Deeper in the ship, in a mausoleum-like hall, a figure with a long chin sighed. Although its mechanical organs had long since been unable to exhale, its flesh-and-blood body was not affected by the breath.
The ups and downs of movement with anger are completely artificial and an instinctive behavior that still exists after a long time.
Many Necrontyrs who have only recently awakened find it difficult to remember this, because their memory circuits have blurred the past and present.
The surrounding passages and pipelines emit light, bathing the entire hall in a cold emerald light. The columns and walls are engraved with the words of this race that has been forgotten by history. Just like other tombs, it is dotted with bulky...
Sarcophagi and obelisks have no functionality, they are just decorations that they are used to.
Several figures stood among them.
"This may be a...less than perfect success."
The sinister whispers seemed like a conspiracy behind the palace curtain, the figure wearing a high crown was hidden in the shadows under the pillars, and the occasional flickering energy nodes were like will-o'-the-wisps floating among the tombs.
"...For the first time, an intruder has invaded this great warship."
"Kill them all!"
The Immortal's low command was filled with murderous intent.
"...The situation is not optimistic, maybe we need to bring some troops back from the ground..."
"...That would be admission..."
"...The dynasty cannot accept this shame..."
Perhaps the many whispers finally disturbed the real owner of this place. The darkness in the hall changed, just like the formation of a black hole. Accompanied by a loud and long rustling sound like the air being expelled from the lungs of a corpse, at the end of the hall
Some substance slowly condensed in the darkness of the towering tower.
In an imperceptible breeze, pieces of shining cloaks were transformed into the darkness along with the sound of dancing parchment paper. A figure then appeared in the shadows, exuding an extremely majestic temperament with a bladed power.
The bottom of the staff hit the metal floor as he walked, until the undead overlord's gorgeous metal body wrapped in an ink-colored cloak was fully revealed.
The famous overlord of the Menak dynasty, the legendary general who destroyed thousands of stars in the Battle of Heaven, and the sinister lord who frightened countless lives, the ‘World Killer’ Marklan Kutrach appeared in front of his courtiers.
"Honey, what's the situation with the Terminator?"
Then a tomb technician emerged from the shadows. He looked like a scrawny wizard. His body was covered with various devices, amulets and speculum, as well as spheres containing unknown things, and a small bottle containing liquid alloy.
He hung it on his waist with a gorgeous chain,
If you look carefully, you can see that the bottle contains a red giant star. It is like a ripe fruit, constantly emitting flares. I don’t know what kind of terrible technology is used in this bottle to bind the dying star.
Among them, it is difficult to imagine what a terrible disaster would happen if it broke.
"My Lord, the ship is not seriously injured, but there are several serious damages, several particle generators were destroyed, the star pulse was also damaged, and dozens of other non-critical equipment were seriously damaged, which may slightly affect the speed.
."
Obviously, the technician's standard of "nothing serious" was a bit high, and this was actually a very serious damage situation.
"What about the invasion?"
"Weak flesh and blood are no match for metal, and the inferior minds of those pests cannot stand against the great superior races."
First he made an impassioned speech, and then the technician changed the subject.
"But their number is a bit... too much. They are rapidly reducing the number of our soldiers and underworld structures. They are also trying to plan to destroy our monoliths and energy nodes. I speculate that they want to... use primitive
way to capture the Terminator."
"Kill them!"
A roar with white noise sounded again, and then a slender and hunched figure walked out of the shadows, or crawled out. Its body was covered with fresh human skin, and several masks with stitched human faces covered it.
On his face, the emerald-green eyeballs filled with hatred burned in the tattered eye sockets of the leather mask.
After the skinning curse left, although the once-cursed nobles of the Menak dynasty regained their sanity, their behavior was still permanently changed. What drives them to slaughter now is no longer indulging in the illusion that they are still alive, but
It is pure hatred, rational hatred, including wearing human skin, which has become a symbol of them - even if they regain their consciousness, their former compatriots will still instinctively stay away from them, and they will not be able to integrate into the nobility of the past.
In the circle, you can only form small groups by yourself.
This new group had a new name in the Meynak Dynasty—the corpse-eating aristocracy.
This is not so much a title as a kind of self-mockery. They are like the lucky ones who have recovered from the plague, but find that the people around them are still looking at them in horror. What is even more frightening is that although the plague has faded, there are still some traces.
The scars on their bodies are still there.
The corpse-eating noble raised his head, swung his razor-like claws that replaced his fingers, and inadvertently cut off a few pieces of his leather robe, which gently fell to the floor.
"Please let me destroy their fragile bodies!"
Kutrach's eyes narrowed, as if there were two small balls of flame burning in his sinister and sinister eyes, and he was very satisfied with the murderous intention emanating from the corpse-eating nobles.
"Go and let the blood cover the enemy."
Like a hound unchained by its owner, the corpse-eating noble immediately turned around and ran towards a passage, followed closely by a group of undead warriors who had the same physical deformities as him, and went hunting together.
Just as the corpse-eating noble left, another noble strode out of the shadows.
"My lord, do you need to summon the troops back to the ground?"
The gloomy overlord shook his head.
This chapter is not finished yet, please click on the next page to continue reading the exciting content! He did not give any explanation, or even an answer, but the noble just lowered his head and retreated into the shadows.
In fact, this battle has become a bit strange to them, because from the beginning to the end, this famous world killer never said what they were going to do. At first, the nobles thought they were here to destroy pests.
, but when we got here, the Overlord chose to attack the ground first. Of course, this was done before
It is also a very common tactic in invasions, but even the most incompetent nobles can see that a heavily guarded galaxy is definitely not the same thing as a galaxy that is in panic and defenseless, and their fleets are not large.
The troops he brings are even more limited, and if they are all thrown to the ground, they may not be able to capture them in a short time.
All this can only mean one thing...
The invincible Kutrach may have underestimated his opponent.
"Honey, how's the battle going on the Grudge?"
The technician removed a small piece of black crystal from his body, and then it projected the image of another tomb ship. You can see human soldiers wearing red and black armor and wearing red scarves swarming towards a pyramid. They shouted
They were standing with crazy expressions, some were holding rifles, and some were covered with grenades.
, some even waved the arms or leg bones of the dead immortals, but they would soon be reduced to ashes by Gauss rays and lightning beams. The immortals assembled in front of the pyramid and slaughtered their opponents in an orderly manner under the command of the warlords.
The pyramid at the rear also used powerful firepower to sweep away the enemy.
"My lord, it looks like the situation over there is also very good."
"I understand, go do your job."
"yes..."
When the holographic tactical platform rose again in front of him, the Overlord's profound gaze returned to the battlefield, staring at the huge battleship.