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It's impossible for Casgar to wipe out the entire founding chapter of the Human Empire's Exemplary (at least the rumors suggest it is) here, the only chapter capable of wielding the Imperial Skyhawk.
The complete destruction of a founding group is truly horrifying. Even the Imperial Fist, when faced with a similar situation, draws reinforcements from its subsidiary groups to maintain morale.
The founding group is the spiritual beacon of its subgroups; it is indestructible, indelible, and too big to fail.
If Kasgar truly wanted to destroy the current Crown Prince, even Red Scorpion, who had always supported him, would have jumped to his side.
This simply doesn't make sense—how could the hero Kasgar not protect his offspring but instead turn on them?
"You need our prestige... and you need us to win people's hearts..."
"Father... put me down, let's talk about the terms."
......
State your conditions.
After a moment of silence, Kaska released him and placed him back on the ground.
"Cough cough... We... We only ask to find a peaceful place in this chaotic world."
"This requirement shouldn't be difficult to meet, right?"
In order to maintain this lifestyle, the Emperor's Son's successive warband commanders have all rejected the temptations of chaos that were placed before them.
It's not that chaotic conditions aren't attractive, but rather that only by being the empire's mascot can one ensure a full stomach.
It's set up.
The entire Sons of the Emperor has now become a cohesive, unproductive group. Since there's so many of them, it's difficult for Kasgar to punish them, given their incredibly united and unyielding nature.
Pure insects.
"As the lord commander, I can provide you with the pure gene seed that you need most right now, as well as the weapons you used to use."
“And there is also the Defiant Fearless… Ancient Sage Rellano, I think Father you should have heard of this name.”
"We can even keep track of the movements of the Grand Pharmacist Melusin and inform you of them."
Rellano still couldn't escape the fate of going into the refrigerator.
The original intention of arranging for him to enter the Fearless Contemptors was to allow ancient sages to use their prestige and etiquette to educate the future emperor's son and prevent him from going astray...
Who knew that the emperor's son would fall so quickly, that he has remained in the static field ever since.
[Who wants to listen to this old machine spouting some grand philosophy—it doesn't even give us any coins anyway, I'll just shut it down!]
[Children—buzz!]
"Father, what is your opinion?"
However, the other party's proposal was indeed very attractive.
It's not convenient to start a mass killing spree right now.
The name "Son of the Emperor" holds great symbolic significance for human empires.
There's plenty of time to deal with these Casca insects, but if he kills them all in the heat of the moment, his influence within the faction will be greatly reduced in the future. At the same time, he will lose the resources promised by the other party, making it even more difficult to rebuild the imperial prince.
"And what about Fugrim? Have you had even the slightest clue as to how to find the Legion Primarch?"
"this......."
The battle commander even seemed a little ashamed as he spoke.
He knows he should feel ashamed.
"Father, I'm sorry, in these ten thousand years we haven't found any clues about Lady Fugrim..."
"But rest assured—as long as you spare us and let us continue to be the mascots of the human empire, we will fulfill all your requests. We will also not leak the news of your return."
only......
As he spoke, the Emperor's battle commander pointed behind him.
“Our allies already know of your impending return... They... they will soon be arriving in Chemos to discuss cooperation with you.”
"If the communications are correct, their representative is requesting a meeting with you—"
As he spoke, the commander of the Imperial Prince's battle group bowed deeply to him.
......
"This is it."
Following the opponent through twists and turns and unlocking numerous obstacles, the Emperor's warband finally stopped in front of an extremely sophisticated fortress.
The steel gate, made of some unknown alloy, opened, and what appeared before Casca was an extremely large mechanical construct.
"It's a pleasure to meet you. I've long admired your name, hero Casgar."
"Let me introduce myself. I am your Awakener, the designer of the Armor of Destiny on your body, and your potential future ally."
"Dominius Belisarius Caul, the Sage of the Mechanical Order."
As he spoke, the steel behemoth dressed in a red robe bowed to him.
"As you can see, I am not an artificial intelligence."
Chapter 234 Nobigasaga and Doraemon
Casca: "......"
Belisarius Caul appeared out of nowhere in the basement of Chemos, the homeworld of the Emperor's Sons.
Is this possible?
Especially considering that Belisarius Caul himself served as regent Guilliman's assistant for thousands of years.
Even though Guilliman was wary and cautious that Caul might do something heretical, he never agreed to let Caul take the position of Mars Forging General.
But in terms of the honor of developing and improving a large number of mechanical weapons and equipment in the Mechanicus over the past thousands of years, Caul's own prestige is even higher than that of the Mars Forging General himself.
It's impossible that such a top figure in the Mechanicus would appear when there wasn't even a single Mechanicus Ark around him.
"Are you the artificial intelligence on Chemos?"
“I am not artificial intelligence, I am Belisarius Kaul.”
“I recognize you. Ten thousand years ago, we communicated in an abandoned underground facility?”
"The Emperor's people have been separated from you by your door. If you have anything to say, just say it."
"..."
After Casca finished speaking, the steel behemoth fell silent.
“But I am still Belisarius.”
......
Back when Kasgar and Fugrim were about to embark on the Great Crusade with the Emperor, Kasgar had considered whether to move the artificial intelligence to another location.
According to the other party, it no longer has any reason to continue existing in this era.
Since humanity is no longer willing to believe in artificial intelligence, he is willing to continue waiting for the right opportunity underground in Chemos, hoping that he can emerge from the ground again after the times change in the future.
This change occurred thousands of years later.
Belisarius Caul, who was then a renowned sage of the Mechanicus under Guilliman, traveled to Chemos during an academic conference in Melusin and discovered the ancient artifacts deep underground.
An ancient, abominable intelligence from the dark age of technology.
As a high sage of the Mechanicus, this clearly sparked his research interest—therefore, he made a deal with the Emperor's son using the "Planet Reshaping Technology," which could restore habitability to dead planets caused by extinction orders or similar extinction events, as leverage.
His mechanical guild will help turn the surrounding world into a vacation paradise for the emperor's sons, and the only thing they will do in exchange is deal this ancient artificial intelligence machine.
Needless to say, the Emperor's battle commander naturally agreed to the request.
"Then?"
Then, the artificial intelligence on Chemos, just like the personality data that Caul had absorbed before, joined Belisarius Caul's family.
Indeed, Caul, the Martian sage of the Mechanicus, was never alone.
Kaul's brain is essentially a complex computational system consisting of himself, countless AI copies of himself, and the souls (or personality data) he has absorbed that also possess thinking abilities. He likens himself to the conductor of an orchestra, while all these artificial intelligences and programs are the musicians.
After combining with the local artificial intelligence in Chemos, Kaul, now above Chemos, is both the former artificial intelligence and a slice of Belisarius's personality.
While providing the Great Sage with a wealth of Dark Age technology, it also serves as a backup personality for Belisarius Caul in case the original body encounters misfortune.
A mechanical being capable of uploading or downloading backups of its own personality at any time...
"This is... way too undead."
After all, given the amount of flesh Caul has now, he's practically a space necromancer.
Space is alive.
"Alright, enough with the pointless small talk—what exactly do you want from me?"
"Casgar said."
The armor he wore was the result of the other party's painstaking creation—if it weren't for Kaul, he would probably still be lying in the static field, continuing to sleep.
"soon......"
"Ok?"
“My true body is very close to here,” Belisarius’s backup said slowly. “He will arrive in person soon.”
"When?"
“Soon,” said the AI version of Belisarius Caul. “Right now.”
As he spoke, he turned his head and turned on a projection screen—in the center of the projection, a giant mechanical ark, far larger than a battle barge, was floating in the void.
"Since you disappeared, we have been searching for you all over the galaxy."
Shortly after Casca arrived in Chemos, Caul and his Mechanicus Ark learned of this—or rather, Caul's Destiny Armor finally connected to the local network upon arrival in Chemos.
"Now, let's have a friendly chat while we wait."
The AI-generated electronic audio seemed to contain laughter.
As the conversation progressed, Casca learned a fair share of the identity of this great sage of the Mechanicus.
Kaul's experiences over the past ten thousand years are quite similar to the original timeline.
As a secret researcher placed by Guilliman, he has been using his wisdom to develop and improve some of the Empire's existing weapons and equipment. For example, plasma, explosive weapons and thermoelectric weapons have all been improved to a certain extent.
As for deeper research...
Kasgar stared at the machine that was communicating with him and fell into a brief silence.
“I see your confusion, but I would like to clarify something again.”
"I am not artificial... I hate intelligence."
Fine.
If you say it's not, then it's not.
Only another super scientist of the human empire, the great apothecary Melusin, knew exactly how treasonous the research that Caul was conducting would be in the eyes of the Inquisition.
They're both equally bad.
Currently, Belisarius Caul is working with Melusin on technological improvements to the Space Marines' modifications, known as Prototype.
"Actually, if we're talking about improvements to Space Marine technology, I've already completed improvements to the original casting."
"But it seems the Grand Pharmacist has his own opinion on this."
Melusin stated that the original forging was merely an improvement and minor tweak to the original technology. Although it could make Space Marines taller, faster, and stronger, it still couldn't meet Melusin's requirements.
However, it seems that the research has recently hit a critical bottleneck. Melusin and some of her pharmacists have left Chemos and disappeared without a trace.
Bio-modification technology is mostly within the scope of pharmacists' work, and they don't know much about it.
"And this armor you're wearing is the product of a great deal of my effort—in order to suppress your spiritual power from bursting out of your body while ensuring that it won't affect your use, I—"
Just as "Karl" was still boasting about himself, his voice suddenly became a little lower.
As if it had been processed again, the display screen behind them, which originally showed the giant ark of the Mechanicus, suddenly changed, revealing the mechanical face of the steel behemoth itself.
"Nice to meet you."