*A time of war*
The bio-mechanical serpents slithered around him, consuming the armours, bodies and very souls of the fallen lying strewn around on the ground. They had once been his mechadendrites, but that was ages ago and now they acted with a daemonic intelligence and purpose both with and without his command. Back in the eye he had dabbled in abominable intelligence to rebuild them, a mystic and secretive science with an abundance in danger. He remembered well the warnings in the texts about the Men of Iron, and the danger they possessed. He had been very careful when it came to designing them, and in the end the daemonic possession to them was a boon if anything, since it meant he could construct pacts and sorcery to keep them under his control.
The mechanical beast let out a low growl as the serpents began to repair it under his guidance. It had suffered greatly under the assault but was still alive...if you could truly call what it had "life". His own mechanical mount was grazing a short distance away, like a tamed dairy beast of old but instead of grass, it consumed the very essence of the reality around it.
A binary chant on his inter-vox notified him of a gathering of daemon engines that needed direction, and he called over his mount to move out and take charge of them. The Masters of Possession were very good at creating these monstrosities, but to control them they had less...authority...
The damaged machine was repaired enough and would recover in due time, and it happily skittered after him when he moved toward the other machines and towards battle...
At long last, reinforcement has arrived for our beleaguered chaos forces. New models are inbound and the chaos warlords are eagerly awaiting their arrival! What better time to stage a modelling contest amongst the frater? None, I'd say especially with all the goodies that are coming out.
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