After, uh, the disaster that was my Secutarii Axiarch, I proceeded to the much better plastic models that are the Mechanicum heavy support box. I really hate working with resin, ugh. This went much better, and now my Thanatar Calix is complete. Phew! That's a relief. I'll proceed to assemble the Krios Venator (I'll see if I can leave the weapon interchangeable) soon. How soon, I've no idea. I've a way of procrastinating. So, yeah.
So what will I do with this fella? Generally, he's for Horus Heresy, but he's also joining my Legio Cybernetica army in the modern 41st millennium.
During the hypertechnological war between the Adeptus Mechanicus and Necron Dynasties in the region known as the Pariah Nexus, the weapons unleashed were not limited to those vast in scale. Many Tech-priests and Adepts brought along priceless relics and ancient assets that date back to the Great Crusade.
Archmagos Theta-Rho orchestrated his battle-automata as they marched relentlessly across Kuroishi, engaging the Necrons that had crawled out of the woodwork. His pair of Thanatar siege-automata stepped forward, their mauler bolt cannons barking thudnerously and mauling the poor Necron warriors that advanced silently, shattering their metallic forms.
The first Thanatar unleashed a superheated salvo from its Hellex plasma mortar, engulfing a horde of skeletal warriors. The Necron warriors continued marching, despite their eerily gleaming forms melting into sludge. Though eldritch energies crackled around their convulsing forms as they attempted to repair the molten warriors, the smoldering crater remained inimical to all forms of life, and they phased out eventually after melting and reforming several times.
A Doomsday Ark detonated as an immense beam speared it, fired from the shoulder-mounted Sollex heavy lascannon. Even as its hull knitted together, the living metal that composed it attempting to repair it, the Thantar Calix lumbered forward and rammed it with its graviton ram, crushing it with gravitic forces.
Gauss beams lanced toward it, deflected by the atomantic field that shrouded the massive automata. A phalanx of tomb blades streaked across their skies, swerving toward the pair of Thanatar.
However, a pulsing beam of black light struck one of the hover-bikes and unmade it at the molecular level. A Castellax battle-automata, anchored to the ground, swiveled its Darkfire cannon and fired again, disintegrating a second tomb blade. The survivors pulled up and withdrew.
Lychguard charged Theta-Rho, believing him to be vulnerable, but they skidded to a stop, raising their shields and locking them. Their maneuver didn't save them. Melta rays blasted through their crackling shields, the multi-melta wielding Castellax battle-automata closing ranks to protect their master. Their power blades whirred, crackling in disruptive fields, as they sliced through the dense formation of Lychguard. Mass reactives hammered into their glyph-ridden breastplates and detonated ferociously, the Castellax automata shooting pointblank into their foes.
Theta-Rho raised his head, his auto-senses detecting a spike in energies. Behind the Lychguard, he spotted a single Necron overlord, raising its staff and unleashing a temporal burst that accelerated the aging of one of his Skitarii protectors. The cyborg shuddered, metallic joints rusting and all flesh decaying in an instant, before collapsing.
The archmagos raised his volkite blaster, unleashing a thermal ray in reply. The crimson beam slammed into the overlord and immolated it, causing the xenos to shriek in an undignified manner. Theta-Rho watched, fascinated, as the overlord disappeared, only ro recompose itself several meters away, free of the flames that ravaged its previous body.
The overlord turned its skeletal face toward the tech-priest, its eyes blazing verdant with ghostly fury. It leveled its unmaker staff at him, but before it could decompose its target, a graviton hammer fell upon it and pulverized the foul xenos.
<Conqueror Protocol,> Theta-Rho blurted in binharic, directing his newly arrived Domitar battle-automata to smash their way through the reeling Lychguard from behind. His Castellax had fallen under the weight of their insidious weapons, but Theta-Rho reckoned he could repair them once he brought them back to his Ark Mechanicus.
First, though, he had a war to win. With the prized assets of his Legio Cybernetica - composed of priceless automata dating back to the Great Crusade - unleashed, he was sure victory was within his grasp. Unlike his reckless colleagues, he had no intention of escalating the hypertechnological war and razing entire worlds.
No, he would instead place his faith in the glorious days of the Great Crusade, of the golden age of the Imperium before it was riven by civil war. At their height, there was no xenos empire that could challenge the burgeoning Imperium of Man. Witnessing the might of machines derived from that period of enlightenment, Theta-Rho's confidence blossomed.
He would eradicate the enemies of the Omnissiah.
Several systems away, Vashtorr the Arkifane stirred and laughed, reveling in the emotions that flowed through the sub-sector. The pride...the arrogance...the complacency that filled those foolish "innovators" who thought they had mastery over their technology. He could literally taste the turmoil of technological and the rush that filled those who thought themselves masters in the air, and he reveled in it.
Soon, the Silent King's contra-immaterial nodal matrix, the invention he took so much pride in, would belong to Vashtorr, and fuel his ascension to godhood.
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