Chapter 1065 Guilliman's Little Secret
"Ugh, he ran away again and hid in a small dark room in the palace." Odemaier complained while looking at the flash of first-class psychic energy on the emperor's chair.
Lin Fan also asked, "Is there really such a place in the palace? I thought you had already sorted out the structure of the palace."
"Oh, my God. Do you think this is a small building? This palace is built on the Qinghai-Tibet Plateau. Several thousand meters below, or even deeper, it has been transformed." Odemaier shouted in surprise, but Lin Fan saw that she was probably just giving the emperor some face. The small room used for self-isolation might be under Odemaier's observation.
Odemaier smiled, and then said to the remaining Primarchs at the round table, "Okay, okay, let's not talk about the emperor for now. You can leave first, the imperial guards, there is no problem here."
Valdo and Trajan put away their weapons, saluted Odemaier respectfully, and left. The reason they respected Odemaier so much was because the Emperor respected her. If one day the Emperor wanted to eliminate Odemaier as a scientist, they would never show mercy.
Of course, whether they could beat Odemaier was another matter. The transformation operations of the Imperial Guards were all one level lower than hers. Without the help of powerful psychic power and super-advanced equipment, even Waldo, the head of the Imperial Guards, could not defeat Odemaier who was doing his best.
Seeing that the Imperial Guards were relieved of their alert, Odemaier called another person into the throne room. Until Odemaier introduced him, Lin Fan did not recognize that this skinny man in the red robe of the Mechanicus was the Great Sage Caul of the Mechanicus.
"Uh... Hello, adults." Caul saluted everyone, and it could be seen that he was stiff and dry. He had not yet fully adapted to his human body.
"Is this what you transformed?" Lin Fan pointed at Caul and asked Odemaier. The original Caul did not look like this. He integrated many equipment and weapons into one body, becoming taller than a Space Marine, with various mechanical limbs connected to the tail, making him look like a red coin from a high altitude.
Odemaier nodded, admitting that Caul's current situation was her masterpiece, "I took time to go to Mars in the past few years. The sages there are more deeply transformed than the sages in the star zone near the cafeteria. I won't talk about the loss of human form, but more importantly, even humanity has been completely worn out by machines. Mars is full of mechanical servants transformed by humans, combined brain control centers, and flying babies turned into megaphones..."
Odemaier talked eloquently, pouring out her disappointment and hostility towards the Mechanicus for half an hour without stopping. Caul on the side was even more uneasy, looking at a loss.
Taking a sip of coffee and rubbing his frowning brows, Odemaier stopped complaining about Mars, and then continued, "When I went to Mars, the sages there also got together, shouting some nonsense about the death of the God of All Machines and snatching technology from each other, and brought their own Crusaders and Knights to hunt in the wasteland like hyenas. I captured all the sages and casting generals who were not in their right minds, and then dismantled all their transformations and streamlined them."
"Just like what you did to Delia?"
"Yes." Odemaier took another sip of coffee, then patted Kaul on the shoulder, "Report your project to them, it's really embarrassing that you are so nervous."
When Odemaier's hand patted Kaul on him, the old sage who had lived for ten thousand years shook violently a few times.
He had been working underground in Cadia, looking for the logic of the activation of the Blackstone Array and studying some other things. Then his experiment was taken over by Trazyn, and he could only stand aside like a fool Ogryn and couldn't help at all.
When he got to the surface, the wreckage of the Iron Man that was difficult to reuse and the advanced equipment of the expeditionary army shocked him so much that his furnace heart stopped for a few minutes.
Just kidding, he spent 10,000 years searching for countless technological remains and expending countless efforts to reversely research the gravity gun. In the expeditionary army, basically a company can get a few of them.
Not to mention the Aegis system that can be connected in parallel, the life vaccine that has been proven to be able to effectively resist the corrosion of the warp, and the T series vaccine that can be used to perish with the devil.
Every piece of equipment refreshed Cawl's cognition and also broke down all his arrogance bit by bit.
Later, the Primarch returned and the Emperor was resurrected...
In the dead of night, Cawl would ask himself: "Have I worked in vain for the past 10,000 years?"
When he returned to Mars, Cawl's self-doubt became even deeper. He looked at the biological sages and mechanical sages who were so arrogant that they dared not even give face to the imperial guards. They dared not even fart in front of Odmaier. They were like rookies who had just entered school, with their eyes shining with the desire to learn new knowledge.
Those sages who were good at genetic engineering even began to cultivate better and stronger coffee in their laboratories to gain more favor from Odmaier.
Mars still believes in the God of Machines now, mainly for stability considerations. The source of this belief is even earlier than the Emperor of God. If the truth about the God of Machines is announced to the human empire rashly, many mechanical orders will definitely launch an excommunication expedition to Mars in the name of the Great Crusade.
"What are you daydreaming about? Come on. Don't waste time." Odmaier's urging voice reached Caul's ears.
He quickly inserted a data pad into the port of the round table, then pointed to the hologram and said, "I have already made some progress on the project that Lord Guilliman gave me." Cawl's words were very modest. If Odermire hadn't been staring at him, he would have been more proud to introduce the project he presented.
Primaris Space Marines.
Guilliman was stunned for a moment, then remembered the plan. Shortly after the end of the Horus Heresy, Guilliman felt that the threat of Chaos had not ended. They had never really appeared during the war, and many minions had fulfilled the ambitions of the Dark Gods.
The Space Marines made countless contributions during the Great Crusade, but it also proved that as a superhuman legion with mass production, their strength would eventually have limits. If we want to protect the permanent peace of mankind, the progress of the Space Marines is imminent.
So Guilliman found Cawl, handed over the Primaris Blood Stack containing the pure genetic material of all the Primarchs to Cawl, and ordered him to conduct research. As a result, Guilliman had just laid out the order when he was chopped into the throne by Fulgrim and fell asleep.
"You are really capable, kid." Perturabo stared at Guilliman with interest. "You have done a lot of things behind the scenes. Fortunately, Lion went to deal with Leman Russ, otherwise the two brothers would have to question you about this issue."