In an exceedingly rare sight, the Chief Librarian advanced alongside a super-heavy tank.
The fact that he had not ripped off its Volkite Culverin turret and mounted it on his own arm was already the greatest respect he could show the Flying Blade tank.
Of course, the Flying Blade's driver was still rather alarmed. Chief Librarian, please don't hover over my head! I'm not your personal transport!
The Chief Librarian: "Obviously. Just wait until my proper legs get delivered."
Last time, the Chief Librarian's legs had self-destructed. Considering that this gate was rather low, he had fitted shorter replacements.
How could that possibly do? How could a Grand Master Librarian go out looking so unimpressive?
"Enke, bring out all my legs. I'm going to pick a proper pair."
And so, after entering the Webway Gate, the Chief Librarian spread his legs, fired his Fart Drive, and hovered in the air.
The transport vehicles behind him began delivering all manner of mechanically heretical, creatively designed legs, lining up one after another in two full rows.
The nearby Knight suits grew visibly agitated. Even the oldest Knight pilot felt that what stood before him was unquestionably heresy.
The Chief Librarian could not have cared less. He even began picking through them.
"This pair's too ugly. Don't want it."
The Techmarine: "Chief Librarian, those are backups of your original legs."
The Chief Librarian: "Are you questioning me?"
The Techmarine: "For the Emperor! Die, xenos!" He stamped on the accelerator.
The Flying Blade Super-heavy Tank shot forward so abruptly that even the White Scars were momentarily baffled.
The Chief Librarian continued picking and choosing, and nobody dared hurry him. The fire ahead began noticeably thinning out as Aeldari Titans charged into the Knights' lines. They still did not know that the Warp Spider