The Necron Scarabs in Ironvault's foundry were completely annihilated by the Hell Drakes, their burning psychic flames almost dyeing half the sky a chilling blood red!
The scorching heat caused heatwaves to rise from the wasteland!
From a distance, the flames engulfing the foundry looked like a giant furnace!
Although the Necron Scarabs were products of the Necrons, the former overlords of the Milky Way Galaxy...
Unfortunately, having lost their main control program and relying only on residual low-level programming, the Necron Scarabs, originally used for repairing living metal, were no match for a single Hell Drake, let alone a Chaos Daemon Engine that was fully awakened and controlled by someone?
Roar—
After eliminating all remaining Necron Scarabs, the Hell Drake landed on the wreckage of the foundry.
A figure cloaked in pure black robes descended from the Hell Drake, gazing at the charred debris and the completely destroyed foundry, falling into a long silence.
However, what was surprising was that he was covered in cables and circuits, and behind his black robes were several mechanical prosthetics.
His unique modification style clearly indicated the characteristics only possessed by a Tech-Priest of the Adeptus Mechanicus!
But on his clothing, which differed from the rusty red robes of the Adeptus Mechanicus, was a strange emblem: a skull combined with a human face, surrounded by eight spikes.
If Emrys were to see this, he would surely be shocked!
Because that was clearly the symbol of the 'Dark Mechanicus,' its origins tracing back to the distant Horus Heresy!
"Waste is waste."
The Dark Mechanicus Tech-Priest's tone was tinged with strong dissatisfaction: "I helped so much, and this is how things turned out. What a waste!"
Almost all the metal, energy, and even the Chaos Servitors in the entire foundry had been gnawed away by the Necron Scarabs, like a locust plague, leaving nothing behind.
Then, in the burning flames of the 'Hell Drake,' the few remaining machines were all melted down.
At this point, the entire foundry was completely destroyed, essentially having no further use.
The Dark Mechanicus Tech-Priest boarded the Hell Drake and descended to the lower levels of the foundry.
Following the remaining clues, he found the incomplete skeleton, gazed at the obvious severed cervical spine lying nearby, and let out a chilling sneer: "Indeed, a waste!"
Although he had suspected it, confirming that the skeleton's DNA belonged to Urien Hadley, he couldn't help but sneer.
Necron Scarabs, while theoretically capable of decomposing anything, scorned biological skeletons, a substance with pitifully little resources or energy.
Thanks to the Necron Scarabs, Urien was left with a 'complete corpse.'
"I wasted so many resources on him, and he just dies like this?"
The Dark Mechanicus Tech-Priest forcefully crushed the skull, his words full of dissatisfaction: "He made me lose a Daemon Engine! What a waste, trash, scum!"
Every Daemon Engine is extremely precious!
Deploying one in any battle possesses the power to change the entire tide of war, but this Brass Scorpion Daemon Engine had just been forged, hadn't even had time to be 'blessed,' and that idiot Urien had incinerated it.
Even if it is the Dark Mechanicus, it is still the Adeptus Mechanicus!
At this moment, this unknown Dark Tech-Priest wished he could drag Urien's soul out of the Warp and stuff it into a servo-skull!
But clearly, he didn't have that much power, so he had to give up.
The mechanical prosthetics behind him fired a melta blast directly at Urien's remains, utterly reducing him to ashes, barely venting his dissatisfaction.
The Dark Tech-Priest scanned the surroundings with a spectroscope and found that, apart from Urien, there seemed to be no other life.
In the lower levels of the foundry, there was only Urien's skeleton. It seemed... the person who broke into the foundry and released those metal beetles must have been the one just now.
Beep beep... beep beep...
Suddenly, a modified mechanical skull floated down from the Hell Drake nearby, its communication array emitting a voice communication request.
"How are things?"
A slightly deep, hoarse, somewhat old voice came from the communication device.
"The foundry is completely destroyed."
The Dark Mechanicus Tech-Priest's tone was very calm, seemingly unconcerned about the destruction of a mere factory: "Your carefully cultivated pawn is a waste, completely useless, and even made me lose a precious Daemon Engine. What do we do next?"
"It doesn't matter..."
The hoarse, old voice slowly said: "If it's broken, then find another one. The plan cannot stop. I have plotted for so many years for this moment!"
"I'm not interested in hearing your plan."
The Dark Tech-Priest interrupted the other party, coldly saying: "Because of your pawn's stupidity, I lost a Daemon Engine. Now... how will you compensate me for my loss?"
"Believe me, the technology of that ancient ruin is enough to compensate you for your loss." The old voice said unhurriedly, calmly: "Not only can it compensate your loss, but it can even allow you to research and completely surpass other old guys."
"I believe you, but..."
The Dark Tech-Priest paused for half a second, his words containing a hint of threat: "If you dare to deceive me, I will let you know what consequences await you!"
"I am a smart man, sir."
The old voice slowly said: "The commonality among smart people is never to offend those who should not be offended, and you... great Archmagos of the Dark Mechanicus, Archmagos Rosales, are precisely the person I least wish to offend."
"It's good that you understand..."
Archmagos Rosales' cogitator system flickered with an eerie red light, and he sneered: "Don't forget the terms of our agreement."
"Of course, Archmagos Rosales."
The old voice came from the servo-skull: "The moment the hive city is completely overrun by cultists, I will naturally tell you the location of that ancient ruin, and hand over all the data, documents, and information to you!"
"You haven't forgotten the terms of our agreement, have you?" The old voice slowly said: "The moment the hive city is overrun by cultists, I will naturally tell you the location of that ancient ruin."
"Very good, but you need to remember..."
Rosales said meaningfully: "Regardless of whether your plan ultimately succeeds or not, our agreement is limited to... me manufacturing Daemon Engines for you, until the hive city is conquered. As for what happens afterward, I am neither interested in participating nor will I provide any further assistance."
An old, hoarse, yet confident and cheerful laugh came from the communication array: "Of course, Archmagos Rosales, this was already... the content of our agreement."