The Forge World of Rust is a wandering planet located in the Eye of Fear: Eternal Scar Universe, controlled by the Cult of the Dark Mechanics and the Iron Warriors.

The Forge World of Rust was known for its unique scientific research direction and radical dark technology during the Great Expedition, and finally the Transboundary Research of the Mechanical Sages on artificial intelligence triggered the Emperor's 'Crimson Protocol', and the Dark Angel's 'Icarus Protocol' was activated, and the Rust Plague Forge World was ruthlessly cast an extinction order.

DarkSky uses a vortex torpedo to wipe out heretics exploring AI technology, the steel pseudo-land that covers the entire world-forged world is torn apart by the aetheric turbulence of subspace, tens of billions of people die in wailing, and the First Legion silently fulfills the duties of the emperor's executioner.

But what the Empire didn't know was that the research of the Rusty Calamity's mechanical sages on machine souls and artificial intelligence had long since caught the attention of a special being in the Sea of Souls.

That is the Lord of the Soul Forge and the lesser god of technology and discovery: Vashtor.

Saving the shattered Rust from the subspace tides set off by the Vortex Torpedo, Vashtor was ruthlessly devastated by the Dark Angels, leaving only about 1/4 of the size of the cast world intact, and the surviving members of the Cult of the Mechanicus and the Sages vowed to take revenge on the treacherous Emperor and the Human Empire, and became followers of Vashtor, convinced that the Emperor was a liar and that Vashtor was the true embodiment of the God of All Machines.

Over the course of 10,000 years, the Cult of the Dark Mechanics has rebuilt their casting world from the ruins, with massive soul forges and desecrated mechanical factories dotting the landscape.

The Iron Warriors, the Black Legion, and many other forces of Chaos are closely linked to the Plague of Rust, and this Wastor-protected Foundry World has become one of the most important arms suppliers in the Eye of Fear thanks to its well-developed manufacturing industry.

When the Oregon, completely reduced to a flesh tumor, is dragged into subspace by the chaos tide orchestrated by Tzeentch, and the Forge World Rust is the first to arrive at the scene with the help of its massive planetary subspace jump engine, and Vashtor's followers have provided the Plague Apostles and Iron Warriors with a large amount of war equipment, and now it is time to ask for payment.

As for what they wanted, there was no doubt that it was the massive wreckage of a giant body left on the surface of this planet by the army of the Human Federation during the previous fierce battle.

The body of the Cyberplex Battlebody is forged from Zero-Prime matter, a solid substance that is locked in by graviton-controlled technology, and the sturdy substance that locks the molecular structure by graviton-controlled technology has incredible quantum inertness, and even the super mass transformation of the Infinite Root is difficult to devour into its own flesh and blood, so if you do it quickly enough, the sages of the Cult of the Dark Mechanics believe that they can snatch some precious wreckage from the mouth of the Infinite Root.

These wrecks were important material for their study of the unique techniques of the Order of Truth.

The Fallen Sages landed on the surface of the planet Oregon in giant construction machines and armed titans, and began their own excavation work in a treasure mine of flesh and blood, something they have been doing for at least 200 years.

Since the spread of the Stargate Network across the galaxy, both the Mechanics and the Cult of Darkness have been researching the scientific and technological creations of the Order of Truth, and the Mechanics have been able to smuggle large quantities of arms and civilian facilities from the people through the Empire's trade channels for research, and the degenerate hiding in the Eye of Fear can only obtain research materials in this way.

But whether it is the former or the latter, their research has not made any substantial progress for hundreds of years, and the Heavenly Machine Project has encrypted all the scientific and technological creations of the Truth Order, which is too profound for them.

Rao is so, and the oil guys have not given up, and their research continues today.

While the Fallen Sages dig for flesh on Oregon, the remnants of the Iron Warriors' defeated army flee back to the Eye of Dread to rest at their usual logistics base, Forge Worlds: Rust.

Perturabo dragged his badly wounded body to Motarian's severed left arm, frowning as he counted the Iron Warrior's losses, but the clearer the data, the more his heart ached.

Looking at the heir who had survived the massacre of the Purification Protocol with great difficulty, but who had been devastated by the radiation of the Poison Saint, Perturabo fell into a long silence.

At this time, a unique being came to the Plague of Rust and found Perturabo.

"Oh, look at our Lord of Steel, what blow has made you so depressed? The self-proclaimed steel-willed primordial body would also grieve because of the sacrifice of his soldiers? ”

A taunting voice emanated from a grotesque body made of flesh and machine, bright and hollow eyes like a pair of glowing searchlights, dense mechanical limbs and metal tentacles extending from behind him, a pair of wings more like claws than wings slowly spreading, and a profane weapon resembling the mechanical relic, the Axe of the Om Messiah, held in his hand.

He is the Lord of the Soul Furnace, the god of all machines believed in by the Plague of Rust and the Forge World, Vashtor.

Vashtor's mocking tone made Perturabo angry, but a string of sad numbers flashed before his eyes, and this anger was replaced by an indescribable throbbing, and the original body lowered its head slightly, and asked, "What are you doing here?" ”

"Come and get my fair share back." "It's plain in our contract, isn't it?" My followers and I will provide you and the Lord of Change with an improved Scrap Virus and War Fleet, and you will need to capture at least one Titan-class ship of the Human Federation as a reward for me. ”

As he spoke, Vashtor's stiff face shook his head as if regretful: "I have provided you with a powerful weapon and an invincible waste code virus!" But you are losing ground in the battle against the Human Federation, and it is clear that you are not as strong as you claim to be, Primordial 4. ”

"Huh..."Perturabo laughed angrily, mockingly, "The Waste Code Virus sought after by your followers is not as invincible as you boast, Vasztor, your clumsy code is as weak as a baby in the face of the tachyon virus released by the Bulletin......"

As he spoke, Perturabo looked at the fallen sages who were digging up the wreckage of the battle on the surface of the planet Oregon, and mocked, "You, like your followers, are just a bunch of rats who have been ostracized by the mainstream and huddled in a dark corner to eat a little bit of unwanted scraps. ”

Even if the Forge World and the Rust Plague hovered over the outer orbit of Oregon, the Dark Mechanics did not dare to claim the infinite grounds for themselves, and under the obscenity of the Lord of Change, they could only endure the desire for relics and dig up some wreckage of the body that Tzeentch did not care about.

However, Vashtor's mental quality was obviously much better than that of Peturabo, and his heart-piercing remarks did not make the Lord of the Soul Forge angry in the slightest.

Vashtor smiled contemptuously and said, "You're too presumptuous, Primordial Four. ”

"Do you really understand what the Human Federation is like? Do you know where their science and technology come from? You're just blindly believing the propaganda of the Bulletins, and you have a preconceived assumption that they, like the Empire, are a branch of humanity that survived the Dark Ages of technology, and that the technology of the Order of Truth is supposed to be a relic of the Golden Age of humanity...... But is that really the case? ”

Peturabo's face changed slightly: "What do you mean by this?" ”

Holding a scepter resembling the axe of the Om Messiah, Vashtor opened his arms as if embracing the starry sky.

"I am the god of inventors, engineers, scientists, and craftsmen, born of the curiosity and technological innovation of creatures in the material world, and my life is so old that the history of mankind is but a drop in the ocean......"

"The rise of space necromancy, the arms race and interstellar warfare between different races in the galaxy, and the technological dark ages of mankind...... I am the god of technology, and I am well versed in all the technologies and knowledge of all races in the galaxy, with the exception of the Human Federation. ”

"The Truth Order's technology is so advanced that it continues to make breakthroughs today. But their quest and technological breakthroughs have never given me the slightest bit of strength, and you know what that means? ”

Vasztor's bright eyes were fixed on Perturabo's eyes like two searchlights, and the primordial body's breathing slowly and unconsciously stalled:

"—their technology is not of this world."

(End of chapter)