He gambled that these mechanical lunatics would be unable to resist such temptation, so he intended to give them a warning on the Warmaster's behalf.
Hearing this, Kelbor-Hal, who had already been sulking, felt an inexplicable fury flare up inside him.
These days, any random nobody dared threaten him! How could he, the Fabricator-General, suffer such indignity?!
The more Kelbor-Hal thought about it, the angrier he became. The machinery on his body rumbled incessantly until he finally roared.
"Yes! I don't want it anymore! Without your STC, we still have Ork technology!"
"It's not like only you have STC! Give it or don't, I don't care! Push me too far, and I'll join the Imperium in wiping you out!"
"Then all the STC will be mine! All mine!"
With a bang, Kelbor-Hal took the initiative and cut off the transmission.
The feeling was unprecedentedly satisfying!
Kelbor-Hal now felt that all the frustration he had suffered at Francis's hands had vanished. It seemed he could happily research technology again.
On the other end of the transmission, Erebus froze!
The Adeptus Mechanicus had not rebelled, and they had not acquired the new battleships.
The Isstvan V operation the Warmaster had planned had ended before it even began.
The course of the war left Erebus bewildered. Was there something wrong with the Warmaster's plan?
No, the Warmaster's plan had actually been flawless. Even now, the Blood Angels were still trapped on Signus Prime, unable to break free from their battle against the Nephilim xenos and the daemon horde.
Even the Ultramarines were still slowly making their way back from the Veridian System.
"So where exactly did it go wrong?" Erebus muttered as he turned to look at Lorgar, the Word Bearers' Primarch.
The bald Lorgar, clad in gilded armor, was devoutly praying in