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All of their formed without a single word spoken amongst them all. Such a need was evident as the very air itself rang with the scrap code which had damned their entire realm to heresy. In truth each and every one of them were being given a push by the Omnissiah himself to move forward with him towards their destination.
Such was the need for a time like this where Chaos ebbed and flowed as readily as it did. The Omnissiah knew this to be the case and thus organized his people for this exact matter. Each of them shall be given the inkling of knowledge of what he wishes for them to do. Such actions were taught by the God to the Worshiper, and thus did the Omnissiah carry through the ideal of what everyone thought a divine being was supposed to act as.
This march was a symbol in both reality and the warp. By making it in both methods the Omnissiah had given his people more protections than they could ever understand.
Mars cried all around him. The Omnissiah could hear the scrap code infecting all parts of Martian life and it was painful. So painful to hear the cries of misery of the people who were now in a world that will reflect the future of mankind.
He cried for his people. He wept for the journey as he heard their cries exemplified within his ears.
He did not wish it to be silenced though, for to silence the cries of the needy was not what a god did! While there were many reasons the Omnissiah walked silently across the sands of Mars it was the fact that he did not wish to be deafened by his own voice which caused his thought.
As he did so he could hear the prayers of even the corrupted. Of those who had lost their bodies to the foul machines which now puppeted them across the dunes.
Such was the reason that he looked beyond his sight to see them now. Go tight was the grip of Chaos that the Omnissiah, a divine being, was blind to what was happening in the near future. But that did not mean he was blind. Doubly so when upon the planet of Mars.
Looking forward he could see it. His foes realized that the Magma City was being threatened and having sallied out to match Particep Semper in combat. Among their ranks was a few thousand of his sons, all of them changed into some horrendous abomination that was far worse than anything the Traitor Marines have yet employed themselves. From there so many people had been turned into monstrous creations or artillery machines for use by the corrupted magi who now championed the Mechanicum.
Above all though, what was to come was a battle against Titans. The Omnissiah could hear the rumbling anger of none other than the Diez Ire along with almost the entirety of Legio Mortis walking amongst the sands prepared for the battle.
If this was a fight before his arrival they would be crushed, turned into mincemeat as the Diez Ire and all of Legio Mortis struck the final cord of death upon those who dared to invade its planet.
But the Omnissiah, Prophet of the Machine God, stood among his people.
