Cawl: Yeah, Baby

The winds on Murder swirled fiercely, as though the Astartes and Giant Spider Monsters who had died here ten thousand years ago were wailing across the planet, venting their fury and resentment.

Cawl's massive body unfolded from beneath his crimson robes, filling the entire room in an instant. The mechanical arms, tentacles, and chainsaws on his body began reconstructing and repairing the laboratory Fabius Bile had abandoned. In barely more than ten minutes, the lab had been restored to a usable state.

More than a dozen Mini Doraemons crawled out from beneath Cawl's robes, helping him carry a twisted, malformed corpse onto the experimental table before him.

Saul was somewhat dumbfounded by the sight. The members of the Adeptus Mechanicus had been quite active lately, while Fulgrim had been investigating the traces of the Clone Primarch and Fabius Bile, coming into contact and exchanging information with many members of the Adeptus Mechanicus.

Most members of the Adeptus Mechanicus wanted nothing more than to build shrines and worship the Mini Doraemons. Saul had personally seen a Magos of the Adeptus Mechanicus kneel before a Mini Doraemon, wailing as he begged Omnissiah Suneo to grant him inspiration.

Moreover, those members of the Adeptus Mechanicus had at most three to five Mini Doraemons by their sides. Having seven or eight was already considered divine favor. Yet Cawl merely gave his robes a shake, and a dozen or twenty Mini Doraemons appeared. And these Mini Doraemons served only as Cawl's assistants.

On one hand, Saul was astonished by Cawl's uniqueness. On the other, he was even more astonished by Saint Doraemon's Might.

Every Mini Doraemon was an extension of Saint Doraemon. They could inspire insight, produce gadgets, soothe and control machine spirits, and even summon divine descent. The more Mini Doraemons there were in