I think sothing had indeed changed among the Adeptus chanicus.
Sure, I would always bring gifts of the valuable kind, like STCs and advice on how to defend and grow their Forge Worlds, plus exotic xeno specins and technology to analyze.
That would make most techpriests happy with , and often make them reveal their nice side with their own gifts and upgrades and free supplies.
I an, my entire Rogue Trader Dynasty was based around this concept of tax evasion and direct barter or I wouldn't have been able to equip my ships and armies with the better tech of the chanicus in a single century.
But now, the Fabricator Dominus of Mordax was beyond ecstatic. Perhaps it had sothing to do with saving his Forge from the Green Kroosade? Maybe piloting a Titan? Killing Slaanesh?
Not sure.
Anyways, I had free hands to requisition any and every munition I could want, plus priority for armor replacents and new vehicles.
Only the lack of blackstone deposits nearby was an impedint to cladding my every trooper in this expensive material from head to toe. We mitigated that by extracting so blackstone walls from the Black Lants interior, and for an entire year a Forge World worked day and night to construct more Sentinels and attack drones, plus they provided bionic limbs and implants for my troops.
Forge Mordax had received a whole Space Hulk to mine for tal and bits of technology, and was constantly importing human resources from nearby Hive Worlds as organic parts, serfs, servitors, acolytes and auxiliary regints.
Other Astartes Chapters were also boosting their numbers with extra vehicles and auxiliary regints, mostly from " Chyron provided helpfully as we entered the third layer.
The Transcendent C'tan fired his star devouring spells at the chief gardener to minimal effect, and so did the Singularity.
Even among demons, so were stronger than others. And this thing was incredibly durable. Impossibly so, in fact. No known material could withstand a blackhole to the face like this demon just did.
I frowned and began searching in the tesseract for a counter, settling on using Sister Ordela as a last resort. She was my ace and I didn't want to reveal her so soon, or at all if possible.
Luckily, those two Phoenix Lords decided to take this enemy down by themselves, and bead themselves into close combat with the Nurgle demon, slicing at the jolly demon with glowing boorangs and a bayonet rifle of so kind.
I almost doubted their sanity and mine, when the Greater Daemon lost a hand and then another to those feeble weapons.
Anyways, we couldn't stop right now, nor could I do much to help.
The battling trio was left behind, although I created a field of Tarantula turrets and deployed a dozen Ork Bosses to deal with Chaos reinforcents.
And then, the green C'tan plowed straight into the next layer, called the Blighted Mansion. Space-ti flared and buckled and the C'tan was thrown back, ripped in two by an enormous creature with poked green skin and a beer belly.
"Welco to my mansion!" Nurgle exclaid in a cheerful voice, and ti began to slow down.
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