Chapter 577 Interlude 95: Robert Guilliman's Complaint and Belisarius Cawl's Little Secret

Chapter 577 95. Interlude: Robert Guilliman's Complaints and Belisarius Cawl's Little Secret

Under normal circumstances, Belisarius Cawl was not very willing to let too many people enter his laboratory.

He had been in Mount Pharos for nineteen centuries and knew everything here. He had long regarded this place as a real laboratory that belonged to him. Even the Emperor's Scythes had never really understood this place.

According to the order of the Primarch, they left this place to him, and Cawl thought he had lived up to the quietness they had deliberately left. But now, the situation has changed.

He had to open the door so that Robert Guilliman and his Ever-Victorious Guards could go in and find out what was going on.

He even lost the power to lead the way, and could only stand at the end of the team, watching the Lord of Macragge with a gloomy face leading the team to search around in the laboratory on the top floor.

He couldn't help but sigh - of course, this was to attract attention.

He succeeded, and the distinctive voice of Caril Rohars was captured by him.

"Great Sage Cawl, I think that neither you nor I have the right to complain now." Khalil, holding a data board in his hand, said with his head down.

"Why? Does the great Lord Guilliman want to deprive him of even this little power?"

"I just think that after we have done so much, he should be given some space to vent."

"But I didn't do anything, sir!" Cawl grasped the point and said indignantly. "This plan was thought up by you, and you were responsible for its execution, and I did nothing! At best, I just met with you, and then I was paralyzed by that damn thing, and the processor overheated!"

"That's not what I'm talking about, Cawl"

Khalil finally raised his head and temporarily got rid of the backlog of documents in his hand.

Guilliman agreed to his proposal and handed him some reports related to the Night Children in the past few hundred years. Although the data board was convenient and fast to slide, the descriptions in those reports still made it difficult for him to remain calm.

Frankly speaking, he had expected how the Night Sons' usual solitary actions and secrecy would be seen by others, but he really didn't expect them to go to such an extent.

The reports he had just read were more like reports and complaints than reports, and the words were full of complaints.

'When the battle was intense, our friendly forces rushed out of the trenches without saying a word and rushed towards the enemy under the bombardment. I admire their courage, but I want to know where they got the courage to do such a thing, and they didn't even inform us! '

-Manicus, sergeant of the third company of the Nova Marines.

'I respect the great Lord Conrad Curze and the legendary Yago Sevitarion, but I must say that fighting together with the Night Sons is definitely not pleasant. '

'They are reliable allies who will never abandon you and will firmly complete the tasks assigned to them. But they are all deadly time bombs. You never know whether they will do something desperate when the situation is critical. I hate this, especially. ’

——Pryad, Captain of Damocles Squad of the Iron Snakes.

‘Fuck Yago Sevitarion. Forgive me, Primarch, but I have to write this in my post-war report. I have no problem with you demoting me. But, fuck Yago Sevitarion! He acts as if he is the only one who is qualified to sacrifice for humanity! ’

——Luft Huron, Adjutant of the Third Company of the Star Claws.

Khalil recalled these words and shook his head. He knew what Robert Guilliman was doing. It was obvious that the Primarch was very dissatisfied, but it was not easy to say it at this moment, so he had to complain to him in this obscure way.

But what can he do? He himself is.

Oh. Khalil blinked after realizing it. So this is what he meant.

“My Lord?” The Great Sage looked down at him. “Can you finish your words at once?”

“Nothing, Cawl.” Khalil sighed and pointed to a team of ever-victorious soldiers beside him.

They were busy in front of a huge and stopped machine, and cans of human tissues soaked in nutrient solution were being taken out of the machine continuously.

"I'm talking about here." Khalil said. "You have been here for nineteen centuries. I don't think you are a law-abiding person, so you'd better start preparing your defense. I don't want to see Robert order your execution."

Kaul was silent for a while, and suddenly said dryly: "He won't, sir."

"Really? How do you know?"

"Because-" Kaul ended the sentence with a blunt turn. "-Anyway, he won't, I have done experiments."

Experiments?

Khalil narrowed his eyes and looked up at him, but the great sage turned around quickly, walked to the team of ever-victorious soldiers as if escaping, and introduced the functions of those human tissues to them.

He explained that these were organs provided to the local hospital in Sousa for surgery or other purposes, but the leading ever-victorious soldier did not believe him and immediately asked back.

"I don't mean to offend, Great Sage. But you don't look like someone who would care about these things. Moreover, even if you could, you should do it in the traditional way of your Mechanicus. Replacement of organs is an ancient thing. Zman Medical Association’s style, they are the doctors.”

"I also have a medical license! Can't I still be a doctor?!" Kaur immediately argued with reason. "You can't think that just because I am a great sage of the Mechanicus, I don't have patience and love for patients!"

His retort caused the victorious troops to fall into silence, and Robert Guilliman walked over angrily.

He had never given anyone a good look since he landed on the surface of Sousa. Of course, he had every right to do so - but Caul didn't seem to have this awareness, and he even started to complain about Guilliman.

"My lord, my lord! Your guards think I am a doctor who cares little about human life!"

"When did I say that——?!" Chang Shengjun looked at him in shock.

The Lord of Macragge looked at him gloomily and made a gesture to indicate that they didn't need to worry about it anymore. After the victorious troops walked a little further, the primarch immediately spoke.

"Belisarius Call, nineteen centuries ago you came to Sousa."

Caul nodded repeatedly, but Guilliman ignored it and continued his story.

"I gave you all the support I could, and I even allowed you to be here alone to do your research. But how did you repay me?"

"It's very simple, sir." Kaul said immediately without thinking. "Twelve brand new weapons, improved power armor, and the development of new artillery and armor for the auxiliary armies. This is just a small part of it. If you need it, I can go on talking about it all day."

"I am not discussing your exploits with you!" Guilliman roared. "Credit and fault should always be treated separately!"

Call nodded again.

"Now, I want to ask you, what did you do to Sousa? Why did Pharos Mountain become like this ghost?!"

Kaul immediately replied: "I just modified it slightly. Didn't you read the report I submitted?"

"Those are all precious knowledge that I have worked hard to gain. I even thought about how every punctuation mark should be used. Sir, please, please don't say you haven't read it."

Khalil could clearly see the throbbing veins on Robert Guilliman's forehead.

"Of course I've seen it," he said with suppressed anger. "But there are obviously many concealments in your report."

"Which one, my lord?"

"The one about Pharos."

Kaul nodded and said: "In that report, I explained in detail the role of the lighthouse and its importance. I also wrote in it my plan to use it to transport new weapons and equipment to various parts of the empire. These You know everything and you approved it.”

"And now, as we speak, there may be Dark Angels equipped with torchbearers fighting the Orcs near Caliban at the other end of the galaxy. So, my lord, may I ask what point I am hiding? ?”

"Here! Damn it, Belisarius Call, are you playing a word game or a debate contest with me? I'm talking about here!"

"I made some small modifications to my laboratory. Don't I even have this right, sir?" Kaul asked in confusion.

Robert Guilliman took a deep breath, turned his head, and gave the order to his guards to leave temporarily. When the last victorious army left this mechanical maze, he no longer had any secrets to hide.

"Those gene seeds from different battle groups-" Guilliman held the dagger at his waist and asked word by word. "Where did it come from?"

This time, Kaul didn't display his linguistic skills. He answered Guilliman's question very meekly and unusually directly: "It was given to me by the agents of Lord Sigilbearer. In fact, I would like to show you something if you are willing."

"Show it."

Caul's prosthetic eyes slowly lit up, and a servo skull slowly flew from the far side. It brought a well-preserved metal silver box, with the Imperial Sky Eagle shining on it.

Cawl reached out, opened it with a click, took out a parchment roll, unfolded it and showed it to Robert Guilliman. The original body browsed through it in less than a second, but his expression became uncertain.

After a few seconds, he reached for the document and began to read it carefully again. The cycle went on and on until several minutes later before he spoke again.

"Do the Chapter Masters know these things?"

Call shook his head seriously.

"They don't know, my lord. In fact, not even the Primarchs know. The Handbearer feels the same way as I do. We both think this plan will put the Astartes in a bad mood. Therefore, this plan will not be announced to anyone until the official results are announced.”

"But now I know."

"Yes, so I am explaining to you - in short, through reasonable and legal gene seed taxes, I obtained the gene seeds of all battle groups one by one. However, compared to what I am going to say next, this matter It’s not really the point.”

Guilliman's eyes twitched: "What else do you want to say?"

Caul once again summoned another Servo-Skull, which also carried a box like the previous one, but it was made of solid gold. Its surface was empty, but when Guilliman reached out to hold it, he noticed a small line of writing.

"This box, and the documents inside, all come from the throne." Kaul said slowly. "In the past, I tried my best to hide it because the time has not come yet. In fact, it is still the case now. You can open the box, but you must be prepared."

Guilliman did as he was told. He opened the golden box, and a burst of light bloomed from it. Then, his movements suddenly stiffened, and his eyes lost focus, as if he suddenly turned into a sculpture and stood there. land.

He quickly recovered and closed the box. But this time, he didn't ask Kaul any more questions, he just uttered a word.

"Stack of Original Blood."

"Yes, my lord." Call replied solemnly. "He said he would give me part of his work and let me continue the research on his behalf."

"I tell you frankly, for me, this is really a great honor. At that time, I was not a sage, my lord, I was just a mechanical priest who was just beginning to make his mark."

"This incident has kept me intoxicated for centuries, unable to extricate myself from the huge pride of being recognized by him personally. I thought it was happiness, and others thought so too."

"However, when my laboratory was finally built and I began research under the instructions of the Seal Master, I soon felt unspeakable fear. I couldn't understand, can you understand? I, Belisarius Caul Can't understand his work."

"It would take me decades to understand one of his words. One of his conclusions, I would have to use all my strength to reproduce. I tried so hard to advance research, but I couldn't do it at all. There’s no way to even replicate the success of his work.”

"I have spent eight thousand nine hundred and seventy-one years trying to go further. However, until now, I dare not say that I have gone further than him in this research."

Guilliman shook his head slightly.

"Don't belittle yourself." He said calmly and authoritatively. "For him to hand this matter over to you is an endorsement. Moreover, even if you say so, you have already completed preliminary research."

"No, my lord, no." Call smiled bitterly with the remaining half of his face. "Forget it, do you want to come and see him in person?"

"who?"

Kaul showed a rare hint of sadness.

"My only guinea pig," he said. "My sin, my incompetence."

Robert Guilliman suddenly frowned. He turned back and looked at each other with Khalil. The latter put away the data tablet and nodded slightly.