Ghostly green Gauss energy broke the air down into the smell of rust, dyeing everything around it green.
"Praise the Father of Machines—"
After that, several equally green-glowing Tech-priests came out to welcome him, bowing respectfully.
Ron nodded.
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He glanced at the Archmagos of alien machinery in the middle. This Tech-priest, obsessed with Necron technology, had already modified himself beyond recognition.
Without specific means of identification, most people would probably take this fellow for a Necron alien.
There was no helping it. Excessively modified Tech-priests looked far too much like those mechanical shells, especially these fellows who had transplanted Necron limbs.
"Professional!"
Ron had not the slightest objection to this. On the contrary, he was extremely satisfied.
This secret alien research experiment base had originally been built specifically to study the Necrons.
If these people had all looked proper and respectable, that would have meant they were unskilled at their work and deserved criticism.
The main project of this Research Institute was to develop a mechanical Clone Body for him, so he could head to the Pariah Nexus and carry out an important strategic plan.
After all, he had to reach the depths of enemy territory. It was still safer to use a Clone Body, in case he capsized in a ditch, was discovered by the Silent King, and then hunted down.
The Pariah Nexus could suppress the Warp. Under circumstances where he lost Psyker Power and could not use the Warp to exercise his authority, it would be difficult to deal with the endless Machine Tide and ancient technological weapons.
It would be very easy for him to be surrounded and beaten down by the Silent King leading his forces. That was not worth it.
Moreover,