Trazyn took Carl Bohar away and dissected him in a tesseract chamber. He could not hold out long before the Necrontyr's seemingly magical technology. Before long, Trazyn emerged, pinching a solid-looking green sphere composed of an immense volume of data.
After feeding the data sphere to a Canoptek Scarab, a beam of light descended into the center of the conference hall and magnified. Carl Bohar's life played out before everyone like a film.
Trazyn swiftly skipped over unimportant details and history already recorded by the Imperium. Soon, the scene reached the eve of the Black Crusade, when Carl Bohar spoke with Abaddon. Behind them stood a disguised Amalaga.
"That bastard again... How is he so hard to kill?" Lin Fan had long been enemies with that Haemonculi master, and he could not help marveling at Amalaga's luck.
The scene continued. Carl Bohar and Amalaga cultivated a Degraded progenitor in a massive factory, wrapping it layer upon layer in rapidly grown T'au skin. The cruelty of the industrial assembly line was enough to make one's scalp crawl.
"We never encountered that thing in battle," Jaghatai said. During the War for Cadia, the Degraded Ones destroyed by the expeditionary fleet had been nowhere near as huge or twisted as this Degraded progenitor. "Perhaps the enemy had not finished raising it yet."
"But it should be complete now," Rogal Dorn added. He reached down, and when he brought his hand back up, he held a stack of documents. "Many fallen fortresses on Cadia were completely empty. Even corpses were rare. Based on my investigation of the scenes, Chaos warbands had been deliberately transporting captives and corpses upward. I believe they were meant to provide nourishment for this Degraded progenitor."
"Uh... Isn't that just bloody awful? These things can blasphemously twist themselves into the