This made the Art Student realize that to eliminate an oil-can bastard like Archimonde, a Dominus Sage who had undergone extensive mechanical modification, he had to destroy the mechanical shell of its head and damage the brain inside before the mechanical sage could truly die.
The Art Student picked up Archimonde's mechanical head and turned it over with interest. He suddenly discovered a brain-computer interface on the back of it.
"Oh, there's even a brain-computer interface? I thought I'd have to use the Mind Extractor directly! Didn't expect it to be this simple." Looking at the mechanical head of Dominus Sage Archimonde in his hand, the Art Student gave a disdainful sneer.
Hearing the Lord of the Stars muttering to himself, no one dared to ask questions. They could only quietly wait for the Lord of the Stars to finish what he was doing.
He was full of disdain and contempt for the Adeptus Mechanicus. He believed their technological level was far inferior to that of the Necrons, yet they had turned themselves into beings even more terrifying than the Necrons.
The Art Student's dissatisfaction with the Adeptus Mechanicus was not limited to their backward technology. More importantly, it stemmed from their desecration of life and their deviation from the laws of nature.
This left the Art Student deeply confused and enraged. Especially those Servitors modified into Seraphim—they were horrifying. Just one glance at them made one's SAN value plummet.
It was hard to imagine that, as members of humanity, they could transform their own kind into such hideous Servitors without the slightest guilt, even taking pleasure in it.
In the Art Student's eyes, the Adeptus Mechanicus were nothing more than religious fanatics crazily pursuing power by any means necessary. Their actions had long exceeded the bottom line of morality