Chapter 248 Belisarius Kaur: I Am Indeed a Little Forgetful

Chapter 248 Belisarius Cawl: I am indeed a little forgetful...

According to the report of the expedition team.

They found the portal leading to the Macragge galaxy and its various planets.

The height of the portal is enough to accommodate an entire army.

This result surprised Ron.

He had originally prepared to go to Macragge alone, after all, the portals he had seen before were small portals.

They could not accommodate the passage of the army.

A passage that was two or three meters wide could only allow soldiers to pass through one by one.

It was like queuing up to send people to their deaths.

The gate found by the expedition team this time was more than fifty meters wide, and he could lead a small army to rush to the battlefield for support.

Of course, the main task of that army was to ensure his safety and give him the opportunity to activate the sacred urn.

As for which army to arrange, he has not yet decided.

"After so many years in this ghost place, I am finally going to contact the outside world!"

Ron was nervous and excited.

For so many years, he has been busy developing his territory and building his army, which is equivalent to hiding in the Novice Village to farm.

Now, he has entered the main line and participated in the main task of the galaxy - the interstellar chaos.

Apart from other things, there are many forces participating in the upcoming Guilliman Resurrection War.

Ron thought.

He entered some information on the data board to analyze the enemies and allies that might be encountered in this war.

Attackers:

Chaos Space Marines led by Abaddon, Iron Warriors, Purifiers, Night Lords, etc.

Khorne's Chief Demon Kabanha and his demon army.

Defenders:

Belisarius Cawl, the Grand Magus of the Mechanicus and the inheritor of the Om Messiah, has lived for 10,000 years, likes to split consciousness, and almost mechanizes himself.

Saint Celestine, a living saint, a shining silver-haired winged angel who can resurrect warriors.

Greyfax, one of the most notorious judges of the Inquisition, the most vicious and fanatical madwoman in the galaxy, who sees everyone as a heretic.

Evelene, the pioneer of death, is one of the most powerful Eldar individuals at present with her fighting power, near immortality and the ability to summon the incarnation of death.

Guilliman, the Primarch who is about to wake up, the second thick leg of the future human empire.

In addition to them, the participants in the war include the lucky ones of Cadia, the Black Templars, the Grey Knights, and the Eldar Death Army.

The main fighting force is Guilliman's current Ultramarines Chapter Master Calgar and Chief Think Tank Digris.

And a large number of Ultramarines.

Finally, there is Roan himself, the savior and his unknown army.

Of course, he appeared in the form of a vest.

He cannot reveal his identity, otherwise it will be troublesome, and he will most likely be targeted by Abaddon and Kabanha.

Then retaliate against him and his territory.

It is more likely to be targeted by the Empire, especially that crazy woman Greyfax.

Hiss~

Ron felt a headache looking at the pile of information just recorded on the data board.

It was too complicated, worthy of the Galaxy's big mess.

Fortunately, his brain had been strengthened, so he could dig these things out of 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 summarized the following.

Abaddon launched the 13th Black Crusade. After a series of big messes, he turned over the plate and used the Blackstone Fortress to destroy Cadia.

Then both sides retreated.

Abaddon, who felt that he had won a small victory, was about to open the champagne when he received a prophecy from a wizard:

The great sage Belisarius Cawl has a far-reaching holy relic in his hand, and its importance can change the direction of the entire war.

Now Belisarius Cawl and the survivors of Cadia, with the help of the Eldar, entered the Webway and headed for their destination, Macragge.

After Abaddon learned of the prophecy, he immediately sent out a whole Chaos fleet to pursue Belisarius Cawl and others.

Then he chased and they fled.

After several battles along the way, new troops joined the two sides one after another, and finally a big mess happened in Macragge.

Now the trouble is that Kabanha has come in, and it is unknown what impact it will cause.

The current intelligence is complicated, and he cannot be sure at what stage this battle has reached.

"Alas, it turns out that I am not suitable for any strategy, just rush in!"

Ron threw the data board.

He decided not to adopt those targeted strategies, but to focus on Macragge.

When the big mess reaches a critical moment, he will lead the army A over and fire a shot.

Suddenly, Ron thought of it and slapped his head.

He thought of an important question, the living saint, the silver-haired winged angel - Saint Celestine.

Is she pretty?

She should be pretty.

After all, when Saint Celestine appears, she is basically wearing white angel wings, accompanied by holy light and white doves.

The holy light is understandable, but the white dove is a bit outrageous. This special effect alone is awesome...

She is simply the top idol of the empire.

She is worthy of being the chosen one that the old God Emperor values, and the living saint of the empire.

And she is also very powerful. In the Battle of Cadia, she stabbed Abaddon hard.

She caused him a lot of damage.

It can be said that Saint Celestine's strength and status are about equal to the demon prince of the Chaos Evil God.

Like those demon princes, she can be resurrected continuously.

Thinking of this, Ron immediately stopped thinking and muttered softly: "Blasphemy, blasphemy, old God Emperor, I don't mean that..."

He is actually a little envious.

Both the God Emperor and the Chaos Evil God have the ability to select and resurrect the chosen ones.

It is equivalent to having powerful and immortal warriors under his command forever.

Although Ron's little sun can bless warriors, if those warriors die, they are really dead.

The death of a few is enough to make him heartbroken for a long time.

I don't know when the little sun will have such power...

"Savior."

The head maid Linda's crisp voice sounded: "The nobles of the Seren system are waiting to see you, and..."

She came over to report the schedule.

"Cancel all my schedules, let Bayev arrange for them to visit the holy land and learn advanced ideas."

Ron waved his hand and ordered.

He didn't care about these social activities and put all his energy into the upcoming war.

He stood up from the throne and sat on the golden levitation device decorated with gems next to him.

"This hall is too big..."

Ron complained that it would take at least ten minutes to walk from here to the door of the hall.

He started the levitation device and accelerated to float out.

...

After Ron gave the military department an order to prepare for war, he began preparations.

He went to a secret base and took out the enhanced version of the sacred urn bomb along with the launcher.

So that he could carry it to 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 demon-style power armor has basically taken shape, and the size after being equipped is close to six meters.

It is equivalent to a small war mecha.

Equipped with a ferocious helmet.

After Ron equipped with this set of armor, he was almost exactly the same as the ferocious statue.

But he was still not satisfied.

Let the technical priests continue to make it more exaggerated and add more mechanical devices that can create special effects.

Even require the technical priests to achieve the effect of having a large vampire bat when they appear.

For this reason, the Institute of Biology urgently cloned a batch of chaos vampire bats with a size of about one meter.

There is no way, you have to be cool to appear in this world, and Saint Celestine has white doves when she appears.

It's not too much for him to make some vampire bats.

Of course, these are just incidental things, which can be regarded as Ron's bad taste.

What's more important is the selection of the army.

He doesn't plan to let Carter, Duke and other space warriors participate in this battle.

After all, he is not fighting as the savior this time. Taking them with him may affect their image.

It is not convenient for subsequent work.

After the identity of the future savior is legalized, they can go out in the name of the God Emperor.

As for how to legalize it, he hasn't thought about it yet.

Probably have to start with the God Emperor, let the old man give his eldest son Guilliman a dream or something.

Although Guilliman is more 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 legalized, he and the territory will be exposed to the sight of many forces in the galaxy.

Under pressure from all sides.

At least we have to wait until the unified star zone is fully developed and can resist all forces.

At the current stage, the best way is to let Guilliman, the most handsome guy in the human empire, bear the pressure.

He can just stay alive and develop.

In view of these reasons, Ron is going to select a group of heavy-armored chicken thieves and green-skinned orcs to fight with him.

To achieve the true meaning of chicken thieves guarding the country, and green-skinned orcs dying for the country.

Give Chaos and the Empire a little shock, let them know what true loyalty is!

This can also confuse the vision.

Anyway, it's a camouflaged vest, so it doesn't matter how you go around.

...

Webway.

A teleportation channel somewhere.

Boom boom boom——

The ground shook slightly.

A four-meter-tall four-armed chicken thief equipped with heavy armor, several heavy artillery and chainsaw weapons walked out.

Its eyes were red and its aura was impressive. What was even more conspicuous was the Imperial Double Eagle emblem on its chest.

Shiny and loyal!

The armor on this heavily-armored chicken thief even used the technology of Space Marine power armor.

Over the years, there has been a special alien research institute that has been constantly training and strengthening these chicken thieves.

To make them stronger.

Ron gritted his teeth and gave the most powerful heavily-armored chicken thieves a second blessing.

It can be said to be a big investment.

But these investments also have rich returns.

The combat effectiveness of those heavily-armored chicken thieves who have been blessed twice is much higher than that of ordinary Space Marines.

Waaaagh! ! !

Accompanied by a high-pitched war cry.

A green-skinned boss who had also been blessed twice rushed over with a battle axe.

The blood-red battle axe carried a huge force and suddenly chopped at the heavily-armored chicken thief.

Dang!

The heavy-armored chicken thief blocked the attack and swung his claws to fight back. The collision between the alloys produced sparks and a deafening roar.

Roar——

Waaaagh——

Many heavy-armored chicken thieves and green-skinned orcs were surrounding them, roaring and cheering.

As for why they fought, it was because they were bored.

Not far away, there stood a hideous figure more than five meters tall, and above the figure hovered a group of large Chaos vampire bats with faint black smoke.

They were screaming, quite imposing.

However, the hideous figure did not move, as if it was dormant.

Under the feet of the figure, there was a lazy sofa.

"Damn, I lost again, Cole's Chaos must be cheating!"

Ron threw down the mechanical game device, took a sip of iced cola, and lay on the sofa like a salted fish.

"What's going on? Why is there no movement?"

In order to be able to participate in the battle in time.

He led nearly a thousand heavily-armored chicken thieves and elite green-skinned orcs who had been blessed once or twice, and waited here for several days.

A few days ago, Ron used the transmission channel to secretly send early warning intelligence to Magkula.

However, he found that the Ultramarines seemed to have been prepared. It should be that their think tanks noticed something.

After all, those think tanks are similar to Chaos wizards and have some ability to predict.

But he didn't think it was that magical. Those think tanks and wizards were more like information obtained through the fluctuations of the subspace.

Anyway, he passed on more specific information. It depends on how they deal with it.

If the situation is not good, Ron will immediately teleport to support.

He waited for many days in a row.

Macragge remained calm, but more and more warships were gathering in the dark.

Ron took off his eye mask and lay down. He had to rest well.

Regain his energy.

Although he knew that the raging war was already burning in the five hundred worlds, he didn't know when it would spread to Macragge.

Who would have thought that when all parties were fighting, there was still a sixth man squatting with a super killer.

And he squatted for a long time.

Alas~

He, the great savior, was worried about old Ji...

Suddenly, Ron pulled down his eye mask and sat up, frowning, a little worried:

"The fight has started..."

——

Strike the cruiser.

In the cabin.

Squeak~

The faint breathing sound of the artificial piston lung came out.

The hunched figure in the scarlet robe was in the dark, and the complex mechanical creations and prostheses almost crushed his body.

That was Belisarius Cawl, who was staring at the mechanical creation in front of him at the moment.

Ten thousand years, what a long time.

Even the longest-lived mechanical sage can only live for a thousand years. If it exceeds this time, he will either go crazy or die.

But he is still alive, but a little forgetful.

He had lost too many memories, and the knowledge he had forgotten alone had surpassed what many technical priests had learned in their entire lives.

Belisarius Cawl fell into deep thought.

But there was one thing he had never forgotten, and that was the agreement he had made with the Emperor's Thirteenth Son ten thousand years ago.

Now, it was finally time to fulfill the agreement.

Why was it so late?

The mechanical brain continued to fluctuate, and Belisarius Cawl flipped through thousands of years of historical records.

Suddenly, the inferior Cawl in the mechanical brain laughed: "Arrogant old fool, because you forgot about this in the middle!"

"Logically speaking, that is the correct answer..."

After a moment of silence, Belisarius Cawl responded to the overly noisy split consciousness.

In any case, he brought the holy relic that could revive the Emperor's Son, the Armor of Destiny contained in the Holy Box.

And the Eldar lady Evelyne who could control the Holy Box.

He had mastered all the elements that could heal the Emperor's Son.

Boom boom——

The battleship shook violently, and the roar of artillery fire pulled Belisarius Cawl back to reality from his binary contemplation.

His multifaceted eyes scanned the surroundings, and his brain entered combat mode.

The mechanical shell covering his body crackled as the three-level life support system injected energy into his weapon amplifier.

The syllables of those technical words rose inadvertently.

"Report position"

The order was issued, and Belisarius Cawl got the answer in milliseconds.

This is... Macragge!