Dedicate loyalty to the good empire

Chapter 89 Dark Mechanicus, Part 3
Finn Kane was once a loyal follower of the Mechanicus, born on Mars.

His mother is a genetic sage and his father is an ordinary mortal. The only reason for their union is that his mother wanted to try to use technology to pass on memory and knowledge.

Finally, she succeeded, and a flood of memories that didn't belong to Finn flooded his mind.

But those things did not belong to his powerful mother, but to the mortal man who was captured from the dungeon for experiments.

He did come from the egg of a sage when he was still in the flesh, but he was raised by machines and is a heartless person.

Now, this heartless person has become a true literal meaning. He is a sage, a Martian forged sage, a believer in red robes, and a follower of the God of All Machines.

He killed his mother, plundered her knowledge, persecuted his mentor, and learned countless techniques.

Now he dominated the entire Forge World, until he realized something.

The empire became an obstacle to his understanding of the mysteries of the universe.

He betrayed, just as he had killed his mother and the mortal father who had given him abnormal memories.

His body swelled and twisted, resembling an arthropod like a sinuous mechanical centipede or scorpion rather than a human, and his eyes flashed with countless binary lights.

He had met the greatest of the Mechanicum, such as Calth, and it was that sage who had taught him that knowledge should not be confined to endless rituals and prayers.

He was grateful to the wise man, and now he wanted to seize the position of the Forging General.

He looked at the silver-white remote communication ball. In the light, a shadow familiar to Taylor was communicating with him.

It was a rotten thing, a descendant of the Death Guard, once the Space Marine Legion, now the Corrupted.

Dragan, the guy who once confronted Taylor in the forest world, now looked at the sage's damn face and said in a hoarse voice.

"The 13th Black Crusade, the 13th. The Warmaster is ready, and you will be the most important supply line."

"Victory lies in the details. We will crush the Imperium, tear apart Cadia, and set the stars ablaze, as Horus once did."

His tone was filled with excitement, remembering the time he had set foot on Terra and watched Horus nearly kill the Emperor.

At the same time, the veteran emphasized again, "I heard that there are uninvited guests in your world?"

He was in this star system, so he naturally knew what was happening. To be more precise, he was hinting at it.

Dark Sage Finn's monitor glowed, and then an emotionless voice answered.

"Part of the threat comes from Genestealers, but they're harmless."

"I've cracked their genes. All I have to do is pour the poison down the drain, and all that's left is a mass of rotting flesh and blood."

"The Tyranids are ultimately beasts. There's one thing they'll never learn: flesh and blood are weak, but machines are eternal."

This is the authority that Finn learned from his mother, and it is also the pride he takes. He broke the corrupt rules of the empire and now he is the creator of a new era.

The Emperor is dead, Om Messiah is no more, he is the spokesperson for the All-Merchant.

Dragan laughed heartily at the good news. He never tired of talking about how useful the poison in the sage's hands was and how many loyal and stupid people it had killed.

But the sage's next words froze his smile.

"Tyler is here too, the Skadi."

Dragan was silent, then spoke immediately. "How are your troops?"

He seemed to be afraid of something.

The sage replied. "The losses were minor. I haven't fought them yet. They're just mortals, men with nothing but reputation. I know you've fought him before, and he's clearly nothing, otherwise you wouldn't be standing here."

Dragan said with a smile. "Ha, of course, of course..."

"I will support you. There can be no mistakes in this matter. We need an outpost to attack Cadia and unleash the power that binds the Eye of Terror."

"For the Chaos Power..."

He ordered the sage to take the world at all costs, and then cut off communication.

Then Finn burst out laughing.

"Hahaha."

"Look at him!"

"What a lost dog!"

"Space Marines? Servants of Chaos? Nothing but Abaddon's dogs!" His huge body stood up, his thoughts passing through the dark fortress, connecting his legion with his infinite thoughts.

Outside the starport, a legion of tens of thousands of people consisting of countless pre-prepared Mechanicus Legions, Skitarii, heavy vehicles and twisted creations were moving forward.

Their actions were in perfect unison, like something that had been arranged and combined countless times. Those legions would raze the starport to the ground, wiping out the Kriegs and the so-called "hero" Taylor.

Such was the arrogance of a Mechanicus sage, but he overlooked one thing.

That is, a few days ago, someone reported the appearance of Mechanicus soldiers here, and when their army first moved, several heavy high-explosive bombs fell next to them.

The Skitarii were sent flying like slag, debris and metal scattered everywhere, and then the long-hidden Imperial army rushed down from the nearby heights.

The Lemanus tanks and Hydras fired volleys quickly, harvesting the lives of the Mechanicus Skitarii Legion soldiers at the same time.

The sage was in a panic at the moment. He didn't understand what was happening. He only felt that his army was being slaughtered. He let out a binary roar in anger.

That's a short sentence made up of 1s and 0s.

It was probably a dirty word, a very dirty one, but he had to accept his defeat. When those damn imperial troops took action, he had already lost.

As Taylor put it.

When it comes to scientific research, I'm not as good as you, but when it comes to fighting, you'd better stay in the laboratory!
He was defeated, having lost more than half his army, while the Krieg were advancing on his fortress, building positions and train tracks bit by bit.

Chaos will not spare him, and Dragan will remove his mechanical limbs one by one.

No, the Imperial Army alone is enough to give him a hard time.

The Sage's control system was flashing red light. He kept thinking and he understood why Dragan said to wait for him to come before fighting.

If Dragan knew what the Sage had done, he would definitely step on the mechanical worm's head in anger and insult him.

The sage lowered his head pessimistically until a voice flashed in his mind.

"Well? This is your fate."

"It's fate."

The sage raised his head in alarm. "Who are you?"

He suddenly felt his vision blur, and in the gloomy haze of the fortress, a gigantic Genestealer pureblood walked out of the darkness.

It has a very special appearance, it is swollen and fat, with a huge head and a mouth that does not move, but it can allow the sage to hear its words clearly.

"My servant, you have done well. You have weakened the Mechanicus, divided them, and enabled me and my descendants to dominate this place."

"Now you have fought for so many things for me, how can I repay you?"

The Sage said fearfully. "No, you, you are the Nest Master, the Master of the Genestealers!"

"Owner……"

He lowered his head and found that his mechanical arm was actually!
Four.

Oh……

He was just an ordinary mechanical priest at the beginning. It was the Genestealers who helped him get to this position. His memory was changed. He... is a clown.

He smiled bitterly, he was deceived.

Everyone has been cheated!

He was a slave...

A slave who serves the Great Devourer, a slave who can never change his fate!
He yelled frantically. "Dragan will come, and here's Taylor, you damned thing, die, die!"

But the next moment, a sharp front claw sank into Finn's chest, and the sage's huge body trembled a few times, and then became quiet.

A Genestealer burrowed into his body, speaking something in binary, then repeating it in Gothic.

"I am Finn, the Mechanical Sage, the Forging Governor."

Now, it's all over.

In this gloomy 41st millennium, the only eternal things are betrayal and death.

(End of this chapter)