The Trisolarians' Psyker warriors had been brimming with confidence. But after landing on Mars, they suffered a devastating defeat in less than an hour.
Machine God, Omnissiah!
Psykers?
On the wall of the gigantic Hive City, which rose like a mountain range of steel, stood the Forge Grand Sage in red robes. His eyelids were half-lowered, and he seemed like a lofty god who ruled over all things, looking down upon the tiny, humble Trisolaran army.
Attacking the Martian Mechanicus?
Who gave you the nerve?
Although this wasn't the true headquarters of the Adeptus Mechanicus, rooted in the Warhammer Universe—but in the end, this place was still a headquarters bearing the name of the Adeptus Mechanicus!
The shadow of the Blackstone Fortress fell over the battlefield.
The unique field it emitted completely blocked and prohibited the use of psychic powers, even cutting off the Warp entirely.
Before the Blackstone Creations of the Necrons, this vanguard force of the Trisolaran Civilization—a legion made up entirely of Psykers—seemed to be seeing for the first time the vast universe beyond the well.
Surely no one really thought that a species with powerful psychic gifts could sweep across the entire universe, did they?
What kind of weird and dangerous beings weren't there in the main universe?
Across the Imperium's forty-thousand-year history, in its vast territory spanning two-thirds of the galaxy, countless species like the Trisolarans, who relied on their formidable psychic gifts, had already gone extinct.
Ridiculous, pitiful, tragic!
"Forge Grand Sage, praise the Omnissiah. The plasma array is ready," a high-ranking Tech-Priest announced as he approached. His voice was cold and mechanical. "We can annihilate these Xenos who blaspheme against the Machine God at any time. Shall we initiate the purification protocol?"
"No."
At that, the Forge Grand Sage gave a cold laugh.