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Chapter 362: Last Breath

Roboute Guilliman

Primarch of the Ultramarines of the XIII Space Marine Legion, Lord of the Five Hundred Worlds of Ultramar, and Regent of the Imperium.

Genetic offspring of the Emperor.

Today, when the Emperor is deified by the state religion, he is the Son of God walking on earth.

Upon learning that she would be able to meet the Son of God, the nun's pupils trembled with excitement. She stepped forward with great piety, but was stopped by May and Howard at the same time.

"The Regent's time is precious, please hurry up," Reagan urged.

Howard and May looked at each other, and both saw the suspicion in each other's eyes.

Finally, Howard stopped the nun and asked Reagan:

"Lord Regen, how did you achieve instant communication across galaxies?"

After Howard said this, the nun who was a little upset just now immediately reacted.

Although Karenya is not located on the dark side of the empire, it is also on the edge of the empire's holy border. It is separated from Holy Terra by hundreds of star regions, and the average diameter of each star region is more than a hundred light years.

Under normal circumstances, it might take several years or even longer for an astropathic communication to reach Holy Terra from here. When Esrik's father faced the beast, he sent a message for help to the surrounding star regions, but it took several years to receive a response.

Of course, the subspace is full of twists and turns. It is not uncommon for a communication sent today to be delivered to the target location the next second or even the day before it was sent.

But whether the Great Imperial Regent was in Holy Terra, Ultramar, or somewhere else at the moment, unless he was near Calenya, instant communication would be impossible.

If Reagan really possesses this kind of instant communication method that can span such a long distance, then the most valuable thing on the planet may not be the energy source in Howard's hands.

Reagan's face showed no emotion in response to Howard's questioning. He still made an inviting gesture and said:

"Instead of continuing to question it, why not verify it with your own eyes? If you miss this opportunity, it will be gone forever. Are you worried that I will hurt you? I promise you, you will never be hurt by this."

"No, that's not right." Howard shook his head repeatedly. "Speaking that way, with that arrogant, controlling tone, you... you're the Mechanical Sage."

When these words were spoken, the surrounding humans and elves were all shocked. The nun even drew out her chainsaw sword and looked at the skinny middle-aged man in front of her with vigilance.

Facing the scrutiny and hostility of the crowd, Reagan just leisurely reached into his pocket, then took out a special pistol and pulled the trigger at Howard.

With a click, the firing pin hit the primer, but the bullet did not leave the chamber.

Trying to harm the Master of Om Messiah with a gun is nothing but wishful thinking.

But the nun still protected Howard behind her, and Howard had a very brief moment to look into the Mechanical Sage's eyes through Lord Reagan's pupils.

He greatly underestimated the oil man in front of him.

In many people's stereotypes, the members of the Mechanicus seem to be a group of naive technical geeks who spend all day with machines, devote themselves to studying technology, and even become obsessed with data.

Even Howard was inevitably influenced by this view.

In fact, this inherent concept is totally wrong.

If these oil men were truly ignorant of the ways of the world and knew nothing except knowledge, then in the thousands of years of coexisting with the empire, they should have been devoured by this behemoth long ago. How could they have become one of the two-headed eagles of the empire?

But most of the time, the identity of a mechanical monk allows them to have the capital to get what they want without participating in these boring political games.

But this does not mean that they do not understand politics, nor does it mean that they do not understand struggle and conspiracy. After all, these oil men may have been modified everywhere in their bodies, but their brains are the least likely to be modified. Even if their brains are modified, it is often to improve efficiency rather than castrate the original functions of the brain.

And it is his brain that determines a person's thinking.

Howard did not expect this. He had not paid attention to it before, let alone thought in this direction, so he overlooked a lot of things.

It now seemed that the great nobles' fear of the Mechanical Sage and the origin of his last breath were clues that he had not noticed.

In fact, even if he had expected it, there was nothing he could do. Up to this point, he had already turned around many situations that were basically dead ends for ordinary people. But now he was facing a dead end that even the emperor could not turn around without using violence and his own influence.

Not all problems have solutions.

Seeing that the bullet was not fired, "Regan" put the gun in his hand in front of his eyes and observed it with curiosity.

When she discovered that Regen's gun had misfired, the Sister of Battle seized the opportunity and rushed forward, piercing the human's abdomen with her chainsaw sword and lifting him up.

"Why!" the nun asked angrily, letting Regan's blood stain her armor red: "Why did you do this!?"

The nun's shout attracted the attention of everyone around. They looked towards the place where the incident happened, but they only saw the nun impaling a great noble of Karenya on a chainsaw sword.

As a result, the temporary station, which had been relatively peaceful, suddenly exploded. Soldiers and officers looked at the scene in surprise. Most of them did not see Reagan shooting, but only saw the scene of the battle sister piercing Reagan.

So they drew their weapons and aimed at the combat nun who looked more dangerous. If the combat nun did anything out of line again, they would really shoot without hesitation.

After suffering a fatal attack, there was no trace of pain on Reagan's face. His pupils rolled up and only the whites of his eyes remained in his eye sockets.

Then, from his throat, which was constantly bleeding, came the muffled voice of the Mechanical Sage:

"Sister Gloria... things shouldn't have come to this."

Dark purple mist overflowed from Reagan's body and spread around. The nun instinctively sensed the danger. She shook Reagan off and quickly retreated, but some of it accidentally got on her facial skin.

Suddenly, the nun felt a numbness and suffocation that struck her soul.

Last breath.

The nun's strength was drained away, she staggered and fell to her knees, gradually surrounded by the spreading poisonous fog.

In the moment of danger, a strong wind blew away the smoke of the dying breath. This was the psychic storm raised by Mei, but in the eyes of bystanders, this action further confirmed her identity as the attacker along with the nun.

How could Mei not see this, but she knew even more that if the nun was exposed to more dying breaths, she might die here.