"Ah! I remember the Underking originally told us we were here to fight Necrons."
Jin-306's massive mechanical body swayed as he strolled through the defense fortress, which was filled with Necrons.
"But fighting bugs is acceptable too!"
Jin chuckled. The Magos, who had lived far too long, casually found a place to sit and waited for the Tyranid Swarm to arrive.
Who would have thought? After all those twists and turns, the one who had gone digging through Necron tombs had returned to the Underking's side.
Previously, the retired Jin-306 had remained aboard α3 Arlina's research vessel until the Underking summoned them back and appointed the ship's entire contingent of Magos as liaisons to the Endless Ones' forces.
That old bastard Kirkland, if Jin had guessed correctly, was probably at Guilliman's side now, serving as a technological adviser on the Chaos Empire front.
Yet Jin, who had desperately wanted to stay away, had returned.
A cold wind swept over the Magos's ceremonial robes, no longer crimson as blood. The purity seals shivered in the wind, while electromagnetic waves pulsed across every channel beside the glowing blue display that had replaced his face, signaling that the war beyond the galaxy had already begun.
"..."
Jin turned and looked at the Sons of the Lord of the Underworld saluting him. The Magos gave an awkward laugh.
"They're all youngsters."
Jin-306 spoke as he faced the Son of the Lord of the Underworld leading them: Black Butcher. He wore no helmet, and his pale blue eyes, colder than ice, stared fixedly at Jin-306.
"The First Returned Son?"
Jin spoke calmly. He remembered this youngster—the Underking's foremost attendant, with part of his Gene-seed sequence originating from the World Eaters.
Black nodded proudly, staring at Jin.
"The Underking assigned us to defend this stronghold. According