The moment Lucius saw those strange machine bodies, he knew the Orks had lost.
These ancient creations of Federation technology had been serving the Imperium on a vast scale for several years.
Of the many forces of Chaos, Slaanesh's followers had suffered comparatively heavy losses.
Not only had Doomrider been forcibly banished back to the Warp, but the Men of Iron had even used some unknown method to blow up part of Slaanesh's Sanctuary.
That incident had made Slaanesh a laughingstock among the Four Gods.
The various Daemons forcibly banished by these Federation relics were too numerous to count.
All the Chaos Gods had suffered at the hands of these Federation relics.
Although the Men of Iron were actually few in number compared with the scale of the entire Milky Way, the many reports and rumors had still left a deep impression on Lucius.
Compared with the False Emperor's other lackeys, these ancient mechanical units were far more troublesome.
These mechanical units had no souls, no desires, not even basic emotions.
Khorne could not sow anger, Tzeentch could not tempt them with knowledge, Slaanesh could not manipulate their desires, and as for Nurgle...
Machine bodies never worried about lifespan or health.
Supposedly, these machine bodies used the ancient miracle drug, the Panacea, as disinfectant.
Yet when these Iron Clanks actually appeared before Lucius, he still could not help repeatedly studying these beings that looked somewhat like Necrons.
Iax took control of an Armed Sentinel's body, put away the Particle Oscillation Sword, and easily lifted the crude metal cage holding Lucius with four mechanical arms.
Clang!
With a dull crash, a large hole suddenly broke open in the cage. Lucius tumbled out and landed sitting on the ground, visibly stunned for a moment.
The material of this crude alloy cage was