Ransacking the Adeptus Mechanicus

Compared to the chaos that plagued the entire Imperium of Man, the Terra Throne Room was much quieter.

But only the Grandfather and the God of War sitting here know that this silence is temporary.

Because what they can feel from Slaanesh right now can only be summed up in two words.

Suppressed.

The young god was clearly suppressing something, but they didn't know what it was because they had never seen it before.

But they both knew very well that once this suppressed feeling erupted, the situation would be very bad.

Not only are the God of War and the Grandfather unaware of what she is suppressing, but even Slaanesh herself is clueless.

No, or rather, at this moment she only knows one thing.

When she heard that man's voice again, her heart stirred.

This restlessness made her very uneasy, because she had no idea where it came from, and at the same time, she couldn't grasp the feeling.

In the past, she would have embraced this feeling of being out of control without hesitation, but now it only annoys her.

Slaanesh knew she had to do something now.

If I do nothing now, this restlessness in my heart will never be released.

It can suffocate you to death.

By the way, Mr. Han just mentioned that the access road here is not well-established.

Could that be interpreted as the energy supply here being unstable or insufficient in quantity?

"Xarathi!"

"I am here."

"The daily Drukhari sacrifice requirement has now doubled."

"Yes, my lord."

Although the number of Drukhari sacrifices each day has now reached ten thousand.

If this number were doubled, it would mean 20,000 Drukhari would be sacrificed every day.

Normally, Xarathi would definitely confirm it first.

But at this time, she wouldn't let her master confirm this matter, because there was no need.

At this moment, Shalaxi could clearly feel something breaking out of its master's heart.

Saying it hatched from its shell might not be entirely accurate; a more precise description would be that it broke free from its shackles.

If I don't do what my master says now, the emotions I feel after breaking free of my shackles will tear me apart.

"Grandfather, do you have any ideas about his current condition?"

"What clues could an old man like me have? I don't know."

"Do you genuinely not know, or are you pretending not to know?"

"I don't know if there's any possibility of it being real or fake. I certainly don't."

"Alright, Grandfather, you keep an eye on things here, make sure nothing serious happens to the Accursed on the throne."

"I'll take a trip to the edge of the Milky Way Galaxy to prevent any factors from affecting the plan."

"No problem, leave this to me."

After the God of War left, the Grandfather looked at Slaanesh, who was standing there, unsure whether to stand or sit, and sighed in his heart.

Well!

I don't know if it's a blessing or a curse.

So be it. I've lived for so many years. What's meant to be will be. It's up to this young god to decide.

Mr. Han. Han, I wonder which of you two will suffer the consequences.

Mars, headquarters of the Adeptus Mechanicus.

"Honorable Primarch, if you require the assistance of the Adeptus Mechanicus, we would be honored, but given the current situation, we must report this."

"A notification? I know the Adeptus Mechanicus best. While your notification process emphasizes efficiency, it's currently not efficient enough."

As the Primarch had the deepest communication with the Adeptus Mechanicus, Ferrus Manus was well aware of the Adeptus Mechanicus's procedures, and wasting even a minute now would be a crime.

Not to mention that the entire process of the Adeptus Mechanicus takes more than ten minutes.

"Very well, Primarch. I can make an exception for you. What kind of assistance do you require?"

"All STC Templates."

?

The sage of the Adeptus Mechanicus standing before Ferrus Manus had a question mark appearing in his red, modified mechanical eyes.

"Sage, do you have any questions?"

"Please forgive my bluntness, Your Primarch, but the STC is an extremely important treasure for the entire Imperium and the Adeptus Mechanicus; it is Relic left behind by the Machine God."

"Then let me tell you, Sage, we now need the full power of the Adeptus Mechanicus to support the Father of Night. Every minute you stand here negotiating with me is a waste of precious time!"

Father of Night?!

"Father of Night..."

"Awoo!!"

"Charge! You wolf cubs! Charge! Everyone, storm the headquarters of the Adeptus Mechanicus! Take everything usable and advanced!"

Sizzle~ Bang!

The sage from the Adeptus Mechanicus originally wanted to check on Han Mingxuan's survival, but he suddenly heard a wolf howl.

Then came Russ's unrestrained voice.

When the Adeptus Mechanicus Sage witnessed the Sixth Legion's banditry, his mechanical eye exploded.

"Ferrus Manus, you've read too many books. What's the point of reasoning with him in this situation?!"

"The hunt begins, my wolf cubs! Bring me everything that the vanguard of the Great Crusade can use!"

"No, Russ, you can't do that! It's blasphemy against the Machine God!"

"Go talk to the Emperor!"

As Russ spoke, he threw a roll of Parchment directly at the sage's face.

Upon opening it, it was indeed an order personally signed by the Emperor.

"Russ, when did you get your hands on this?"

"Ferrus Manus, you don't understand. Although the Emperor sits on the Golden Throne, his Psychic Power accomplish many things."

"By Emperor decree, from the moment this order is received, all of you—whether you are a sage, Archmagos, or Fabricator-General —get out of the way!"

"Take everything that can be carried and moved!"

"Your Excellency Legion Primarch, I have a question."

"The Father of Night is currently in grave trouble, and the technological support from the Adeptus Mechanicus is essential. If you don't want the Galaxy Burning, then get out of my way right now!"

"I need to..."

"You don't need to do anything right now, Sage. All you need to do is compile the data."

The sage of the Adeptus Mechanicus had barely uttered a few words when he suddenly saw a large group of Primarch.

At the headquarters of the Adeptus Mechanicus, all Primarch except Primarch of the First, Eighth, Ninth, and Thirteenth Legions have arrived.

"My Primarch..."

"No need for further words, Sage. The situation is extremely urgent, and the Adeptus Mechanicus must cooperate."

The sages of the Adeptus Mechanicus never spoke another word; they simply watched as the Primarch and his Retinue began to plunder the Adeptus Mechanicus.

But they simply couldn't stop it.

Every Primarch who comes here will have an order signed by the Emperor himself.

The dozen or so orders conveyed only one meaning.

We must fully cooperate with the Primarch's actions; there can be no mistakes.

Moreover, the order clearly stated that the Primarch had less than nine hours to act.

Immediately following this, the Adeptus Mechanicus faced the largest looting in the history of the Adeptus Mechanicus.

Moreover, it was looting by friendly forces within their own ranks.

Although the Primarch, along with their Retinue Army, only scavenged Mars for five hours.

But the Primarch were still the Primarch; with their godlike intellect, they calculated the most important part of the entire Cult of Adeptus Mechanicus' assets at lightning speed.

Then, they took half of these important assets with them.

In other words, even if the Adeptus Mechanicus were to unite the entire sect's power, it could only just barely supply the needs of the front lines.

There was absolutely no surplus.

They were initially wondering if the Imperium of Man wanted to back out, but when that thought crossed their minds, the Emperor's Psychic Powers completely stunned them.

They heard the Emperor's voice in their minds.

Then they could only watch as the Primarch ravaged the Adeptus Mechanicus.