The Truth of the Mechanicus

"Sorry, I couldn't kill him just now."

Kel turned to face Quadrant.

"You need to understand one thing. What we need to destroy isn't Kelbo Hal, but his power base—every one of his followers, and his ideas."

"Mars must be peacefully and stably handed over to you."

At that, Quadrant turned to look beneath Olympus Mons.

The pilgrimage procession was heading toward Olympus City, and among them were some of Mars's upper echelons.

But Quadrant knew those higher-ups had no interest whatsoever in his religious theories. They had only come for the same purpose.

The ones truly interested in the theories were the laborers and Soldiers.

But they were a feeble force. On Mars, where individuals wielded overwhelming military power and advanced technology, ordinary people had virtually no influence.

"I never want to become a Fabricator-General like Kelbo Hal." Quadrant looked at Kel. "I want to change some things."

Kel immediately nodded. "As long as you become Fabricator-General, you can do whatever you want."

Quadrant had wanted to say that a Fabricator-General did not possess that much influence.

Kelbo Hal was the Fabricator-General. Through his methods and seniority, he had united most people right under Malcador's and The Emperor's noses, forcing the Imperium to acknowledge him as Fabricator-General.

But it had been useless. Now that the Imperium had decided to bring Kelbo down, Mars was full of people opposing him.

Quadrant still did not say any of that.

As for his preaching, he had some ideas that were still only beginning to take shape.

"Are you worried you won't be able to accomplish anything?" Kel placed his right hand on Quadrant's shoulder. "Buddy, Guide merely soothed you like a child and untied the knot in your heart. Once you realized becoming Fabricator-General didn't mean becoming Kelbo Hal, you made a