The majestic fleet that obscured the sky was docked over Salem's orbit.

This dead metal world with no atmosphere was nearly impenetrable inside and out by the expeditionary fleets from the Human Empire, and any small ships that tried to escape were intercepted by precise fire control arrays.

The dazzling fireballs that bloomed in the dark night sky were the death omen of those filthy aliens.

Then, a rain of iron that symbolizes death descends.

The 'storm birds' in the sky were tossed towards the dead planet with raindrops composed of countless 'drop bins'.

There were also shredds of the flaming hull, countless severed Inhuman limbs and rapidly frozen crystalline blood swirling until the remains of the ruined ships fell with them.

The Inhuman warlords who had received the distress signal might know what that meant, but it was too late.

Whatever their hopes for that Warboss, the real enemy was already on the way.

Unspeakable and terrifying shadows emerge in the majestic giant airdrop slots, and any cannon fire poured out of fear is engulfed by the pale purple curtain of void shields, and these god-machines known as the Ember Wolves stride to bring ruthless destruction to their enemies.

The Angels of Death rained iron like sharp swords into the filthy camp of these Inhumans, and heavy magnetic boots silently emerged from the shadows.

Quiet. Only silence.

The vacuum blocked out any pre-death panic cries of Inhumans, and completely immersed these filthy reformers in a cage of despair.

The majestic and massive mechanical giant foot uncarceivably ran over dozens of pools of plasma corpses, and the atmosphere of silence, the dim and deadly stellar radiation, and the Jingguan built through the mountains of corpses and a sea of blood stained this walking machine of the gods with a sacred color.

These aliens, who have long since lost orbital air supremacy, can only do prayers.

However, these inhumans, whose skull shapes have long since lost their sacred silhouette, do not have the symbol of pity at all.

There was no one to save them, only the blade of the Angel of Death and the iron hoof of the God's machine.

The white-and-blue figures galloping across the battlefield wielded their 'redemption', a blood-stained chainsaw axe with a handle spitting promethium exhaust fumes, and a blaster gun reflecting tongues of fire.

In the high-speed figures of the Astartes, which are difficult for ordinary people to catch, there are also some bloodthirsty scarlet eyes looming in them—if the fleeing Inhumans are unfortunately discovered, their heads will be lost in an instant.

Hymns of death and carnage are sung in silence, and crystallized cold blood flickers like a monument.

Until any despair is forever frozen in the moment before death.

Until any screams echoing through the communication channels fell silent.

- This war (farce)... It's time for it to end.

The Genoplasma murmured softly as it looked down at the dead planet in front of them.

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With the dull sound of a heavy object falling to the ground, the filthy head of the [Emperor] was thrown in front of Redjak.

The pipes with flashing electric sparks and the hideous ugly face symbolize the unwillingness and anger of the Inhuman Emperor before his death.

"You're safe. The leader of the Mechanical Paganism, Redjac. ”

A cold female voice slowly sounded in the dark environment, and Elaine walked in front of Redjak with dull steps.

There is a stark contrast between the rickety figure of the technical priest and the majestic figure of the genetic prototype.

“… Omnisaiah is above, thank you for your rescue. ”

Redjak's old voice was slightly tired, and his electronic prosthetic eyes slightly looked at the exaggerated red-haired woman in front of him.

Undoubtedly, this is the Savior of Salem, an expeditionary rescue force from Mars and the solar system, who Mars calls the Son of Omnisiah.

"Of course. While the conquest of the Mael is imminent for the Empire, it is even more important to aid a long-lost Forge World. ”

"In the next great expedition, the Empire needs your loyalty and dedication in return for this rescue."

Elaine leaned slightly, trying to lift the seemingly tired technical priest to his feet.

However, before her hand armor touched Redjak's shoulder, the other party immediately knelt down.

"In the name of the God of Machines—I swear allegiance to you."

There was a hint of reverence in his hoarse and tired voice, and Elaine could see the technical priest's expression clearly.

Reverence, respect, reverence, fanaticism... All sorts of similar words can be described in his gaze.

At this time, Redjak was also observing the genetic prototype in front of him.

In Elaine's heroic and delicate face, Redjak could not find any exhaustion similar to his at this time, and a modest expeditionary war did not seem to have affected her in any way.

However, this made Redjak even more admired the woman in front of him who almost made a perfect war.

Yes, although his troops were no longer able to support these reinforcements, he observed the entire war from beginning to end, thanks to the well-developed bird-watching array and large divination instruments on Salem.

It can be said that Redjak has experienced countless battles, big and small, in his life. But none of the times had a greater impact on him than the shock he felt this time.

Redjak's horizons seemed to have been completely opened as he carefully read the readings and reports of the entire war from the surface bird array.

He was amazed by the precision and efficiency of the soldiers' tactics, the coherence of tactics, and the textbook-worthy cycle of the Void Shield Fleet Array—and the instructions that carried it all out to the point of incomprehensibility.

It can be said that all this shocked Redjak, who really couldn't understand that there really was such a terrifying commander in reality, and that she had such an extremely efficient and perfect fleet in her hands.

Much of the exhaustion in Redjac's hoarse voice comes from his exclamation for interpreting the data.

So, when the commander who created the perfect war appeared before him, and was the benefactor who saved Salem's countless ancient knowledge...

An insatiable desire to explore grows in Redjak's mind.

It was like a test that the God of All Machines had put down on him, a real problem that was too incomprehensible to comprehend, and the saint who created it appeared before his eyes.

The pursuit of knowledge is the nature of every technical priest that is difficult to suppress.

As the leader of the Mechanical Paganism, Redjak did not hesitate to swear loyalty to the walking son of Omnisaiah.

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