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The Dragon brought down is spear, the attack slamming into the shaft of the Saint’s weapon. With a psychic rebuff the man produced enough psychic might that the two of them were sent away from one another. With three swings the Mechanical Dragon sent upon the man a ray of green light which glassed the ground underneath him. As his weapon danced within one hand the Dragon raised another hand and sent a torrent of emerald lighting which rocked the ground.
The man quickly began spinning his weapon, psychic energy swelling as lightning caressed the shaft as the beam was nimbly dodged by foresight. To see a mortal dodging his spears attack was annoying to the Dragon. It reminded him of the Aldari, a group which he hated with the greatest of passions.
As the Dragon prepared his next attack the being before him raised a hand towards him. The Dragon felt no psychic might swelling through the limb but instead a call upon emotion. The Dragon gave himself a moment’s thought, his mind looking upon the cosmos to see what heeding this call would mean for the future.
It was a future of no more hunger.
“Dragon!” Shouted the Saint as he pointed at the Dragon’s heart, “To what kind of being are you? You are not of the Warp. You do not smell of Daemons or Gods but of metal and lightning. To what are you?”
Laughter escaped the mouthless face of the Dragon as he rose upwards in the air. Here he was having memories of long past battles and he was battling against a creature who was only a few thousand years old.
<span class="mu-s">“I was once Mag’ladroth to the Necrontyr, but to you and the Aeldari I am the Void Dragon. I am a piece of thou who was Master of the Material Universe. Master of its workings and that which used the Material Universe. In the primitive terms of the Necrontyr, I am one piece of the God of Machines,”</span>
“Machines…” The man who was Ancient to his people but a fledgling to the Dragon spoke the word in thought, “These Machines, do they grant power to men that do not have psychic might?”
<span class="mu-s">“Yes, that is what Machines grant to those that use them. As your species use spears, swords, and bows for warfare you are but on the first steps towards my Domain.”</span> There was a deep setting pride within the voice of the God as he laughed, <span class="mu-s">“But do not think I will grant you this Truth of the Universe. I played the games of Mephet’ran, giving my knowledge so that the Necrontyr shall have their ascendance and feed us their souls. But just as he tricked them they tricked us, shattering my divine form into pieces before my Great Project could be completed.”</span>
