Chapter 671: Cawl: Yeah-be!

The wind on the Murder planet was quite loud, as if the Astartes and giant spider monsters who died here ten thousand years ago were wailing on this planet, venting their anger and resentment.

Cawl's huge body unfolded from under his scarlet robes, instantly filling the entire room. The mechanical arms, tentacles, and chainsaws on his body began to modify and repair this laboratory abandoned by Fabius Bile. In just over ten minutes, this laboratory was repaired to a usable degree.

More than ten mini-Doraemons crawled out from under Cawl's robes, helping Cawl transport a twisted, deformed corpse to the test bench in front of him.

Saul was somewhat tongue-tied looking at this scene. During this period, members of the Adeptus Mechanicus were quite active, and Fulgrim was investigating the traces of clone Primarchs and Fabius Bile, having contact and communication with many members of the Adeptus Mechanicus.

Most members of the Adeptus Mechanicus wished they could build a shrine to worship the mini-Doraemons. Saul had also seen with his own eyes an Archmagos of the Adeptus Mechanicus kneel down to a mini-Doraemon, wailing and begging the Machine God, Lord Xiao Fu, to grant him inspiration.

And these members of the Adeptus Mechanicus had at most three or five mini-Doraemons by their side; having seven or eight was considered being favored by the gods. But Cawl... Cawl just shook his robes casually, and more than a dozen or twenty mini-Doraemons appeared, and these mini-Doraemons were just acting as assistants for Cawl.

Saul was surprised by Cawl's uniqueness on one hand, and even more surprised by the great power of Saint Doraemon on the other.

Every mini-Doraemon was an extension of Saint Doraemon, capable of inducing inspiration, pulling out gadgets, soothing and controlling machine spirits, and even summoning gods. The more mini-Doraemons in the real world, the stronger the influence of that person on reality.

"It seems that those members of the Adeptus Mechanicus are not really favored; the power Saint Doraemon invested in them is not worth mentioning." Fulgrim said softly.

But just that little gift that was not worth mentioning allowed many stagnant technologies to begin to develop, lost technologies to begin to revive, and old weapons to begin to burst out with brand-new power, having a great impact on the Imperium.

Not to mention anything else, just in the Imperial Neiwu Force, after introducing new technology and artificial intelligence, the sudden death rate dropped by 222 percentage points, and the ten-year survival rate also increased by 222 percent.

The only small problem was that many artificial intelligences appeared to have psychological problems such as depression, paranoia, and numbness after working in the Neiwu Force for a period of time, especially after processing documents and archives written on parchment for ten thousand years in the Imperium.

For this reason, members of the Adeptus Mechanicus specifically manufactured an artificial intelligence psychologist to treat the psychological problems of artificial intelligence.

But many artificial intelligence psychologists also developed psychological problems after treating a large number of artificial intelligences in the Neiwu Force. I heard that many members of the Adeptus Mechanicus have been studying mechanical psychology recently, trying to manufacture an artificial intelligence that can treat the psychological problems of artificial intelligence psychologists.

Under the great power of Saint Doraemon, the Adeptus Mechanicus could now squander inspiration like this.

But now it seemed that producing such an effect only consumed a very small amount of that person's power.

Saul watched Belisarius Dora Cawl begin to cut the deformed corpse with a chainsaw.

The face of that corpse was also twisted, but vaguely, Saul could still distinguish the face hidden under the white hair, the face similar to Fulgrim...

That was a clone of Fulgrim, just a failure.

Fulgrim looked at this scene, his expression seemingly a bit dazed.

He perceived Saul's gaze, his gaze moved down slightly, and he looked at Saul: "Don't disturb Archmagos Cawl's experiment; let's go patrol the position."

Saul did not object; he knew that Fulgrim must be feeling a mix of emotions looking at this scene.

He and Fulgrim parted at the door, each patrolling half of the defense line. But after Fulgrim walked far away, Saul slowed his pace slightly and started the Phoenix-exclusive auxiliary AI Iron Ten built into his power armor.

"Hello, Iron Ten. My father and clone Primarch Fulgrim has complex emotions toward his creator Fabius. I think he might have regarded Fabius as a father figure, but Fabius is a shameful traitor. How should I advise Fulgrim?"

"Hmm, the user is asking how to advise Fulgrim, who regards the traitor Fabius as a father. This question is a bit unexpected, but quite interesting. The user has previously asked 'How to attract Fulgrim's attention without leaving a trace?' 'How to get more praise from Fulgrim?' 'What to do if I feel honored to be by Fulgrim's side?' It seems the user loves this Fulgrim very much. Need to provide for the user..."

Saul raised his head suddenly; his superhuman perception allowed him to perceive that the ground of the Murder planet was sending out a slight tremor, as if there were many things wriggling in the ground.

Inside the laboratory, with the help of the Primaris-Head, Cawl manipulated the chainsaw behind him to begin cutting the body of this clone Fulgrim.

The wisdom contained in this clone naturally displayed itself before Cawl, but as the dissection deepened, Cawl gradually discovered that this clone seemed to have undergone extra design, deliberately showing its creator's wisdom to Cawl, laying out puzzles for Cawl to solve, in order to test Cawl's technology.

This was a challenge, a challenge from Fabius Bile.

Cawl sneered, easily cracking a mystery hidden between the genes and flesh, slightly glimpsing a corner of the clone Primarch technology.

It had to be said that Fabius Bile's creativity was indeed extraordinary. Just this corner made Cawl see a crazy, unconstrained monster.

Just at this moment, the ground trembled slightly, and a storm roared in the sky.

Cawl raised his head slightly, and one or two mini-Doraemons popped out from Cawl's side, whispering in Cawl's ear.

"The *King of Explorers* has been invaded."

"The ground of the Murder planet hides the egg of the giant spider monster resurrected by Fabius."

Cawl looked at the Primaris-Head beside him and said:

"Go tell these things to the clone Primarch."

"Help him intercept Fabius Bile's invasion."

The Primaris-Head did not move: "You need my protection."

Belisarius Cawl glared at him fiercely: "I don't need it. Go fulfill your responsibility and drag out time for me to solve the wisdom of the clone Primarch."

The Primaris-Head hesitated for a moment, finally nodded slightly, and chose to obey Cawl's order.

After the Primaris-Head left, Cawl shook his robes slightly.

A mini-Doraemon crawled out, holding an inverted triangular glass cone in its hand. In the cone was crimson blood, shaking slightly in the glass cone, as if it were liquid ruby.

Source Blood Stack, an artifact storing the gene sequences of twenty-one Primarchs.

Cawl remained expressionless. Another mini-Doraemon crawled out from under his robes, holding a small child's camera in its hand.

Cawl leaned his face close to the Source Blood Stack, and a mechanical arm equipped with scissors at the end approached his face.

The mini-Doraemon pressed the shutter, taking a picture of Cawl's face, the scissors hand, and the Source Blood Stack. A photo was then spat out from under the camera.

The mini-Doraemon pulled out the photo, shook it gently, turned it into a psychic signal, and threw it into the Warp. ===== CHAPTER 672 =====