– Location – The Throne Room of the Yherizan's Pyramid –
– Time – One Week Since the Ignition of the Meereen Rebellion –
Nazareth sat upon his throne as Viserion circled above him. Cain lay flat at Nazareth's feet as Jurten came walking into the throne room before promptly kneeling before his god.
"My Lord, Houses Dhazak, Galare, Ghazeen, Hazkar, Kandaq, Loraq, Merreq, Naqqan, Pahl, Quazzar, Reznak, Rhazdar, Uhlez, and Yherizan have all fallen. All that is left of a symbol of resistance to your rule is Zhak, who are currently being held within their pyramid."
Nazareth's eyes looked at Jurten with happiness at this state as he stood from his throne. Cain, sleeping peacefully, was abruptly awakened as he hurriedly followed Nazareth.
Nazareth stepped towards Jurten before pulling him into an embrace. The week since Nazareth's arrival, a lot had happened. First, within Nazareth's mind space, a new set of altars appeared, each bearing the logo of the four Chaos Gods, with the Emperor at the centre of all four.
From behind the altars came a banner of tremendous size made of black and gold, with a green dragon skull looking downwards as a white crusader's cross pierced its skull. The banner constantly fluttered like it was hoisted between a titan as it hung menacingly over the altars.
Secondly, from the absolute slaughter his Kriegmen had incited within Meereen, his points had quadrupled, leaving him back to when he battled Khorne within his realm.
That battle still left mental scars within his mind as a permanent red hue emanated from the Khorne altar, unlike the rest, which silently hung.
Meanwhile, as Jurten was pulled into the hug of his god, pride and happiness spread within him as Nazareth slowly let go of him. Without missing a beat, Jurten performed a pike salute with two thumbs mimicking a dragon head whilst his fingers made out hands and wings.
"You've done well, Jurten."
This simple acknowledgement from Nazareth struck deeply within Jurten as his face behind the mask broke with a smile, bearing his white teeth.
"Th-Thank you, my lord."
With a simple wave of Nazareth's hand, Jurten promptly stood and left his god with Cain and Viserion.
Viserion, previously circling the throne of Nazareth, landed beside him as Cain ran and started to nudge at Nazareth's tibia.
Nazareth's eyes looked beyond the room he was currently in as he looked towards his system page.
– System Main –
– Shop –– Pets / Allies List –– Holdings –– Industrial Planner – (WIP)– STC Scanner – (Beta)
Many new options had opened up. Nazareth's eyes were mostly focused on the STC Scanner; given its name, it could definitely help in the acquisition of humanity's technology. But more importantly now was the Industrial Planner.
Previously, within the shop, an option for a planetary scanner had appeared, and its description was that it could locate materials, best options for industries, etc. But now, within this option, even though it was still in progress, it would help Nazareth plan his future cities.
Nazareth stood near the edge of the balcony of the pyramid as he leaned against the walls to stop idiotic people from falling.
From below came shouts of excitement as people, looking at their god's home, vaguely saw their god and began to scream for his attention.
Nazareth, overlooking the city, could hear the shouts but acted indifferent, as this scene had happened every time he walked or travelled to and from the war zones of the city. Throughout the week, he had been gathering the masons of Meereen to build his home with the rubble of the fallen pyramids of the great slavers.
He had also gathered the forge workers and scholars and, from his enhanced memories and ideas, gave them plans for better armour, weapons, and overall improvements to combat gear. He also gathered Magisters from the former great slavers to count and tally how many truly within Meereen currently fell under his rule and provide education.
Nazareth's eye fell to a small corner of Meereen where shouts, although far from him, could still be picked up by his enhanced hearing. Overall, the sound of battle seemed to be going well for his soldiers as he heard Karl's plasma weapon shooting constantly and las-fire before shouts for retreat.
– Location – Mechanicus Outpost No. 1 –
– Date – 799.M30 –
Archer stood, his massive body a conglomeration of plasteel and ceramic, as he looked at the battlefield.
From his mechanical sight came piles of corpses reaching at least hundreds of metres tall as cranes picked up the corpses and piled even more on top.
From behind his back came the rumbling of steps as a Reaver stood menacingly over the Magos.
"This is Senioris Princep Scrum, reporting for the Omnissiah's mission, Magos Archer."
Archer turned and looked at the massive god-engine as its plasma reactor hummed, the air surrounding its armour visibly moving in waves.
"Honourable Princep Scrum. I, Magos Archer #45, welcome the arrival of a Senioris on the planet of Noyolea."
Archer, still looking at the god-engine, let out steam from his CPU as he listed the weapons currently on the Reaver-class Titan.
The Reaver-class Titan standing in front of Archer had one melta cannon, one volcano cannon, a chassis-mounted Apocalypse missile launcher, and was equipped with its standard four void shields.
Scrum, feeling in relay from the Reaver the investigative eyes of Archer, spoke again.
"Magos Archer, as in accordance with the Forge World Noyolis, I, representative of Grand-Master Halifa, bring a further contingent to guard this outpost. Currently, the force employed by Titanicus Noyoleais will be doubled and enhanced."
"I, Senioris Princep Scrum, will serve Magos Archer #45 for the time until the securing of planet Noyolea is accomplished. I bring a further twenty Wolf and Mastiff-class Warhounds along with five Reaver-class Titans."
As the vox-waves emanating from the Reaver in front of Archer ended, a feeling of honour and reverence surged at the fact that he could lead these artefacts and embodiments of the Omnissiah.
With a two-second freezing of communications, Archer spoke with awe:
"I thank Grand-Master Halifa and Factorial-General Dux for this honour."
Without further ado, the Reaver promptly marched towards a chasm where a total of sixty Warhound-class Titans with another four Reavers stood in complete silence, except for the humming of their reactors.
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