"We have not withheld anything. Even the high-tech artifacts we excavate must undergo extensive testing to determine whether they are harmful before we can make them available for the Imperium.
If such evil technology were used carelessly, it would pose an even greater threat to the Imperium—a threat greater than even xenos invading Imperial territory."
Archimonde the Dominus's steel-forged face was filled with sacred solemnity, and his words were incomparably earnest. He paused.
"Abandon the Chaos God you currently worship. Return to the Imperium and believe in the great Emperor. That may lessen your sins."
The only reason Archimonde the Dominus had been willing to speak so much with Gray was to plant a seed in the hearts of these heretics who had betrayed the Imperium and violated the Crimson Protocol before their defeat. He wanted them to begin doubting the Chaos God they worshipped, so that rebellion might arise within their ranks.
That way, the Imperial forces sent to suppress them later would suffer fewer losses. It was always better to face a disorganized rabble of traitors than traitors with unwavering faith.
"Abandon faith in the great Lord of the Stars and believe in that skeleton who can only sit on a golden toilet?"
Gray spoke mockingly. "Give up your petty schemes. I will destroy you and offer my loyalty to the great Lord of the Stars. Today will be the end of you lackeys of the False Emperor."
Gray no longer wished to continue talking with these oil-can bastards. The beliefs they upheld were different, their positions were different, and they did not even view matters from the same level.
To people in high places like them, it did not matter whether ordinary people lived difficult lives. As long as their rule could continue, they would be the