"Those factories, and those Degraded Ones." Dimit's tone was icy when he spoke of them. Chaos's lackeys always had many blasphemous and filthy things, but in his eyes, nothing was more vile than the Degraded Ones.
The sight of those malformed monsters imitating the way Space Marines fought filled Dimit with rage. It was a grave insult to the honored status of the Space Marines. Their humanoid forms, housed within pale shells, were an even greater desecration of humanity, that perfect species.
"We once collected the remains of Degraded Ones... The research results..." Archmagos Tius shuddered. "I suggest you are better off not knowing."
Dimit gave a quiet acknowledgment and did not press the matter further. He knew that even if he questioned him, Archmagos Tius would not reveal a single scrap of information.
Another half hour passed before Archmagos Tius emerged from the mechanical core of the behemoth, whistling a cheerful tune, with Techmarine Dimit following behind him.
The senior Tech-Priests who had been waiting there for a long time approached, awaiting Archmagos Tius's further orders.
When facing these priests, Archmagos Tius put away his relaxed demeanor. Like most Archmagoi, he now exerted pressure on the Tech-Priests with an attitude so cold that it contained not the slightest trace of mercy.
++Drive these mechanical marvels to the Death Korps of Krieg's positions. Also, send word to the Space Wolves, Storm Warriors, White Consuls, Angels of Sanguinius, and Angels of Absolution who have finished resting in the fortress. Without their support, the Krieg soldiers will be devoured by the enemy very quickly.++
The senior Tech-Priests swiftly withdrew. Archmagos Tius turned to Dimit. "And what about you? What is your choice? Will you remain here with me and maintain the equipment?"
"I'm going to find my brothers. They need