"May The Savior protect us!"
After everyone heard the Salamander Master Craftsman's words, more hope rose in their hearts.
That Lord of the Salamanders was the most powerful craftsman in the Imperium, possessing extraordinary skill.
If he could arrive in time to repair the blackstone core, he would surely be able to resolve the crisis before them and spare the Blackstone Fortress's barrier from destruction.
The Salamander Master Craftsman had only just finished speaking when the hovercar carrying Vulkan arrived.
After he approached the core area, he sent word of his arrival to his Gene-Scions.
"What is this?"
Vulkan had just stepped down from the vehicle when he was struck by a spray of Holy Oil, and he nearly drew his hammer and hurled it over.
Once he realized what had splashed onto him, he relaxed slightly. It was merely the machine oil the Tech-priests used for prayer.
The Adeptus Mechanicus loved tinkering with these religious rituals most of all.
This Lord of the Salamanders still held no small prejudice against the Mechanicum, especially after The Emperor had been trapped upon the Golden Throne.
With its restraints gone, the Mechanicum had quickly gone against the Imperial Truth The Emperor had wished humanity to pursue: reason, science, and anti-religion. Humanity should cast off blind faith and move toward unity and progress.
They had even gone further, not only engaging in rampant religious worship, but also further sealing off the Imperium's knowledge and technology.
The Imperium's ten thousand years of darkness and decline had much to do with the Mechanicum's ignorance and dogmatism.
Vulkan looked at the Tech-priests still hissing and spraying Holy Oil while praying, and could not help frowning.
Those Tech-priests were covered in garish, multicolored patterns, and there were even pink Servo-skulls plastered with badges.
It was simply a