Chapter 787 229 Aliens Guard the Country
Chapter 787 229. Aliens defend the country
Stupid newbies are overestimating their abilities.
——The great King of Silence, Szarak.
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The light of the pale golden subspace enveloped part of the Starfield of the Eye of Silence. The sparks on it were as numerous as the stars, and the gears roared, piercing the defenses deeply into the loess.
"..."
Szarak raised his head and looked at the clutter area. The psychic signals were always discordant and needed to be shielded.
The silver-white skeleton opened its mouth, but faced this situation, it didn't know what to say.
"Don't overestimate your own capabilities..."
The electronic sound of the Silent King was chaotic for a moment, and the radio waves spread out from around it, like a rippling light green ocean. Among the charred ruins blown up by the shameless Trazin, Szalak stood up angrily and furiously, clenching its Scepter.
"Send troops - represent my will!"
In the star field that was previously occupied instantly, those moon sickle-shaped ships that were far away from the planet and parked in the void restarted. The order had been issued, and the real manager of the galaxy stretched out his hand.
The stream of emerald green ions surged, and each scimitar-shaped ship could easily exceed the speed of light. The fleet gathered and headed straight for the nearby planet where the human race's original body was stationed.
The fleet far exceeds the number of Imperial ships and is advancing rapidly. With ruthlessness, blood and tears, the Silent King is confident that he will take over the entire fleet of the Human Empire. In the face of the Necrontyr's technology, even if the humans steal their technology, It still cannot be reproduced to perfection.
There is no faster ship in the galaxy than the Necrontyr.
Within the star area, except for the human ships near the planet, there are no other fleets. Obviously the humans know that they cannot defeat the Necrontyr in a naval battle——
【I'm forgetting it! Don't rush! 】
Inside the Macragge's Glory, the signal lights flashed and the beeping beeped hurriedly.
Under the gaze of Guilliman and Faenus, Magnus screamed, and the red giant's body glowed red. He murmured something in his mouth, and looked at the astrolabe with one eye.
Above it, several streams of bright green water were heading towards the interior of the star field.
[Numerology is nonsense! 】
Finally, Magnus cursed loudly and decisively gave up the auxiliary algorithm recommended by Mortarion. It seemed that he had given up on himself. Magnus pointed at a point on the star map suddenly, and the stars were shining brightly in his single eye.
【This is it! The vast sky is going somewhere, and the spiritual energy is flowing clearly - this time I need to borrow the power of Mortarion! (x3782356, y239461, z52933), Mortarion, hit here! There is also soulless Ogryn, (x374456, y28373, z52344, t2933), opening the black domain! 】
The Warp is never a place of disorder! The operation of everything has its own truth and logic behind it. The subspace turbulence in the eyes of others can actually be exploited——
This is what Magnus has been working on, and here it is! The ocean currents that drive the subspace itself force a vortex of subspace and the physical world to open in this star field!
In Robert Guilliman's hypothesis, this war will be a battle between the Primarch and the Psychic, unless it reaches the final step, and Pluto cannot be released unless necessary.
Opposite is the Silent King of the Necrons, which means that it has enough means to deal with a Broken Star God. In fact, the largest fragment of the Death Star God is screaming under the throne of the Silent King.
In addition, Pluto's characteristics make him unsuitable for joint operations with the human empire.
In the land of pale mist, the giant scythe hits the ground dullly, mysterious numbers emerge from the white helmet, the cloak automatically moves without wind, Mortarion whispers in his mouth, the original body is transforming into subspace, the phantom of the giant insect appears above the fragments of the planet, Spewing bursts of white mist somewhere in the subspace.
Thanks to Nyos for his special psychic training, Mortarion did not like the feeling of being too closely connected to the warp.
[Didn’t you say that... numerology is nonsense? 】
Mortarion, who always looked a little white-eyed under the hood, said lightly. His whole body became darker for a moment, and several pieces of white bones peeled off.
On the other side, the subspace is screaming, and some unwelcome underworld guy is forcing a visit. The psychic energy is rushing and hurriedly fleeing into the distance.
[I just have reservations - Mortarion, I have tried to use formulas to prove to you that there are too many uncertain factors in your formulas! You are totally trying to make up a special solution! 】
Magnus retorted, but even so, the psyker's hand never stopped, and the red giant drew a golden rune with unimaginable dexterity - to detonate the final singularity.
[I want you to pay attention, my brother. 】
Guilliman, who was staring nervously at the star map, said, and Magnus called out,
[Why don’t you question Mortarion? He attacked first. 】
But no matter what, the flash of light from the psyker's fingertips has fallen into the small star map, and only a little golden light can be seen -
The curtain between illusion and reality weeps.
In the center of the speeding Necron fleet, the subspace turbulence with nowhere to go suddenly erupted. Bright yellow and foggy white water mixed with countless miscellaneous colors spewed out from the anchor point, and the next moment directly enveloped the Necron fleet. , if it were a fleet of other races, this huge impact would be enough to make this fleet directly lose its combat effectiveness——
Even if the engine could barely run, the crew on it would have died in the waves that swept away their souls.
But this is Necron.
"The mantis' arm is like a chariot."
After less than a moment of chaos, the Necron queue was only slightly dispersed, and the light of the engine began to shine again, preparing to continue their rapid march——
The Necrons are the real overlords and handlers of the physical world.
In their heyday, they not only personally destroyed the Star God, the ruler of the physical world, but also had the power to fight against the Ancient Saints of the subspace.
"Ignorant race...Does the human race think that the Necrontyr fear the subspace?"
On the contrary, for the first time they declared war on the Old Ones, the masters of the warp.
The Silent King sneered in his heart. The displeasure of being attacked by Trazin gradually disappeared. It was just an unseemly trick.
In the face of real and absolute power, all talk is empty talk.
But the next moment, the sharp bows of the battleships and cruisers were revealed in the weird turbulence of subspace——
"Your enemy in this battle is me."
In the gloomy spiritual energy, the imperial fleet broke out of the subspace storm, golden light lit up, and Garro, covered in flames, calmly looked at the interrupted Necron fleet.
Next to Jialuo, there was the Sun Lord Macarius, both of whom were burning with golden flames.
On the deck beneath their feet, the Nirvana branch center was roaring, and the consciousness of machines and gears was extending. They no longer obeyed the laws of physics surly. In the waves of subspace, everything should follow the laws of spiritual energy.
Looking at the Necron ship that was accelerating without inertia and crashing towards them, Garro raised his heavy sword, and their engines made super-light speed sounds along with his roar——
"Get ready to join the gang!"
【,】
On the Macragge's Glory, Guilliman noticed that Faenus's expression was stunned for a moment. Then, Faenus's will said hesitantly,
[My power seems to be able to affect the Necrons - but they are resisting at the same time. No matter what, I try to slow down their ships first. 】
[You are the commander of the naval battle, Feinus, and you have the highest command authority. 】
Guilliman said, looking down at the battlefield. Faenus' "main consciousness" was on those ships, and the one on the Macragge's Glory was just a communication clone.
Feinus nodded, said nothing, and frowned.
They were never too naive, and the purpose of tearing open the subspace window was just to create a better environment for the Imperial Navy, so that the various performance values of the Imperial Navy could barely match the scythes of the Necron.
But now there seems to be an unexpected surprise.
In the chaotic sea of stars, a melee has begun. The torpedoes that cover the sky almost form a physical barrier in the area, and the light is as dazzling as the constant sun.
But their enemies are no ordinary people either.
Facing the torpedo barrier, the super-light crescent-shaped ship faced the torpedo, and the bright explosion lit up, but it was nothing more than fireworks reflected behind the ship.
Like free raindrops, the Sickle-class harvester rushed straight towards the Empire's Mars-class battleship surrounded by cruisers. After the bayonet, the huge stone cairn drove out from the bath of torpedo explosions. The lightning arc launcher had already been Ready to go.
The golden flames spread down from the ships of the Human Empire, causing the subspace waves to begin to burn. It was like a blazing sea, and the waves rushed towards the Necron ships——
Power gushed out from the corners of those machines, and Feinus felt powerful. He still couldn't control those alien technologies, but he could gain power from their existence.
This power naturally fed back to the Imperial Navy.
On the other side, another force surged out from the corner of the main battlefield of the naval battle. It was very small in number, but it carried a very familiar aura——
At the highlight of the bow, enter the hurriedly arrived Trazin the Endless!
Although the navy of the Human Empire generally cannot match the speed of the Necron ships, the ships of the same Necron can certainly match it!
Trazin turned on his own computing machine, and violent data streams poured in. Its goal was to assist the Imperial Navy in minimizing casualties and increasing enemy casualties.
Trazin waved her scepter and unfurled her cape, but it didn't even bother to act anymore! The "LED" lights of all its Necrons change colors! Give it a golden glow!
On the huge and exquisite crown of the Endless One, gold and silver meet, shining like glass.
If it wants to, it is not impossible to change colors and shine with colorful lights, but Trazin is not yet abstract and has the leisure and elegance to be so elegant.
A strange scene appeared. Gold and green Necron ships attacked each other. Those smaller in number and size were obviously unable to defeat the emerald green ships. They were just flying - flying into the encirclement of the Imperial Navy. .
If the Silent King's minions don't chase in, those little guys will fly out and harass again, also cooperating with the Imperial Navy to counterattack the main line of the ongoing battle——
There, the two ships collided with each other desperately, and both sides believed that they had a full advantage in the gang war.
Necron ships and soldiers can be repaired with living metal, and so can the human navy soaked in the turbulence of the warp!
Consumption - just consume. Above the starry sky, Guilliman pursed his lips and remained silent.
Even with the assistance of subspace, compared with the assistance of Trazin the Endless, and compared with ships of the same size, the human empire still consumes Necron at a rate of at least twenty for one, thirty for one, or even higher.
On the higher ships, the Empire had already destroyed a large battleship, while the Necron cairn remained unscathed.
But this is still within the expected value. Guilliman's breathing is still stable. The Necrons are almost invincible in naval battles, not to mention that they are facing the Silent King - the Silent King is not comparable to those small dynasties. , it has an outstanding strategy, extraordinary computing power, and a fleet with complete military services.
But...just consume it.
Thanks to Pluto, the human empire has already established a complete assembly line, and its navy is endless.
And the human troops above... can be recalled again by the Emperor or Fainus, and can be redeployed as long as the generals still have sufficient spiritual energy.
The biggest good news is that even if the number of ship losses is calculated in points, as of now, the number of lost ships in the Human Empire that is fully prepared for combat is still less than the new number.
Behind this are the sleepless days and nights of countless workers and higher exploitation-but the empire never says what the price of victory will be-victory is victory! Victory means survival!
But those who fear death are already dead! Even if the ship can be rebuilt, it will never be mass-produced!
This is why the Necrons have no future. Races without rebirth are destined to die long ago. They are nothing more than living corpses, but every action will wear them down until they turn into dust.
Guilliman pondered and looked at the other battlefields - there, the war had already begun. The main fleet of the Necrons had been intercepted, but those sporadic small fleets had already arrived on the planet and shot down the enemy that the Empire had just launched on the planet. A space station rising from the surface.
Under the destructive green light, among the dense clouds, an ominous and huge jade green was staring at the empire. Flat aircraft like a crescent moon streaked across the sky. Several fell under the spiritual energy of the original body, but some successfully broke through. Bringing an array of doomsday obelisks suspended in mid-air.
During that time, the first Necron teleported here appeared with a gun, and hundreds of millions of underworld scarabs rushed straight to Yinglu's portal, and immediately began to build bunkers and various fortifications.
【die. 】
The slightly tired tall Primarch climbed onto the high ground. Behind him, thousands of fighter planes roared, and mourning birds and thunder eagles pierced the sky together. In front of them, free-of-charge self-destructing drones screamed and opened the way.
The giant scythe in Mortarion's hand scraped against the soil. The original body's eyes remained calm. Behind him, more and more troops who had logged in to different areas of the planet fragments were gathering.
[The Necrontyrs have been dead for too long...I cannot sense their death. 】
Even the reverberations symbolizing the "death" of the Necrontyr have dissipated in the long river of history, and they are now nothing more than machines driven by codes.
【attack. 】
Mortarion was the first to jump down, faster than the tanks and knights following his legion. Unlike the overall style of steady advancement, Mortarion liked to enter the enemy formation alone.
But generally if Hades is present, the thrust position will be given to Hades, because he is more suitable for rapid march than Mortarion.
And now... Hades is...
"I'm forgetting it!"
Hades roared. Next to him, Trazin was pacing anxiously back and forth. Hades was squatting on the ground, his hands resting on the remains of a Necron, sweat dripping from his forehead.
"Can't you hurry up? Your naval battle is very unfavorable right now! You are less anxious than me, a Necrontyr!"
"The Silent King has added function-level locks and dynamic passwords to all dynasties that later surrendered to it - as well as quantum entanglement alarms. This means that I have to bypass security to obtain the key. If discovered, Szarak will be the first Time will change the key! All the previous ones will be in vain!”
There is only one chance to kill. After breaking the Silent King's key, they can paralyze most of Szalac's units below the Necron King for 30 seconds.