Primarch Resurrection (Please Vote)

Mars, forge world.

Unlike the war-torn front of Pluto, this rear-area production base had not been greatly affected by the conflict.

Hundreds of millions of production lines and forging automata worked tirelessly here, supplying the front with an endless stream of weapons, equipment, and ammunition.

The air echoed with the steady sounds of metal striking and grinding. Superheavy pressure-forming devices, like the hammers of a godsmith, transformed raw materials into lethal engines of death for the battlefield.

Lox appeared in the depths of the forge world—the safest place within it—in a blaze of psychic teleportation light.

The miniature Astronomican housed here was currently burning with psychic fire.

Within the hazy halo of the flames, Lox saw the outline of angelic wings gradually becoming distinct.

The primal wails of the Shattered God still echoed endlessly through the chamber. Lox had already dismembered it and burned it completely to ashes with psychic fire.

This failed godling hatchling possessed an astonishingly abundant Warp essence.

The total psychic power contained within a single Shattered God exceeded the combined souls Lox had collected during the war by hundreds or even thousands of times.

One had to know that even an ordinary soldier of the Blade of the Gods had been carefully selected from many parallel universes.

Their souls were stronger and more resilient than those of most Psykers, better able to endure the burning of psychic fire.

Those souls, together with the soul of the Shattered God, had all been poured into the ritual altar meant to resurrect the gene-primarchs.

"Get out. I'm about to begin the ritual."

"Until I succeed, no one is permitted to enter. The consequence of interfering will be the complete annihilation of your genetic fathers."

Lox stood before the stasis field containing the gene-primarchs and addressed the Blood Angels and