Chapter 789 231 Win and Then Lose Everything

Chapter 789 231. Win, win, then lose everything

"How can you sleep at your age?!"

In the background is a group of flashes of psychic energy fighting against large silver-white spiders,

With one stroke of his staff, Karas lifted up the death guard who was gasping and collapsed in the mud, and then performed a cane-style treatment.

His other hand was not idle either. He formed an electric ball with his palm, and started to greet the space overlord who looked like he should be damned.

"Oh my god! It's the first time I've seen someone who can continue to work for his master even after death - and you don't even have your life to pay for it now!"

Karas shouted in amazement to the space overlord with an unkind expression, "The ultimate bad mouth, simple enjoyment, it's that simple."

"Stupid fellow!"

Space overlords are different from ordinary Necrons. Their class allows them to more or less preserve a lot of their minds. Some well-maintained Necron overlords even think the same as before they were alive.

It is obviously more majestic and more flexible than its overlords of small marginal dynasties, and the shining light cuts through the crown of the undead overlord.

The staff of light in its hand was as dazzling as a solar flare, directly dispelling the fog that was vaguely trying to cover the Necron territory.

The Overlord looked at the psyker Space Marine three kilometers away from it. It felt that the aura was obviously different from other humans. The psyker who was yelling was extremely dangerous.

(*Kaht: ancient Egyptian unit of length)

The brilliance surrounding the human psykers is not even inferior to the weapons of the ancient saints.

This obviously surprised the Necron Overlord, and what surprised it even more was that the array of Seraph heavy structures was actually suppressed by the strange Titan of the Human Empire.

Although the Seraph heavy structure is smaller than the Psychic Titan, the devices equipped on it definitely exceed the current level of the Human Empire - not -? !

In the distance, the muzzles of the Destruction Cannons on the shoulders of the arrayed Psychic Titans screamed like subspace turbulence, and then a sharp light like daylight pierced out and jumped straight into the Seraph array!

The rough vortex was torn open, and under the difference in spiritual energy concentration between the huge real world and the subspace, the space overlord felt a scream of code crawling into its center——

A Seraph fell forever.

It was roughly torn from the middle, half of the body fell into the subspace and disappeared without a trace, while the other half was twitching on the ground with only three remaining legs.

The remaining Seraph was also severely damaged and became the target of the psionic Titans' fire.

Through the psionic sensor, the Necron Overlord absurdly saw the living psionic chargers screaming in pain inside the titan winding with flashing white thunder.

——Heresy, a race that has completely abandoned martial arts!

The Overlord thought that the Death Mark hidden in the pocket world had also found a suitable sniping point at this moment, and a green snake tore through the space!

"——Found it."

Karas, who was being targeted, turned sideways lightly, and the green light hit his feet, causing sparks to splash on the ground.

Karas took a step to the side, and then the whole person disappeared, leaving only the ground that suddenly froze in place!

The light in the Necron's eyes suddenly swayed, and it looked into the void in shock.

The seemingly heavy psyker was floating in the air, with the Death Mark's dim body in his hand. Rust climbed up from the part where Karas's hand came into contact.

"I admit that you are very good at hiding, but Mortarion can't hide as well as when he was hiding from official documents."

A faint voice floated down together with the rust. Karas looked around. Everyone who could be resurrected had been resurrected, and a new batch of reinforcements had arrived——

"Hit me!"

Karas cursed, and the head of his staff hit the head of the Lich Guard next to the Necron Overlord.

…

[I hope you can speak with caution, Karas... at least I'm not hiding from you. 】

Mortarion's words disappeared from the airwaves, and all that came over there was Karas's angry curses.

The Primarch was a little dissatisfied, but now was not the time for Mortarion to frown.

There are too many enemies.

The original body cannot stay on the same battlefield for too long. There are too many people who need to refuse death, and there are too many places where technology needs to be forcibly strangled with psychic energy.

The technology of the Necrons is very stable, the Seraphs, the giant stone monuments, the flat shadows that streak across the horizon from time to time...

These are definitely not things that the army can solve, and Mortarion increasingly feels the importance of the Mechanicus——

They must exist on this battlefield, and only machines can compete with machines.

The psychic energy on the distant battlefield fluctuated violently again, and Mortarion had to abandon the current battlefield.

He waved his wings as much as possible, and the wispy scale powder sprinkled down along with the white mist, shrouding the battlefield. Mortarion hoped that his spiritual power could stay for a while longer.

The black stone obelisk at the back of the battlefield is resonating. It has been assimilated by Mortarion, and a mist is floating out.

But even so, Mortarion also felt a certain kind of rejection——

The reason came from the war zone where the psychic energy had just fluctuated. He saw something familiar to him. The original body had seen it in Trazin's palm.

The ultra-dimensional Rubik's Cube cage, and the fragments of the Star God roaring inside.

The Silent King began to drop Star God fragments into the battlefield. Different from what they had encountered before, the Star God fragments that the Silent King took out were far larger than what Mortarion had seen before, and the number was astonishing.

For some reason, Mortarion felt his heart tighten.

This means that the Silent King has considerable experience and powerful ability in taming the Star God, which is not good news.

…………………………

[One day later]

[Hold this place! ]

Dorn roared, and the Storm Fang in his hand sawed violently at the burning energy body Star God. His eyes were like torches, and the flames of the Burner on the opposite side came along the chainsaw sword.

But Dorne did not retreat or let go at all. The evil flames burned on the Primarch's body, almost instantly covering the entire Primarch.

But he still did not let go - the Primarch believed that this blow would be a sure kill, so he would never retreat.

The body of the Golden Helmet Primarch had already expanded to a size similar to the fragment of the Star God Burner opposite him. Dorne roared, and the fragment of the Burner also screamed in pain.

The Burner wanted to leave, but something on the Storm Fang strangled it. This was some kind of psychic power, wrestling with it,

Pain, pain! The flames around the Burner burned violently and rushed straight into the sky.

The flames on Rogal Dorn became even more intense, and the flames were almost tearing Dorn's flesh and armor.

The corpses and armor under the Primarch's feet had long been burned by the super-high temperature, and turned into gas again, evaporating blackly.

If it were an ordinary person, no, if it were another Primarch (except Mortarion, who was also stubbornly gifted in this aspect), he might have chosen another way.

But this is Rogal Dorn!

The Primarch roared, and the Burner also screamed, and Dorn's voice became louder.

This place became a screaming hell burning with flames, and the two burning things were roaring sharper than a boiling kettle.

If the greenskins were present, they would probably WAAAGH together with passion!

The Burner fragment seemed to be the first to fail, and its flames began to flicker. Behind the Star God, the green chain that "locked" it was tied to the super-dimensional magic cube cage.

Next to the cage, the Necromancer stood somewhat sluggishly, looking at the scene of the confrontation between the Star God fragment and the Primarch.

Probably, he was stunned.

The two screaming fireballs illuminated the face of the Necromancer.

It had never seen an organic creature that could last more than three seconds in the flames of the Burner -

But now there is one.

And on this battlefield, the warriors faced by the Necromancer were even more difficult to kill, and they had a very high tolerance for damage.

After suffering the same damage, the Necromancers composed of living metal could no longer continue to fight, but these lemon-yellow guys could continue to fight -

Conservatively estimated, compared with their peers, these guys would suffer at least four to six times more damage before they would die completely.

Is this still human? Or is it because of individual differences among human races?

The Necromancer didn't know, the cage next to it made a tortured scream, followed by a crisp crack.

The light like the rising sun lit up in the center of the battlefield, and the fragments of the Burner were shattered again, and exploded completely, blinding everyone on the field for a moment--

The Necromancer already held two new superdimensional cubes in his hands, and the fragments of Nightbringer and Crimson God were wailing in between.

And when it threw out this fragment, the Necromancer caught a glimpse of the gold and silver flashing in the air when the Burner was shattered.

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[Two days later]

[It's burning! Don't want the Burner-Tarasim! ]

Conrad screamed, and the Primarch almost subconsciously jumped into the rare shadows on the field. The fragments of the Burner thrown by Tarasim were roaring, and then rushed straight to the fragments of the Void Dragon thrown by the opposite Overlord.

"You're still picking it up?!"

Tarasim cursed angrily,

"You're the only one who needs support! Look at Sanguinius - he only has 10,000 more warriors than you!"

Conrad hissed in dissatisfaction, but he had already flashed behind the Overlord, the white light of the lightning claws pierced, and the Primarch lifted the head of the Necrons.

[The cubs of Sanguinius are all the newest! And there are Mechanicus!! Why don't you see how many Mechanicus reinforcements that birdman has! ]

The towering brown tombs stood upright, and the Primarch felt something was wrong. He hid in the darkness again and watched another Necrons enter the battlefield.

Why so many? !

Compared with other brothers, Conrad and Corax's front line was a little more difficult.

It was like asking the White Scars to fight on the plains. It would be a pity if they could gain an advantage!

But their brothers can hold the front line alone, and it is obviously redundant to split the two primarchs and give them to them, so Conrad and Corax are on the same line -

Anyway, they are happy with it.

The cooperation between the Night Lords and the Astra Militarum is not very good, so the Mechanicus is not very willing to cooperate with them.

So the great Trazyn is here!

Trazyn decided to take more of the specialties of the Night Lords later, but now is not the time to argue, the pressure on this line is indeed a bit high.

Guilliman has already had a countermeasure. If Conrad and Corax are struggling on the front line, then Magnus will be sent out.

[(X439000, Y20100), Trazyn, request support. ]

Corax's panting voice appeared from the channel, like a puffy corvid monster landing on a Seraph whose fuel core was blown up, and around it were the figures of three other Seraphs collapsed on the ground.

Corax looked across from him and saw the two released fragments of the Star God, as well as the five monoliths, and the scarlet eyes that turned to aim at him.

Corax smiled bitterly, but the next moment, the crow feathers flew, and the Lord of Shadows had already escaped into the dark.

I hope they will not be the first battle line to be defeated.

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[Five days later]

The high-speed particle stream penetrated the white wings, and the angel flying in the sky suddenly fell down for a moment.

[Keep in line! ]

Sanguinius shouted, his golden hair was shining, blood was flowing from his red eyes, and his fangs were bared at the corners of his mouth.

With the faith of the warriors around the battlefield and the shouts of the Ecclesiarch, Sanguinius's body was increasingly coated with a layer of golden light, and his spear pierced the core of the monolith again and again.

Raise the spear, stab, and raise the spear again - all you can do is fight!

As the battle lasted longer, Sanguinius became more and more aware that this was a test for the Primarch, the Space Marines, and the Knight Titans.

The Astra Militarum and the Mechanicus can be replenished at any time, but they can only respond to the low- and medium-end combat power on the battlefield. Immortals and above can only be dealt with by Space Marines at present.

And those taller underworld constructs must be dealt with by the Primarch or Knight Titan himself.

The only good news may be that before this, Guilliman and Hades had accumulated a lot of Titans and Knight Legions.

At the same time, Sanguinius will never fall in the short term.

The archangel exhaled a bloody breath, and the white wings that had just been pierced healed again, and his brows were tightly furrowed.

On the battlefield, on the battlefield where corpses have piled up two meters thick, some Blood Angels, led by Flesh Tearer Amit, have begun to try to eat the flesh and blood of their own kind to replenish their physical strength.

Perhaps they know one thing better than Sanguinius... This will be an unpredictable war of attrition.

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[Seven Days Later]

Krigmid has lost count of how many times he has died.

He felt a little numb. Although some new faces told him that it was obviously the seventh day of the war, Krieg felt as if he had been fighting for three months.

This was different from ordinary wars. In some battlefields with long confrontations, even if the intensity of the war was high, at some point, both sides would reach a consensus and stop fighting for a while.

But now, on this battlefield, bullets have been flying for seven days without a moment's rest.

Necrons never sleep.

Thanks to the stimulants that Mead asked the medics for, otherwise he would never have survived until now.

But then again, Krieg didn't actually survive. He just resurrected, resurrected, and was resurrected again.

He turned his broken hand back and stuffed his internal organs back. Krieg was now familiar with the touch of his stomach.

A few times, he even got the opportunity to walk beside the Pale Lord. Lord Mortarion always looked tired and exhausted.

But he still fought, pulling Krieg out of death again and again.

However...

Krieg turned his head. Unlike before, his colleagues did not stand up with him this time.

The Necrons that fought against him changed batch after batch. Many Necrons could never stand up, but the new Necrontyr Dynasty came again.

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"I figured it out."

Hades strode towards Guilliman with lifeless eyes. There, in front of his familiar desk, Guilliman's always neat blond hair was all messed up and became extremely sloppy.

Under Guilliman, one-third of the Ultramarines had gone to support the battle line on the Dorn side, and another one-third were scattered to Angron and Sanguinius.

Fernus went to support Vulkan, and Magnus went to the line of Corax and Conrad.

All of Trazyn's troops followed the Imperial Navy and were thrown into the naval battle. Thanks to the route they had set up in advance, the navy coming from Terra could arrive at the battlefield as soon as possible.

The only good news may be that, up to now, the battle line has not retreated, and the battle line on Mortarion's side has even moved forward three planets.

The God of Death is really fighting hard this time - although everyone is like this.

Guilliman looked up and saw the fatigue in his and Hades' eyes at the same time.

Hades is not always calculating the key of the Silent King. He needs to provide computing power support and necessary firewall protection to the Mechanicus of an entire star field.

[Next...]

Guilliman really wants to say what to do next, but he is the Lord of the Empire, and he can't ask such questions.

[The Storm King's army is coming soon. I hope it will choose to fight the Silent King as soon as possible - if not, then our current situation will be even worse. ]

Hades took a deep breath,

"Tarasim has collected a lot of Star God fragments for me. If the situation is really serious..."

Hades made a gesture of scratching his neck,

"Behead, behead the Silent King."

With the full power of Hades and the paralysis code, Hades is sure that he can kill the Silent King with one force.

Guilliman looked at Hades, his blue eyes flickering with uncertain light. This seemed to be a last resort. Hades out of control was not a good option.

At the same time... Guilliman felt a little uneasy. Judging from the reports from many fronts, the Silent King seemed to be very skilled in how to control the Star God.

After all, it was King Silence who led the Necrons to destroy all the Star Gods back then. Even if most of the Necrons "died" and even if most of their technology could no longer be used,

But the Silent King is still the Silent King, and it has not forgotten those old days at all.

[Let’s try to continue fighting head-on first. 】

Guilliman pondered for a moment and said that although the front line consumes a lot of money, the empire's strong financial resources can at least allow such a war to last more than two months.

But... the premise is that the first batch of Primarchs and Titans hold on.

The Primarchs who provide warp support to the Imperial forces must endure.

Guilliman wanted to say something more, but the next moment, he and Hades suddenly looked towards the corner of the room, where a corner of the space was torn open.

Malcador slowly stepped out from the room, and the old man from Terra looked at the two people in the room with disdain.

【Makado? What happened to Tyra? 】

The rear area could not be lost. According to the plan, the Emperor and Malcador were stationed on Terra.

“The stars are unfavorable—you can’t beat them.”

Malcador said hoarsely, his eyes shining brightly under his hood.

"The Lord of Mankind asked me to tell you that he wanted me to bring the Star God Outer Ones over, and also bring the Tyranids with him."

【? ! 】

"??!"