How many Primaris Space Marines Dora Khaur had buried across the galaxy was probably a question he himself couldn't answer.
But at least, there were certainly hundreds of thousands.
After all, there were hundreds of thousands on Mars alone, and when Guilliman began the Indomitus Crusade, Dora Khaur pulled out eighty fully equipped and manned chapters from his four-dimensional chrysanthemum at once, which was enough for a Legion.
Over ten thousand years, Dora Khaur buried Primaris all over the galaxy; to say no one knew about it would be pure nonsense.
GW might be able to bluster in their books that Cawl kept it secret and no one knew before Guilliman's return, but in a realistic world, that's just too damn ridiculous!
Not to mention where Cawl found so many suitable recruits for modification, or how he secretly buried so many people, just the stasis fields he used to bury the Primaris don't seem like something that could be completely concealed.
What's more, Cawl also prepared enough weapons and equipment for all the Primaris Space Marines.
The mobilization of so many resources, even if the time scale is extended to ten thousand years, is still too absurd.
Especially since Cawl was alone, with no one helping him except himself and his technical team, how did he manage to keep it completely secret?
One can only say that GW is just a lousy miniature seller; what the hell does he know about warhammer!
So, when Luka blustered that he knew about the Primaris, both Ovilia and Mephiston tacitly acknowledged it, and didn't think there was anything wrong with the Inquisition knowing about it.
Of course, it was mainly Luka's attitude that kept Ovilia from being nervous; otherwise, if the Inquisition knew Dora Khaur's little secret, it would be very dangerous for Ovilia, his student.
Some things are insignificant until they are put on a scale, but once on the scale, they become immensely heavy.
If Luka didn't investigate, and even helped conceal it, then the matter of the Primaris Space Marines was a minor issue, neither mentioned nor ignored.
After all, who doesn't have a few little secrets? The Adeptus Mechanicus conducting some over-the-line experiments wasn't a major problem.
As long as the Space Marines didn't come knocking, claiming it was blasphemy, then everything was fine.
Of course, the Primaris themselves still needed to be kept secret; their height, at least two or three heads taller than older Space Marines, was simply too conspicuous.
"The Blood Angels can overlook this matter and will not leak it," Mephiston stated first. It was enough to save these Weeping Angels; as for the Primaris Space Marines, he did not intend to inquire further.
However, Mephiston was not without concern. He directly asked Luka: "Sage Ovilia said that after Primaris modification, these brothers' physiques would significantly increase. They shouldn't appear in public anymore, should they? How will you ensure this doesn't attract attention, Your Excellency?"
A Space Marine's height is around seven feet, which translates to about 2.1 meters in metric units. Considering individual talent, a Space Marine's height is typically around 2.1 to 2.4 meters.
A Primaris Space Marine, however, is ten feet tall, which is 3.04 meters.
This difference is truly massive, and it also makes the Primaris Space Marines overly conspicuous.
As for the issue of ill-fitting equipment, that's not as serious; upsizing Power Armor is much easier than hiding a three-meter giant.
Luka had a good answer to this question: "I will temporarily assign them to the Deathwatch's roster. Staying with me for a short time won't be a problem.
After all, I am an Inquisitor; sheltering a few Astartes is quite easy.
Once the Gene-Seed Primarch returns, none of this will be an issue. By then, even you, Mephiston, might have to undergo Primaris surgery."
Hearing Luka say this, Mephiston did not say much, only nodded knowingly and said, "Then I leave them to you, Your Excellency Luka."
Mephiston wasn't worried about anything happening; after all, the Blood Angels still had half a company here, and if anything truly happened, they wouldn't stand by.
No matter what, the Blood Angels were a founding chapter, so sheltering their successor chapter and an Inquisitor was not a big problem.
Moreover, Mephiston felt that Luka probably didn't need protection; he was chosen by the Emperor himself, and he would bring hope to the Imperium.
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Tahier felt like he had a very long dream. In the dream, he seemed to return to his hometown from childhood, seeing his parents whose memories had long since blurred.
His hometown was just an ordinary Imperial Hive World, and his parents were just ordinary Hive City workers. They toiled daily, making their meager contributions to the Imperium.
But they loved Tahier very much, giving him the best they could possibly offer.
Thus, despite not being wealthy, young Tahier grew up healthy under his parents' loving care.
Until Tahier was fourteen, when angels of the Emperor descended from the sky, hoping to gain new blood from this world to become one of them.
Tahier, disregarding his parents' objections, resolutely participated in the selection and successfully passed the trials amidst various difficulties, becoming a recruit of the Weeping Angels.
This made him leave his hometown, leave his loving parents, and he never returned.
In the blink of an eye, a golden service stud had been hammered into his head, meaning he had served the Emperor for a full hundred years.
His parents were mere mortals, nothing special, and as Hive City workers, it was impossible for them to receive the Imperium's life-extension services.
So, in Tahier's view, his parents had long since grown old, and even his own memories of them had blurred, no longer remembering their faces.
But in the dream, he seemed to see his parents again, feeling their loving gaze and gentle embrace, making him want to sink into it forever.
"No, child, you still have unfulfilled responsibilities. The Emperor needs you, and countless innocent people need you to save them," his father's voice rang out.
Tahier gazed at him; he knew clearly that his father would not speak like that.
But at this moment, he wanted to give up. A hundred years of fighting had left him exhausted, and the suffering his chapter endured had left his heart scarred.
At this moment, Tahier so wished he could just give up and return to the Golden Throne with his parents.
However, his mother gently stroked his head and said, "Child, I know you are very tired, but you must persevere. He needs you, and more people need you too. Don't disappoint them, and don't disappoint me, okay?
We will be waiting for you at the final destination, waiting for you to fulfill your responsibilities, to come to us with glory, and to tell us of your brilliance and honor."
Subsequently, Tahier felt his parents push him away, and a light emanated from them, causing him to involuntarily close his eyes.
When Tahier opened his eyes again, he had returned to reality.
Beside him, a man dressed in Inquisitor robes spoke: "You're awake? You are the best among this group."
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