he is a little forgetful.
He has lost too much memory, and the forgotten knowledge alone has surpassed what many technical priests have learned in their lifetimes.
Belisarius Call fell into deep thought.
But there was one thing that he had never forgotten, and that was the agreement he made with the Emperor's thirteenth son thousands of years ago.
Now, it’s finally time to fulfill the promise.
Why so late?
The mechanical brain continued to fluctuate, and Belisarius Caul flipped through thousands of years of historical records.
Suddenly, the inferior Caul in the mechanical brain sneered: "Arrogant old fool, because you forgot about this!"
"Logically, that's the correct answer..."
After a moment of silence, Belisarius Call replied to the overly noisy split consciousness.
No matter what, he brought the sacred object that could revive the Emperor's son, which was contained in the Sacred Box - the Armor of Destiny.
And the Eldar lady Everene who can control the Sacred Box.
He had everything he needed to heal the Emperor's Son.
Rumble——
The battleship shook violently, and the roar of cannon fire brought Belisarius Caul back to reality from his binary meditation.
His multifaceted eyes scanned the surroundings, and his brain entered combat mode.
The mechanical shell covering his body crackled as the level 3 life support system pumped energy into his weapons amplification device.
The syllables of those technical words rise unintentionally.
The "Report bearing"
command was issued, and Belisarius Call got the answer within milliseconds.
This is... Macragge!
(End of this chapter)