2nd Primarch

Dukel quickly found Cawl and took him aboard the Inner Fire, heading towards Gris's laboratory.

In recent times, this great mechanical sage had been spending his time on the Fire of the Soul.

In the previous war, both the expeditionary fleet and Guilliman's fleet suffered considerable damage, and it would take several months to maintain and recuperate, clean up the nearby dark worlds, and rescue the Imperial survivors within.

Therefore, there was still plenty of time.

Along the way, Dukel and Cawl viewed the scenery aboard the Soul Fire with great interest.

Although Dukel was the owner of this Glorious Queen-class battleship, he was such a homebody that he stayed in his office 99% of the time. Only rarely did he go up to the bridge to receive the battle groups joining the expedition fleet.

The length of the Soul Fire was 28 kilometers, nearly enough to cross the urban area of a world capital. In Dukel's previous life, the Ford-class aircraft carrier was 337 meters long, but this length was not even as long as the caliber of the Soul Fire's cannon.

Compared to this huge warship, Dukel's usual range of activity was nothing. At this moment, he felt the same sense of novelty as Cawl.

The style of the Inner Fire, with gold and silver as the main colors, was similar to what Dukel had seen on Ophelia VII. It was almost certainly the work of the nuns.

It did not continue the depressing and dull Gothic style of the Imperial Navy. Instead, it looked grand and elegant, with a religious solemnity. Although this was a bit flashy, it was brighter and more hopeful.

Dukel was not too surprised by the style of the Soul Fire—he had been resurrected on Ophelia VII, the base camp of the nuns.

When the expedition fleet first set sail, the proportion of battle sisters in the legion had even exceeded 50% at one point. It was not until a large number of troops were recruited from various saved worlds that this proportion dropped sharply.

These girls, who were warriors, also had a natural love for beauty. Apart from training and fighting, they were very happy to decorate the battleship that served as their home, especially when the owner of this battleship was so lazy that he didn't even want to take care of government affairs, let alone these trivial matters.

"Cawl, I heard that you have the gene seeds of the Second Legion in your hands and have ever planned to activate them and perform Primaris Casting?" Dukel suddenly asked while walking.

"Yes, Your Highness," Cawl did not deny it. Although this was a taboo, as the Primarch, the other party would definitely not do anything without a purpose. There was no point in trying to deceive him at this moment.

But even so, Cawl was still wondering in his heart how Dukel knew this information, and in just a moment, he locked his target on the Regent.

"Don't be nervous, Cawl. I am not a person who sticks to the rules," Dukel saw what he was thinking and said something to comfort him. "In fact, I have been working hard on this matter since I woke up from the Lost. I am very optimistic about your Space Marine Primaris technology."

"I have heard the Regent mention that you are a respectable scholar who is good at meditation." After knowing that the Primarch did not want to pursue the responsibility, Cawl also set aside his doubts.

Afterwards, Cawl, who had long lost his emotions, even made a small joke with Dukel during their conversation. "After witnessing Your Majesty's heroic appearance on the battlefield that day, I thought that the Regent might have remembered it wrongly. Now that I see you again, I deeply feel that what Your Majesty Guilliman said is true."

"Hahaha, in this vast galaxy, the only things that cannot be wasted are combat and scientific research."

Dukel smiled in agreement with the joke made by the oil man. "I once gave Gris the technology that can solve the genetic defect and asked him to consult you. Unfortunately, he has not produced any satisfactory results until now."

"It's not his fault, Your Highness. Gris and I have different research directions. Om Messiah filled the Milky Way with infinite mysteries so that we can learn from them and become perfect creatures step by step. Gris's ideas are different from mine. He believes that the roar of mechanical creations is the noble expression of the will of the God of All Machines."

What the Primarch did not expect was that Cawl would take the initiative to excuse him. He scanned the mechanical creations on the Inner Fire with his mechanical eyes and said with a little emotion,

"Isn't this great creation the result of Gris's wisdom?"

"That's true." Dukel nodded in agreement.

Although the technology he gave Gris was very important, no matter how important it was, it was only the critical 1%. The remaining 99% was undeniably the result of Gris's hard work.

Without Gris's help and unremitting support, even as the Primarch, he would not have been able to form such a large expedition fleet with two Queen of Glory-class ships in such a short time.

"Your Highness."

As the two of them were walking, a team of battle sisters on patrol aboard the Heartfire came over. After respectfully paying homage to the Primarch, they left without looking away, showing their high military discipline.

Just as Dukel was satisfied with their behavior,

"Pah—"

An exquisite doll, about 10 centimeters in size, fell from one of the nuns' bodies and lay on the deck of the Soul Fire. In just a moment of falling, the doll was picked up, and the nun continued to walk forward as if nothing had happened.

But how could this be hidden from the Primarch's sight? Dukel saw it clearly. Although no one dared to make a doll with his image, this doll was 70% similar to him.

How could he, who had always lived a reclusive life, know that making similar dolls had become one of the nuns' biggest hobbies?

And just as the nuns expected, Dukel didn't care about such trivial matters and even found them quite interesting.

However, the Primarch immediately turned his attention to Cawl, "What did you see?"

"Your Highness, look at this deck under our feet. The craftsmanship is really good."

Cawl replied tactfully.

Dukel nodded in satisfaction.

After this little episode, the two soon arrived at a huge machinery workshop.

When they met Gris in the workshop, the great sage was wearing dirty work clothes, busy at a huge engine.

"Your Highness Dukel, and... Cawl?! Cawl, why are you here!" To Dukel's surprise, after seeing Cawl, Gris acted as if he had seen a ghost.

He shrank his neck, then said stiffly,

"Cawl, you lunatic! What are you doing here?!"

"Gris, there's no need to be so prejudiced against me."

"Crazy people are not welcome here, Cawl, you are too extreme!"

"My colleague, you are too conservative. You are just limited in your ability, so you regard your faith as a dogma that you dare not challenge. Your thinking is constrained—but this is not your fault, Gris. Your thinking is just imprisoned by the times."

"01110!"

"01001"

As if they realized it was not decent to argue like this in front of the Primarch, they suddenly switched to the binary language of the Mechanicus tacitly.

But now Dukel finally understood why Gris still looked like he didn't understand Primaris, even though he had asked Gris to consult Cawl.

At this point, he was 22% sure that Gris had never actually gone to see Cawl.

Looking at the two Mechanicus sages arguing in binary code, Dukel suddenly spoke up.

"0010100."

The quarrel between the two great sages came to an abrupt end.

"010011." Magnus, who was hanging on Dukel's waist, suddenly spoke at this moment.

The two Primarchs smiled at each other and once again realized the importance of mastering a foreign language.

"Okay, I didn't call you here to quarrel." Dukel patted the shoulders of the two great sages.

Seeing that they had both fallen silent, they returned to their gentle, harmless nerd appearance.

Dukel placed Magnus's head on the table as a sign of respect for him.

The Second Legion Science and Technology Research Group is launched!