Chapter 450: Cawl: Kharn Must Be a Chosen of Dora!

Cawl watched the battle erupting in the arena with a peaceful mind.

That mysterious Saint Doraemon guard wearing a hood collided with the Primarch of Primaris.

He was not worried that the Primarch of Primaris would lose; he was one of Cawl's most perfect creations, his genes coming directly from the gene sequences of twenty Primarchs stored in the Primordial Blood Stack, and he had applied many biological arts that Cawl knew and had forgotten.

And Cawl's initial purpose in shaping the Primarch of Primaris was precisely to recreate the process of the Hua Hua Hua Di Huang creating the Primarchs.

Although it ultimately failed, and left a hidden danger of persistent pain in the Primarch of Primaris's body, the Primarch of Primaris still possessed abilities far exceeding ordinary Space Marines.

Even Seth, the Flesh Tearers Chapter Master who was extremely strong and utilized his own genetic defect, the Blood Thirst, could not rival the Primarch of Primaris in physical quality, and could only circle around relying on combat techniques.

That mysterious Astartes in a hood, presumably, could not contend with the Primarch of Primaris either.

So Cawl's thoughts had already turned elsewhere at this moment.

His invitation for Saint Doraemon to visit the *King of Explorers* this time, besides showing the Primaris to him and other important figures, actually had another purpose.

Cawl had prepared a small gift, hoping to present it to Saint Doraemon.

He noticed that Saint Doraemon seemed to have a special fondness for some special Astartes.

For example, Saint Doraemon asked the Deathwatch to send an Astartes named Titus.

For example, Saint Doraemon asked Cawl if he could manufacture a machine-soldier in the image of Sigismund.

And Cawl happened to have an Astartes in his hands who could be called a legend during the Great Crusade era; Saint Doraemon would presumably be interested...

Just as Cawl was thinking, a sound of metal breaking suddenly sounded, and exclamations and admiration also came from all around.

Cawl was stunned for a moment, only to see in the arena, the master-crafted power sword in the Primarch of Primaris's hand was forcibly split open by that Astartes in a hood.

Kharn moved his body by instinct, the axe blade in his hand roaring, and he swung fiercely toward the Primarch of Primaris's head, wrapped in the fragments of the broken blade.

The Primarch of Primaris held his breath and concentrated, blocking Kharn's attack with the broken sword.

Kharn's power was so strong, and his killing intent so thick, that for a moment the Primarch of Primaris thought a bloody behemoth was pressing on his body.

He wielded the broken sword, and powerful psychic energy distorted reality; the fragments of those blades flew back onto the broken sword, and in the blink of an eye, the power sword that had been destroyed by Kharn was restored to its original state.

For a time, the sword and axe clashed, and the sound of ringing was endless.

What made the Astartes and Primaris feel most astonished was that Kharn actually slightly suppressed the Primarch of Primaris in all three levels of speed, technique, and power.

You know, the Primarch of Primaris had previously crushed Seth, who belonged to a first-class Chapter Master, in these three levels.

Kharn could even suppress the Primarch of Primaris, which meant that Kharn was at least not inferior to the Empire's three pillars, that is, Dante, Calgar, Logan, and Azrael, the four legendary Chapter Masters.

When did the Empire have such a figure? How did Saint Doraemon find such a guard? Did he pull him out of his magical pocket?

The Primarch of Primaris even had to use psychic power to avoid having his first blood cut off by his axe.

"This guy is actually this strong?"

Seth was also shocked; he had sparred with Kharn a few times before, but now it seemed Kharn had held back at the time...

"With this strength, let alone among the loyalist Astartes, even counting the traitors, he must be at the level of Ahriman, Kharn, Lucius, Typhus, and Abaddon." Seth couldn't help but sigh.

How is that possible? Cawl's modified brain was confused.

From the body shape, this mysterious Astartes in a hood was undoubtedly an ordinary, old-style Astartes.

His theoretical performance might not even be comparable to an ordinary Primaris, so how could he fight back and forth with the Primarch of Primaris?

Could it be... could it be a blessing?

Could he be a Chosen?

Cawl's eyes lit up, and he seemed to suddenly realize.

So that's it.

He was blessed by Saint Doraemon.

He was Saint Doraemon's Chosen.

This made sense, this made sense.

Cawl felt his logic was self-consistent in an instant.

Just when Cawl reached logical self-consistency, the Primarch of Primaris's expression was not very good.

He could feel that Kharn was still revealing a sense of ease; he hadn't used his full strength yet.

The Primarch of Primaris's sense of smell also told him that there was no bloody smell on Kharn that would be present during bloodthirsty fighting.

"Am I not worth you using your full strength?" The Primarch of Primaris suddenly mobilized his psychic power; his scorching psychic power suddenly lit up the power sword in his hand, and bright flames burned on the sword, drawing a scorching arc and slashing toward Kharn.

Kharn placed the Blood Drinker horizontally, forcibly blocking this sword of the Primarch of Primaris filled with strong psychic power.

This sword of the Primarch of Primaris indeed had some substance, making Kharn feel a pain in his arm.

The Butcher's Nails on his head buzzed, also urging Kharn to liberate himself and release boundless killing intent toward the Primarch of Primaris.

But Kharn was a bit depressed; it wasn't that he didn't want to use his full strength.

It was that the powers he could still use were either the naked blessing of the Blood God or the power of the demon possessing him.

He couldn't just transform into a demon here, in front of tens of thousands of Astartes, could he?

But the Primarch of Primaris seemed to misunderstand Kharn's silence.

He sighed, gently drawing a bloodstain on his own face with his sword.

"Then I lost; I have fought with all my might." The Primarch of Primaris took away his own first drop of blood, thereby conceding defeat to Kharn.

The Primaris and old Astartes had nothing but admiration for this, with no mockery or evaluation of the Primarch of Primaris.

Because the level of the battle between Kharn and the Primarch of Primaris was too high; there was no lack of Chapter Masters, Chief Librarians, and excellent Captains among those present.

But to comment on the confrontation between the two, one would at least have to invite Dante or Calgar over.

But Calgar was currently working overtime in Ultramar, and Dante was working overtime in the Dark Imperium; neither of them could spare any time.

"Both are first-class experts," Seth sighed in his unique style: "Both are at the level of being able to take a slap from a Primarch without dying."

This was indeed worthy of praise; after all, some Primarchs could even blow off an Astartes' head with one punch.

But Kharn was still silenced by Seth's praise, because he had really taken a slap from Dorn.

So Kharn didn't pay attention to Seth, but looked at the Primarch of Primaris: "You are an excellent warrior, better than me, but I can feel that your talent has not been truly manifested."

"That Great Magos is not a good mentor; you should go find someone else to learn how to fight."

Kharn's words were sincere; in fact, if possible, Kharn would even be willing to teach the Primarch of Primaris himself.

He saw something in the Primarch of Primaris that he himself had almost forgotten.

The aura of the World Eaters of the past lingered on the Primarch of Primaris.

It was just that Kharn still had a grudge to settle now.

According to Zhou Yun's plan, once the Indomitus Crusade began, they would synchronize their actions and hunt down Erebus.

He didn't have much time to teach the Primarch of Primaris.

"It's not easy to catch up to combat techniques like yours," the Primarch of Primaris said in a humble tone.

"All are heroes, all are warriors; hero against hero, warrior against warrior," Zhou Yun looked at this scene, the corners of his mouth smiling slightly.

Sanguinius had just told Zhou Yun his thoughts through psychic communication.

Eliminate the natural estrangement between the Primaris and the old Astartes, so that the Astartes would not feel that they would be replaced, nor would they look down on the Primaris, and also let the Primaris not feel that they would replace the Astartes and look down on the old Astartes.

Saying this, Zhou Yun turned his head to look at Cawl.

"Cawl, tell me, do you have the technology to transform Astartes into Primaris Astartes?"

Cawl bowed respectfully to Zhou Yun: "The development of all technology cannot be hidden from your eyes and wisdom."

"Essentially, Primaris Space Marines just have three new modified organs compared to ordinary Astartes: tendon steel cables, the Hymn Pituitary, and the Belisarius Furnace."

"I can implant these new organs into ordinary Astartes; as long as they dare to cross the Rubicon Primaris, ordinary Space Marines can also be transformed into Primaris."

This matter caused a small commotion among the Astartes.

Many Astartes were tempted; although they still harbored a bit of vigilance toward the Primaris, who wouldn't want to become more powerful and serve the Hua Hua Hua Di Huang and the Empire better?

But there were also some Astartes who still felt worried; was this act of transforming the Hua Hua Hua Di Huang's creations a bit blasphemous?

"I have an edict signed by the Hua Hua Hua Di Huang here; he allows Cawl to perform Primaris transformation on Astartes," Zhou Yun said in a light tone, pulling out an Imperial edict he had just written from his four-dimensional pocket.

Although it was written by him just now, the Hua Hua Hua Di Huang's psychic power and the Hua Hua Hua Di Huang's signature on it were genuine.

Cawl's expression was stunned; there was such an edict, he didn't even know it himself.

But when the Astartes saw this edict, their hearts were immediately put at ease.

Cawl hesitated for a moment, and out of the rigor of an Omnissiah believer, he still spoke cautiously:

"The technology to transform original Space Marines into Primaris is not yet mature."

"It cannot be 100% successful... it's about 66%..."

A 66% success rate? Most Astartes felt it was acceptable.

"A 66% mortality rate." But after Cawl finished speaking, their emotions were not so high in an instant.

They could accept dying on the battlefield, but they couldn't quite accept dying on the operating table.

After all, their current bodies could still contribute to the Hua Hua Hua Di Huang, but dying on the operating table would not.

"I'll do it."

Just at this moment, Kharn said in a low voice.

(End of chapter) ===== CHAPTER 451 =====