Serious person, who is learning magic in Marvel?

In the end, Guilliman never found out who spread such gossip. Of course, he actually knew the attitude of his descendants towards Yinfreni, but how could he explain it?

Some things would become more confusing the more they were explained. After thinking about it again, he decided to put the matter aside.

There are more important things to do right now.

For example, a meeting with Belisarius Call.

There are many solemn conference halls on Macragge's Glory, but there is only one that is truly worthy of the level of 'Primarch'. Guilliman set the meeting place here, which to a certain extent shows his understanding of the meeting.

Belisarius paid attention to it.

However, this is actually not the first time they have met.

"Repeat your application."

Guilliman rubbed his temples with a headache, trying not to stand up and angrily curse at this Belisarius extension - yes, this mechanical priest installed himself on Macragge's Glory.

The extension number is kept on the ship in a form similar to that of a consultant.

However, at the same time, his body is still conducting one or several studies on Mars.

As we all know, Belisarius Caul basically has no time to sleep. He puts all his energy into research. Because of this, he is quite a headache in some aspects.

Guilliman felt that the so-called 'extension' in front of him looked like a hate intelligence, but he could only hold his nose and admit it. Otherwise, what else could he do?

In the eyes of many people, the most heretical Mechanicus Priest in history said in his unique synthesized voice: "I would like to apply to study on the Revenge."

Guilliman thought for a long time before cautiously asking: "How big is the scope of learning you are talking about?"

Kaul was suspiciously silent for a moment, but soon said as if nothing happened: "Including but not limited to the analysis of the new technology 'Pattern Array' and the study of the rumored self-aware center of the array. Of course, I

What I am more interested in is actually the portable personal terminal in your hand——"

"——Don't even think about it."

Guilliman waved his hand decisively: "The personal terminal is a precious item that cannot be copied. It is impossible for me to hand it over to you. As for your study on the Revenge... this can be discussed.

discuss."

"First of all, the pattern, Father Call, let me make this clear - you'd better not think anything about the pattern, do you understand?"

The original body's expression was extremely serious: "No one can study the pattern array without his permission. Otherwise, the consequences will be very serious. You'd better not study it privately... You haven't studied it privately, have you?"

?”

"Right?"

Kaul was suspiciously silent for two seconds again. Considering that the configuration of his extension is quite excellent, and it contains fragments of Kaul's personality, there is absolutely no possibility of a so-called delay...

Guilliman's brows were already furrowed, and his temples began to throb: "Have you already studied it?!"

"...Yes, my lord." Kaul replied slowly. "Not only that, because I studied it, I also caused a huge explosion with a radius of five kilometers around it. To this day, the remaining

The special energy at the scene still hasn’t dissipated.”

Guilliman stared at the full-covering mask of Caul's extension and said nothing for a while, trying hard to ignore the subtle hint of pride in Caul's synthesized voice.

Why are you so proud?

"Are there any casualties?"

"Except for all my functional bodies, there were no casualties."

Spare body...

Guilliman no longer knew what he should feel: "Researching imperial secrets without authorization and possessing a spare body. Do you know that these two crimes are enough to make you——"

"—stripped of everything and handed over to the Inquisition, I know, my lord, I know it all."

Kaul didn't seem to take this seriously at all. He spread out the two pairs of mechanical hands, and the four extra arms on his back also spread out one after another: "So didn't I come to you to apply? Moreover, the Tribunal has been banned.

.”

Then do I still have to thank you?

Guilliman was quite tolerant of Caul's many annoying idiosyncrasies and unabashed disregard for etiquette. All of this was due to Caul's talent, of course, but also to another thing.

He sincerely believes that he can use the power of science to repair the broken galaxy and defeat Chaos and other horrors once and for all.

"...I will review your application as soon as possible."

Guilliman didn't say more, but asked another question: "How is the planetary transformation plan we discussed last time going?"

"Please wait."

Kaul lowered his head, and the gears were turning and the low humming sound came from his iron-shelled head. After a while, a white light flashed, and Kaul raised his head again.

"The planet reshaping technology has been initially completed and can be put into use at any time. However, the process is expected to last one to two centuries, my lord. Although it is possible to restore the habitable environment to the dead planet caused by the extinction order and similar events, but you

You have to be more tolerant of time.”

Guilliman pondered for a while: "If I let you go to the Vengeance to study, can this time be shortened?"

Obviously, he is extremely familiar with Kaul's tactics, not only because of his instinctive sensitivity to politics, but also because Kaul himself is a nagging person who doesn't like to speak clearly.

The Mechanic Priest immediately nodded, and the tone of his synthesized voice was much higher: "Of course, sir!"

He still maintains the logic and self-consistency of his language: "The Holy Revenge can definitely enlighten my ignorant brain! Oh, the Messiah is above,"

Guilliman remained unmoved: "How many years?"

"Seventy years!" Caul gave a strong and brief answer, but Guilliman still seemed dissatisfied.

He frowned. "It's been too long, Call."

"I want you to reduce it to less than fifty years - you know the character of those people in the Ministry of Interior. If this technology is announced by me and put on their desks, they will probably use it the first time it is announced.

We will send a colonial mission up there in two years."

"And people will dig in like crazy."

His words did not conceal his disdain for the Ministry of the Interior: "Are these idiots playing a game where surviving the first year counts as victory? Hmph... That's it for now. I will notify you if the review is approved.

your."

Caul, who didn't pay much attention to etiquette at first, actually bowed to Guilliman for the first time and left the conference hall respectfully, even closing the door.

Guilliman looked at the closed door with a strange expression - What? In your opinion, I still have to stay here?