"So...this is the secret you have been hiding, the sharp blades of the Three Saints?"
Bossert's angry voice echoed in the palace-like bridge of his flagship. Standing in front of the throne, he was furious and pointed at the three Holy Guards below with the supreme scepter in his hand.
"A C'tan! A... C'tan that has never appeared in records!"
The leader of the Three Saints Guards did not flinch at all when facing the angry King of France.
"Things are far more complicated than you think. Emperor Bosset, please immediately take the nobles of the dynasty and temporarily transfer them to other ships, and immediately leave this place and transfer to other tomb worlds. This is the only way to preserve the Raisa Dynasty.
"
"You brought something so dangerous to me, and now you want me to run away like a coward and abandon my flagship and the Crown World!"
"This is the best solution, and it's not too late. This thing cannot be restricted according to the current methods of the Raisha Dynasty."
"Then what's going on with these Adas!"
The Pharaoh's scepter pointed angrily at the huge circular observation window, where an elegant giant ship was pouring out a meteor shower of light, and then the entire bridge shook slightly.
On the left, a harvester ship was already dying under the ferocious enemy firepower. One side of its hull had been torn apart. At the same time, three Nightshroud bombers passed by the harvester ship that had lost power, enough to suppress it.
They turned at a speed that broke the internal organs of a living creature, but behind them, six green Nightwing fighters were biting their butts. These elegant Eldar fighters were not inferior to the Necrontyr in terms of speed and maneuverability.
The aircraft flew in a tight spiral as they fired.
Soon, a Nightshroud bomber was hit. It suddenly lost control and began to roll, and then hit the tomb ship, triggering a series of explosions.
The Three Holy Guards also stared at the fierce battle scene. After a long time, they turned back and whispered in a very personal voice:
"It's all...an accident."
Bossert became even more angry after hearing this. The energy nodes in his body lit up to the extreme due to this rage, making him seem to turn into a blazing green sun.
"Accident, accident, accident! How many orders did we buy for Szarak's accident! How much price we paid!"
At this moment, the green holographic image floating in front of the Emperor attracted his attention. He saw a towering being kicking open a thick black door and walking in as if nothing had happened. On his shoulders
Carrying a huge weapon, he held the upper body of a Necrontyr in his left hand. It was the eleventh son of the King of France, and also his seventh son and nineteenth general killed in battle today. Although they were all able to pass the Rebirth Agreement
Resurrection, but as the energy distribution in the tomb has been squeezed to the limit, the reality is not optimistic.
After staring fiercely at that damn bastard for a long time, the Emperor turned his attention to the Three Holy Guards.
"If the Laisha Dynasty will perish today, then what Szarak has done will be made public to the world. I want all the dynasties to see the shameful things he has done!"
"Prince Bosset, please choose your words carefully."
But the French Emperor, who was extremely angry, no longer paid attention to these scoundrels from Szarak. Now he had only one idea - to use all means to eliminate this thing that tried to destroy his dynasty.
"Command all the Dark Sands to move out."
After hearing the King's order, many nobles turned their heads slightly. The Dark Sands are the Death Mark team of the Raisa Dynasty. This dynasty was very "good" at using assassins in the flesh and blood era, so after the biological transformation, it maintained a larger scale than the average dynasty.
A much larger Death Mark formation, but these things will never see the light of day. Unless they are forced to do nothing, even the King of France will not send them out easily.
But now, they are all awakened from the death box, just to deal with one enemy.
An enemy who could destroy their ancient dynasty——
Soshiyang stood in the tinkling darkness, at the center of a nightmare that would suffocate a mortal. In all directions around him, as many terrifying green eye sockets as the sea spread in all directions, and thousands of unconscious faces were looking at him.
Turn blindly towards the intruder.
Immediately, the blades of the phalanx lit up, and the energy supplier of the Gauss Ripper also lit up.
When countless Necron infantry pressed forward, it was like a raging metal wave, enough to flood the other world.
Immediately afterwards, the massacre began.
Soshyan threw away the remains of the Necrontyr noble. The abundant energy that drove the opponent's body had been sucked up by him. This was also the first time he felt a real "drain", although he had vaguely felt this way in past battles.
But there is no doubt that the absorption of energy on the physical level stimulates his senses more strongly. It seems that the energy in the Necrontyr is naturally in tune with him.
Facing the metal corpses rushing towards him like hungry ghosts from hell, Soshiyang slowed down his breathing and slowed down his perception of time to the limit of his ability. The powerful energy caused something close to "excitement" in his gray marrow.
He couldn't describe the changes in words. In short, the world had changed, becoming small and trivial. He could also see the lines and particles of energy formed in the air. He could fight like a god - and
Can last for a long time.
In this state, he could feel something else inside, or something deeper, about to stir, whether it was hunger, thirst, anger, or something else, he didn't know.
But Soshiyang has understood the commonality of the Star God's greed for souls. He does not want to become a soul-hungry vampire, an evil spirit wandering in the world - no matter how hard he sticks to his heart, he is like a gun.
That way, you can control it to fire, but you may not be able to control who it hits.
After a brief thought, Soshyan exploded.
When he suddenly jumped directly to the densest place of enemies, he trampled the two immortals under his feet the moment he landed. Then he waved his Fentian with the momentum of autumn wind sweeping fallen leaves, and before the first limb hit the ground, he
Cut down thirty immortals.
Fentian, which was passing by at high speed, almost turned into a strip of light, and every movement carried the force of a landslide, while Soshyan's movement in the crowded Necrontyr phalanx was as easy as reaching out to wave away a spider web.
Not far away, a Necrontyr Lord was trying hard to wave the halberd in his hand to command. Gaussian energy shot like raindrops, but Soshyan had ignored them, just like an Astartes wouldn't care about the laser gun.
That way.
He began to move towards the enemy commander, and the desperate immortals tried to grab the edge of his armor with their hands, but were only mercilessly trampled underfoot.