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Belisarius Caul.
My true self.
......
"Welcome, hero Casgar."
"Since the day you disappeared, we have been searching for your whereabouts every moment."
Caul's Mechanicus Ark was enormous. As he and Titus boarded this super warship made of giant steel machinery, the Mechanicus sage, the steel behemoth Belisarius Caul, dressed in a red robe, stepped forward to greet them.
"please."
Guided by the other party, Casca and his adjutant Tytus were led into one of the rooms.
Even at its current height, the Great Sage is still a super-large machine with very little flesh.
"I believe my clone has had in-depth exchanges with you, great ancient hero."
"Could you tell me what your plans are for the future?"
Belisarius chuckled, seemingly gloating over his observations of Casca's homeworld: "Consider this your assessment of the current Son of the Emperor?"
"Enough, Great Sage. There's no need to ask such questions."
"I do not want to answer."
"Heh, those pathetic fellows..."
If it weren't for Melusin's request, he wouldn't have spent a thousand years designing a suit of armor for a dying person so that he could move freely.
This is a huge waste of resources.
But soon after, Guilliman also entered the stasis field for similar reasons, which prompted him to accelerate his research on the Armor of Fate.
The customization work for the Casca special edition was only completed not long ago.
Once it's successfully activated, his hard work can be proven, and then...
—And then it was lost.
Kasgar and his armor were suddenly captured by Abaddon and his Black Legion, who then fled.
From then on, there were no more clues about Casca in the world.
This ancient hero, along with the creations that Caul had poured his heart and soul into, vanished from the world.
Even with Caul's good temper (at least most of his personality is good-tempered), he consistently fell into a state of extreme anger when faced with this situation.
"Ugh......."
Casca just sighed.
"Originally, I only wanted to rebuild the Emperor's son... but now..."
It's utterly exhausting.
Even now, Casgar doesn't want to mention rebuilding the Sons of the Emperor's Legion.
To save the Emperor from his current state of decline, he needs to draw suitable warriors from other sub-units and carry out a thorough overhaul of the Emperor's army from top to bottom, weeding out those who are unfit.
Then, without the notice of the court or the Ministry of the Interior, Ai gradually corrected the atmosphere of the entire group little by little...
Casca simply doesn't have the time for that.
It would take far too much time. The human empire is currently beset by internal and external threats, and Casca doesn't have the time to stay on Chemos and slowly work on the Emperor's son's mindset.
—There is even a possibility of being betrayed by an insider.
Even Casca himself didn't know whether the Emperor's son was involved in the incident when he was rescued by Caul and suddenly broke into Abaddon and the Black Legion.
Otherwise, without any intelligence, it would have been almost impossible for Abaddon to break through the Mechanicus's defenses and snatch him and the armor covering him at the crucial moment when he was about to awaken.
"...Integrating the Sons of the Emperor is already a pointless endeavor," Kasgar replied.
"I need to rebuild a new battle group."
Let the emperor's son do whatever he wants.
I don't want to save them anymore; it's too much trouble and too dangerous.
You should hurry up and open a new account.
“Belissau Caul, I need your help.”
Nobikasgar said to Dorakor, "I need the name of a chapter that has been registered in the Imperium of Man, preferably currently missing, so that we can pretend to have just returned from a warp voyage."
"Ideally, it should be the offspring of the emperor's son."
"Any other requirements?"
"It would be best to call him the Son of the Phoenix."
"?"
Kaul raised his head slightly and looked at the other person with some doubt through his mechanical eyes.
Is this requirement... a bit too specific?
"...Is there?
"...There really is one."
As he spoke, he activated a projection screen on his body, which displayed a Space Marine painted in white and purple with a golden eagle emblem (single-headed eagle) in the center.
Son of the Phoenix
The Phoenix Sons, like the Black Templars, are a glorious chapter, eternally on a perpetual expedition.
They were brave and fearless in battle, showing no mercy to either humans or the Emperor's enemies. As descendants of the glorious Emperor's sons, they possessed a spirit that Casca hoped their offspring would have more than the current Emperor's sons.
However, according to the Empire's current records, the Phoenix Chapter disappeared without a trace after one expedition in M36.
"it is good!"
Nobi Kaska nodded slightly as he looked at the message handed to him by Doraemon.
......
The negotiations lasted for several days.
As a great sage of the Mechanicus, Belisarius Caul, having spent a millennium designing the Armor of Fate and awakening Kasgar, naturally hoped that this ancient hero could inject new vitality into the stagnant human empire.
If things continue as the High Lord of the Interior intends, his innovative actions as a member of the Mechanicus will soon be classified as heresy... At that point, not only will he be unable to revive Guilliman, but even his own research will be in jeopardy.
As for Casca's plan to rebuild the Phoenix, Caul will naturally provide all his support.
Whether it's the imperial seed he currently possesses or the best Space Marine candidates he's cultivating in petri dishes, Caul can provide them to Casgar.
It can be said that the all-powerful Doraemon can currently provide them with approximately three thousand new recruits.
"But it is clear that three thousand is a number that violates the Astartes Codex."
Moreover, the reborn Phoenix Sons currently lack the equipment, weapons, ammunition, and training programs to equip these three thousand people.
Blindly expanding the number of members will only increase the unnecessary burden on the battle group.
“One thousand.” Caul chose to change his plans. “These one thousand new recruits will all be joining your battle barges in the coming weeks.”
"If you are able to acquire more weapons and equipment to equip more Space Marines in the future, you may contact me or my clone at any time."
......
The beach at Chemos.
During this time, Caul was nurturing Phoenix recruits for Project Casca in his private incubation chambers.
With this new force, although the entire battle group was still very rudimentary, it could be considered to have taken initial shape.
"But sir, what brings you here?"
While waiting, Casca did not stay in the princes' playground as requested, but instead walked out of the tower alone and stared blankly at the vast but poisonous ocean outside.
As for the little boy who had just appeared beside him...
Clearly, he had once again inadvertently displayed his psychic talent.
"If I told you that this place used to be a beautiful place, would you believe me?"
This used to be a beautiful beach, at least 10,000 years ago.
Casca remembers how he helped the Imperial Son veteran, who was suffering from wilt disease, through his final moments.
He promised that he would always remember their sacrifice and would forever ensure that they could rest in peace in this beautiful place...
But now...
Nothing else existed; he was still staring blankly at the dirty ocean in the distance.
To ensure that the poor cannot enjoy the beautiful sea view, let alone live a relatively prosperous life by fishing.
Just to prevent them from getting even the slightest bit of enjoyment, everything on Chemos was completely corrupted.
No fish or algae in the ocean can survive in such a highly toxic environment.
Here, only utter silence remained.
"The emperor's son has gone astray... If that's the case, then let's set off again from here."
As for you...
Casca prepared a special modification surgery for this little guy.
The psionic potential he previously displayed was quite remarkable. With proper training, he could grow into a qualified think tank member, or even the chief think tank member.
"Come on, soon you will become that tall and strong."
"Let's go back to our spaceship and talk about it now."
"Yes, sir. However, I have another question I would like to ask you."
Is our goal space?
The little boy's eyes shone with intense anticipation, as if he were soaring freely in the sky at that very moment.
“That’s right,” Casca said, smiling as she looked at him.
"Our goal has always been the stars."
......
On the battle barge.
"Commander, our first batch of new recruits has been delivered."
His adjutant, Titus, brought him some good news.
Kasgar's current title has become Chapter Master of the Phoenix.
As for the paint on his own combat barge, it was naturally replaced during this period as well.
"...Commander, now that we've replenished our personnel, what's our next goal?"
"The next goal...?"
Casca looked at the projection screen in front of him.
"We urgently need weapons, ammunition, and genetic seeds."
"A large number of genetic seeds."
Three thousand gene seeds sound like a lot, but it's still far too few compared to the number needed to unlock Holy Terra.
As for the Emperor's sons, even if Casca threatened them with fire and their lives, they could only provide him with about a thousand of them.
According to the warband leader, although the Emperor's son doesn't have many tasks, the gene seed tax is the heaviest.
Even Casca thought that the Ministry of the Interior and the Mechanics were using the Emperor's Sons as incubators.
As a result, after paying taxes, the number of gene seeds remaining is not very large.
"But if we really want to force the High Lord to submit, we'll need at least tens of thousands of Astartes..."
Equipment can actually be sourced from anywhere; their sub-group, Red Scorpion, is even capable of mass production.
However, as the lifeblood of each warband, it is almost impossible for outsiders to obtain the gene seed.
However, to form a Space Marine chapter nearly the size of a legion, Casca also legally acquired more gene seeds as a backup...