Dark Adeptus Mechanicus Grand Sage
The Necrotech Scarab at the Ironstone Town Foundry were completely wiped out by the Hell Dragon. The raging Psykana Flame almost dyed half the sky a chilling crimson!
The scorching heat caused waves of heat to rise from the wasteland!
From a distance, the flames burning in the foundry look just like a giant furnace!
Although the Necrotech Scarab is a product of the former rulers of the Milky Way, the Necron.
Unfortunately, having lost its main control program and relying solely on its remaining low-level code, the Necrotech Scarab, originally designed to repair Living Metal, was no match for a Hell Dragon, let alone the Chaos Daemon Engine, which was in a fully awakened state and being controlled by someone else.
Roar--
After annihilating all the remaining Necrotech Scarab, the Hell Dragon landed on the ruins of the Forge Factory.
A figure draped in a pure black robe descended from the Hell Dragon, gazing at the charred remains and utterly destroyed Forge Factory, falling into a long silence.
Surprisingly, his body was covered in cables and circuits, and behind his the Boys were several Prosthetic limb made entirely of machinery.
Its unique modification style is clearly a characteristic that only Tech-Priest of the Adeptus Mechanicus possesses!
But on that garment, which differed from the rust-red robes of the Adeptus Mechanicus, was a bizarre emblem emblazoned with eight sharp spikes and a skull combined with a human face.
If Alvin were to witness this scene, he would surely be shocked!
Because that is clearly the emblem of the "Dark Adeptus Mechanicus," whose origins can be traced back to the distant Horus Heresy!
"Useless, just useless."
The Dark Tech-Priest's tone was laced with deep resentment. "He helped so much, and now look what he's done! What a useless piece of trash!"
The entire Forge Factory, including its metals, energy, and even the Chaos Servitor, was almost entirely devoured by the Necrotech Scarab, leaving nothing behind, like a locust swarm passing through.
The few remaining machines were melted away by the raging flames of the "Hell Dragon".
At this point, the entire Forge Factory was completely destroyed and had virtually no further value.
The Dark Tech-Priest rode Hell Dragon and landed in the lower level of the Forge Factory.
Following the remaining clues, they found the incomplete skeleton. Staring at the obvious severed cervical vertebrae lying nearby, they let out a chilling laugh, "Just as expected, a piece of trash!"
Despite having suspected it beforehand, he couldn't help but sneer after confirming that the skeleton's genes belonged to Rashid Hadley.
Although the Necrotech Scarab can theoretically decompose anything, it disdains biological skeletons, a substance with pitifully little resources and energy.
Thanks to the Necrotech Scarab, Rashid was able to have a "complete corpse".
"All those resources I used were wasted, and I just died like that?"
The Dark Tech-Priest stomped on the skull, crushing it with his foot, his words filled with resentment. "You caused me to lose a Daemon Engine, what a piece of trash, garbage, scum!"
Every single Daemon Engine is extremely precious!
It had the power to change the course of any battle if deployed in it, but this Brass Scorpion Daemon Engine, which had just been forged and hadn't even had a chance to be "blessed," was burned to ashes by that fool Rashid.
Even if it's the Dark Adeptus Mechanicus, it's still Adeptus Mechanicus!
At this moment, this unknown dark technology god wished he could drag Rashid's soul out of the Warp and stuff it into the Servitor Skull!
But clearly, he didn't have that much ability, so he had to give up.
The mechanical Prosthetic limb behind him directly melted Rashid's corpse, completely reducing it to Melta, thus barely venting his dissatisfaction.
The Dark Technique Master scanned the surroundings with his spectral analysis and discovered that, apart from Rashid, there appeared to be no other life forms.
At the bottom of the Forge Factory, there was only Rashid's skeleton. It seemed that... the one who broke into the Forge Factory and released those Metal Scarab was the same person from earlier.
Beep beep... beep beep...
Suddenly, a modified mechanical skull floated down from the nearby Hell Dragon, and its communication array sent out a voice communication request.
"How is the situation?"
Hiss, a slightly low, hoarse voice, sounding somewhat aged and frail, came from the communication device.
"The Forge Factory was completely destroyed."
The Dark Tech-Priest spoke calmly, seemingly unconcerned about the destruction of a mere factory. "Your carefully cultivated pawn is utterly useless, failing to serve its purpose at all, and even causing me to lose a precious Daemon Engine. What are we going to do now?"
"It doesn't matter..."
The hoarse, aged voice slowly said, "If it's ruined, then find another one. The plan can't stop. I've been plotting for so many years, all for this moment!"
I'm not interested in your plans.
The Dark Tech Advisor interrupted him, coldly saying, "Because of your pawn's stupidity, I lost a Daemon Engine. Now... how are you going to compensate me for my loss?"
"Believe me, the technology of that ancient ruin is more than enough to make up for your losses." The aged voice spoke slowly and deliberately, "Not only will it make up for your losses, but it can even give you a significant advantage in your research, putting you far ahead of other old fogies."
"I believe you, but..."
The Dark Technician paused for half a second, his words laced with threat. "If you dare to deceive me, I'll show you what happens!"
"I am a smart man, Your Excellency."
The aged voice slowly said, "The common trait of intelligent people is that they never offend those they shouldn't, and you... the great Grand Sage of the Dark Adeptus Mechanicus, Lord Rosales, are precisely the person I least want to offend."
"I'm glad you understand..."
The Grand Sage Rosales's meditation system, flashing an eerie red light, chuckled coldly, "Don't forget the contents of our agreement."
"Of course, Your Excellency Rosales."
An aged voice echoed from the Servitor Skull: "The moment the cult completely conquers the Hive City, 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 our agreement, have you?" the aged voice said slowly. "The moment the cult conquers Hive City, 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, our agreement is limited to... me building the Daemon Engine for you Hive City. As for what happens after that, I have neither interest in participating nor will I provide any further assistance."
An aged, hoarse voice, yet brimming with confidence, crackled with cheerful laughter, coming from the communication array. "Of course, Grand Sage Rosales, this is already part of our... agreement."