After countless players had been eagerly waiting, Medici's account finally updated.
There was no lengthy explanation, just a single video link with a simple, direct title: Battlefield: Warhammer 40k: Death Hive Teaser Trailer..
Fans who'd been lying in wait pounced like sharks smelling blood, and the view count skyrocketed at a terrifying rate.
The video opened on pure, unsettling darkness.
From within the void, a low, monotonous, rhythmic hum gradually emerged, like the pulse of some massive mechanical core or countless gears turning in perfect synchronization.
The sound carried an inhuman, coldly methodical cadence that instantly pulled viewers into an atmosphere utterly alien to normal experience.
Then, faint light appeared.
The illumination came from an extraordinarily eerie hall. This place resembled no known religious site.
There were no stained glass windows, no holy icons.
Instead, exposed thick hydraulic pipes, complex control panels blinking with indicator lights, and walls carved with circuit-diagram-like runes filled the space.
Throughout the hall stood dozens of figures. They wore deep crimson robes stained with grease, hems dragging on the ground.
Most of their faces had been replaced by metal masks or complex optical sensors, and what exposed limbs remained were mostly mechanical prosthetics gleaming with cold light.
They were believers of the Adeptus Mechanicus: tech-priests.
They swayed their bodies in perfectly synchronized, almost rigid movements, facing a massive, constantly rotating gear symbol at the hall's far end.
They "chanted," but what emerged wasn't human language. Instead, it was strings of cold, precise, emotionless binary code:
"01001001 01101110 00100000 01110100 01101000 01100101 00100000 01110000 01100001 ..."
This supremely bizarre "prayer" scene, combined with the inhuman droning background, created a powerful cognitive shock. The chat exploded instantly:
"Holy crap! What is this creepy BGM?!"
"What are they saying? Code??"
"Mechanicus? This is the new faction? Too fucking cool!"
"The atmosphere is perfect! I can feel my machine spirit growing displeased!"
"Getting chills! But it's so sick!"
The camera slowly pushed forward, focusing on what was clearly a higher-ranking Archmagos.
He possessed more and more intricate mechanical tentacles and auxiliary units, his head a massive spherical sensor array flickering with various lights.
One mechanical hand gently swept across a control panel covered in buttons, as if performing some sacred ritual.
Suddenly, new mechanical synthesized speech emerged from the Archmagos's speaker, the voice seeming to carry joy, or more accurately, a kind of fervor.
[The Machine Spirit is Greatly Pleased]
Those words seemed to carry some kind of magic, sending chills down the spines of anyone watching who understood even basic mechanics, while precisely conveying the core belief of the Adeptus Mechanicus: they viewed machines as possessing souls that required appeasement and pleasing.
Immediately, the shot pulled up sharply and cut away!
The perspective rushed out of the eerie prayer chamber at breakneck speed, burst through metal domes, and entered the cold, lonely vacuum of space.
A massive, bizarre fleet maintained neat formation, sailing silently against a backdrop of stars.
Their hull designs matched the prayer chamber's aesthetic: rugged, ancient, covered in mechanical structures, with enormous pipes and turrets like a monster's fangs.
Every vessel's armor clearly bore that unforgettable insignia: the mechanical skull wearing a red hood.
The camera guided viewers' gaze past this mechanical fleet toward their route's destination.
There, a planet floated silently in the darkness.
It wasn't the vibrant blue or green of a living world, but displayed a sickly, rust-stained dark red and iron gray.
The planet's surface was almost entirely covered by endless, towering steel structures: an unimaginably massive hive city.
Yet in cruel contrast to its scale, this city was utterly silent. No brightly lit districts, no shuttling aircraft, no industrial exhaust plumes, only a suffocating, ruins-like silence.
But the video's rhythm shifted again!
The scene cut sharply from the macro cosmic perspective, plunging instantly into some dark, damp cavern deep within the hive, covered in slick biological creep.
The lighting here was dim, tinged with an eerie purple. At the cavern's center stood an enormous statue.
The statue's style was... extremely unsettling. It vaguely retained the outline of the Imperium's Emperor in all his majesty, draped in robes, crowned with laurels.
But! Below the statue's shoulders, four arms clearly grew! Two crossed over the chest like a normal Emperor statue, while the other two twisted upward, as if embracing something unspeakable.
The statue's face remained solemn, even carrying a kind of twisted sanctity, but in the dim light, those extra arms filled the entire statue with an aura of blasphemy, grotesqueness, and spine-chilling wrongness.
Below the statue, a mass of creatures knelt in dark clusters.
They hunched forward, skin pale, and most critically: the majority of them had abnormally grown a second pair of skeletal arms below their shoulder blades! Thick tails swayed restlessly behind them.
They were Genestealers!
They faced that bizarre four-armed God-Emperor statue, emitting low, fervent hisses, as if conducting some evil mass.
The chat reached its highest peak since the video began:
"Four arms?! What's with this statue?!"
"How did these people turn into that?!"
"These kneeling monsters... are they the new enemies?"
"This is sanity-draining! The setting is so dark!"
"So the Mechanicus is going to fight these things?"
"This narrative tension! I can't wait anymore!"
At the video's end, scenes rapidly cut between the Mechanicus fleet's cold steel torrent, the Death Hive's desperate silence, and the Genestealer Cult's blasphemous prayer ritual.
The background binary prayers and alien hisses gradually merged, growing more and more urgent, finally accompanied by a soul-rending sound mixing mechanical noise and biological shrieks. The screen abruptly went black.
Several lines of rough Gothic script, like brands burned in steel, slowly materialized:
[Battlefield: Warhammer 40k]
[Death Hive]
[Coming Soon]
The trailer ended.