Mechanicum (The Horus Heresy)
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Book nine in the New York Times bestselling series
As the flames of treachery spread outwards through the Imperium, Horus mobilises those forces who are loyal to him, and plots to subvert or destroy those who stand against him. A battle is being fought for the heart and soul of all the Imperial forces – the Astartes, the Imperial Army, the Titan Legions and more. In this epic story, author Graham McNeill tells the story of the civil war on Mars, and the genesis of the Dark Mechanicum.
you bear?’ Sigismund shook his head. ‘I don’t have time to debate this with you, Kane. Speed up the loading by whatever means you can, but within the hour we must be away or we will not be leaving at all. Do you understand that simple fact?’ ‘I understand,’ snapped Kane. ‘But you must understand that if Mondus Occulum and Mondus Gamma fall, you will have no way of replenishing the combat losses you will sustain in any meaningful way.’ Sigismund was about to reply when one of the Tsiolkovsky
energy shields that protected a Knight in battle would save him from a fall from this height. Verticorda guided Ares Lictor’s first step onto the cut path and felt the slipperiness beneath its feet as though he walked upon it himself. Each step was dangerous and he took care to ensure that each one was taken with the utmost reverence. Step by step, inch by inch, he walked Ares Lictor down the path to the cratered plain below. Golden light suddenly burst from the clouds above, dazzling and
anticipated the question, the prepared answer flowing smoothly from his vocabulator. ‘A shrewd question, ambassador,’ said Regulus. ‘Horus Lupercal has given me an answer that I believe will satisfy you.’ ‘And that is?’ asked Malevolus. Regulus seemed to swell within his robes. ‘The Warmaster will lift all restrictions on research into the forbidden technologies. To that end, I bring the protocols that will unlock the Vaults of Moravec.’ A heavy silence descended on the gathered adepts, as
spikes and pain-suppressers were worked into their flesh as augmetics or glanded into their nervous systems, and Kane felt a shiver of nervous anticipation as he approached, reading their spiking adrenal levels in the ambient electrical field.
Dalia. To see so many wondrous things in so short a time was nothing less than overwhelming. ‘The Martian priesthood does not encourage visitors,’ said Rho-mu 31. ‘They believe the soil of Mars to be sacred.’ ‘Isn’t the idea of things being sacred, well… not allowed any more?’ ‘In a manner of speaking, yes,’ agreed Rho-mu 31. ‘The Emperor advances the credo that belief in gods is a falsehood, but a condition of the Treaty of Olympus was that he swore not to interfere with our structures and