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The calling came and the Omnissiah had to answer it.
Analysis was simple, that the battlelines would fall if he was to leave the battlefield. He needed to circumvent this in some manner to assure that there would not be any large pushes towards the Golden Throne.
His mind quickly searched the galaxy. His many shards being strung across the galaxy becoming eyes for the Omnissiah to see into the Universe itself. His eyes washed across the scene, a subtle call to those present to answer his search for useful resources.
One of them answered. Imprisoned upon one of the many isolated worlds of the Necrons he could feel mayhem taking its toll. An Overlord risen only to fall to the presence of their brother. Under the guiding hand of the insane the Overlord had risen a great many of his fellows, turning them into his laying servants.
Quickly a deal was struck. The specter of insanity coming into consciousness in just a strong enough form to understand what it was the Machine God was wishing from the damned. The Demand of this ruined C’Tan was obvious, that he wished to be free from the unending hunger that had plagued their kind since time immemorial.
The Machine God did not pride himself like the Trickster. He did not see this as getting one over his brother in what was a moment of true desperation. He only saw what was about to happen to be a deal struck where one side did not really care what happened as their agreement was settled.
From the rear of the Daemon’s lines they came like a tide. Screeching and hollaring that had no sign of stopping. They laughed and cried while taking the flesh of those foolish enough to stand close to their escape from isolation.
Anything that was infected by the Flayer, Llandu’gor, was brought to the fore as the fallen god demanded souls to satisfy his endless hunger. He demanded it without even understanding how to eat them anymore. He was perpetually existing yet driven so mad by his hunger that Llandu’gor forgot how to eat.
The Omnissiah did not care. With the terrors pointed in a direction other than his troops he made a thin slice in the Webway. He stepped through it to disappear for the few hours that remained of the war.
