Well, I guess Sanguinius needed to be seen and accepted too, just like the other Primarchs.
Which is why he took command of this Crusade, with knowledge gleaned from the glass throne and practically blitzed the Fiends with dozens of brutal attacks at key points, intercepting fleeing ships and exterminating nearly every single last one of the xenos, except for a thousand Fiends saved in my labyrinth for collection purposes and biologic experints. Much the sa for the technology, an entire civilization spanning 50 stars vanished without a single trace.
I collected so crystal ships and lots of exotic weapons, in the hope of getting them reverse-engineered by techpriests or a certain Necron.
They seem to work on lateral scientific principles though, much like Eldar or Joakero tech did. Fringe science, eh?
Still, our losses would have been quite large without my hidden support. It will take so ti until Sanguinius realized that available Imperial forces were not the sa now.
The millennia of neglect and corruption had eroded the Imperium greatly, and most advanced machines were simply locked away or forgotten, wars reduced to grinding attrition of billions of poorly ard guardsn and Astartes Chapters often lacking enough power armor to suit all their Space Marines. Tanks and fighters lacked parts for repair, or people who knew to repair them.
As for spaceships, it was even worse. Most of the Imperial Navy had been reduced to using artillery macrocannons and flak autocannons, lacking even proper guidance for torpedoes or the knowledge to operate lance batteries.
The Astartes ships were sowhat worse still, because the proud idiots refused to let the chanicus perform repairs, but they still didn't train thousands of techmarines to cover that part.
Reactors leaked radiation, Gellar fields were malfunctioning frequently, and they never really used their heads when planning a campaign, just diving straight in with horrible loses.
Exceptions like the Iron Hands and their successor Chapters were too rare to make a difference.
As for the Black Templars, well. At least they didn't use psykers, at all. So they had pretty much zero defections to Chaos, which was sothing at least.
However, the Blood Angels did, and quite many of them. Add to that their mad Brothers rampaging on the battlefield in a haze of Black Rage or Red Thirst, or both...it wasn't pretty.
I don't think Sanguinius minded too much to see them go. I sure did not.
"I'm going to need more Blank recruits." the Primarch grumbled while examining the deford corpses of his sons in the Apothecary.
"Right away, Primarch. About 30 thousands, for all the successor Chapters too. I'll return to my bedroom imdiately." I quipped while flicking the useless bodies into the sun.
His eyes tracked the burning corpses and he sighed. "This Culexus Assassinorum temple. They can clone Pariahs and make more recruits, correct?"
I nodded in agreent. "They do. So chanicus technology, although is very flawed and produces more monsters than viable clones. The Grey Knights can turn psykers into Pariahs as well. Which trick, is possibly what we need in the short term. Pariahs have different abilities from normal psykers, but are especially potent against demons and psyker xenos anyway. They can even reverse Waagh fields and turn psyker spells around on the caster, turn themselves invisible and produce nullification fields the size of a spaceship."
Sanguinius held his hand out, forming a globe of blue energy, which then turned into a shimring aura around him.
"You can still see ?" he asked to make sure.
"Yes, my lord. The big white wings give you away, even if you hide behind your hand." I answered with a smirk.
"Wiseass! You're not helping at all." the big hawk boy complained and sobbed fakely.
"You want to see the Tyranids next?" I wondered instead.
"Yes. I could only sense a dark blob of nothingness heading towards . With so luck, we'll catch the traitors between our fleets, and have the Iron Fists owe you their allegiance." I proposed and imdiatly moved us onto the bridge of the Serenity.
"Set course for Baal! I want my own ship already." the Primarch ordered with an annoyed glare at , and soon enough the fleet departed its moorings, leaving behind a very different Death Spectres Chapter, devoid of their original purpose and tasked with a new one. Or possibly the reverse.
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