Damn it!
Those Chaos forces!
They had already realized what the High Lords Council wanted to do.
But they had not expected those High Lords to actually go through with it—to destroy Cadia. Such an act was betrayal of the Imperium, unless they could erase every shred of evidence.
Did they not know this would tear the Imperium apart even further?
Or was their goal to tear the Imperium apart even further?
Those mortals truly could not be trusted.
After learning all this, the Astartes aboard the Chapter fleet grew even more furious toward the mortals.
Within the Imperium were countless Chapters with differing loyalties. Some trusted The Emperor but not humanity, becoming pirate warbands scattered across the stars. Some defended humanity yet rejected the loyalty of other Chapters. Some joined Chaos because they believed they were the future of the Imperium. Others had not joined Chaos, but believed the Imperium no longer had a future.
Yet the High Lords Council's various decisions had only deepened the loyalists' distrust of humanity.
The whispers aboard the warships gradually intensified. Some of the programmed machines began to warp and rebel. Even the weapons in their hands underwent bizarre changes, growing terrifying fangs and sharp spines. Only the most loyal machine spirits could barely resist such mutation.
What did they stand to gain from this?
A gaunt creature, thin as a rack of bones, appeared within the Imperial fleet.
His body was covered in strange gears that constantly turned, profaning the laws of physics. His scarlet gaze seemed to pierce through his mechanical frame and stab directly into the Space Marines' Power Armor.
Vashtorr had been born at the instant mechanical devices across the universe were profaned.
In essence, he was the embodiment of technological corruption and forbidden knowledge.
He was a demigod,