Traveling through the Warhammer world, but I didn’t cry.

Thousands of warriors jumped out of the portal in an instant, and what awaited them was ten times the number of Gaussian arc bombardments. Later reinforcements marched in the dust of the disintegration of their predecessors, using their numbers and movement speed to approach the front of the Necrontyr warrior formation.

The Necrontyr's technology is advanced and their weapons are powerful, but their army has no independent will of its own and has no idea of ​​the concept of victory. The King of France could only drive the warriors like clockwork, using clumsy and simple square formations to form effective combat effectiveness.

If separated by an offensive, the clumsy and stiff movements of low-level warriors will become the biggest disadvantage. Even a team of poorly trained Astra Militarum can defeat the seemingly terrifying warriors with the support of courage. After all, before the biological transformation, these warriors were just civilians in the shadow of the dynasty.

To put it even worse, the IQ of today's Necrontyr warriors may not be as high as the sweeping robot in a noble's home. The Human Empire found a humanoid launcher for the laser rifle. This hellish joke can also be applied to the Necrontyr.

The degraded Eldar passively knew the Necrontyr's weaknesses, and they continued to disperse within the defense lines built by the Necrontyr, using flexible guerrilla tactics to force the Necrontyr army to separate. The Nether Bone Mecha unit has become the firepower node of these small groups of Eldar. The Nether Light Cannon can easily tear open the living metal shell and further burn the circuits embedded in it.

Although the Necrontyr still had the upper hand, a tough fight was expected. The King of Silence would never allow such a thing to happen, and directly pressed all the elite troops on it. Those Destroyer Lords who could complete the extermination of life on the entire planet with just a few of them flew like locusts to support every battlefield. They are equipped with gauss weapons and phase blades capable of tearing apart any enemy. Even the psychic giants that could no longer be restored by the Eldar today collapsed under their onslaught.

As more and more underworld structures awakened from their graves, the scattered military formations that had been rushed by the Eldar's swift offensive were re-established. The Scorpion Destroyer can withstand the volleys of several groups of fire dragon warriors, and after quickly approaching with three prosthetic legs, it cuts them into pieces together with their weapons. These electronic neurotics trapped in the nothingness of destruction enjoy the feedback of torturing the living, but in the creations imitated by the degraded body, they can only get the boredom of sand and stone. So the Scorpion Destroyer continued to search and continue to kill, trying to satisfy the void that he could never fill.

The taller Underworld Anointers rushed to the front line under the cover of the scarab swarm. All the firepower projected in the past was blocked by the dense scarabs like black clouds.

The disintegrated parts fell at their feet, and were then rebuilt and repaired under the illumination of the light. As long as the Awakener looked, all the dormant Necrontyr warriors would be reawakened.

"According to the current level of consumption, we will be at a numerical disadvantage after 7491." The French Emperors relied on the ghost network to transmit intelligence, and they deduced this from the situation in the sleeping tomb.

The military structure of the Necrontyr is different from that of other civilizations. They have no possibility of reproduction and development. They can only wake up the dusty legions and bring the damaged warriors back to the tomb for repairs. Judging from the speed of recruitment, they are the protoss in StarCraft. They can only invest troops according to the limit of the number of jumps at a time, while the degraded body is a swarm of insects that has been strengthened to the extreme, vomiting out more troops like diarrhea.

If it is made by force, it is not impossible to make it. But all Necrontyrs are taboo about this. After all, building troops is equivalent to acknowledging the soulless nature of Necrontyrs in disguise. Every assembly line factory has become the biggest monument to strengthen the robot nature of Necrontyrs.

"Don't waste your time here, open the way for them."

The King of Silence issued the order, and the kings took off their cloaks made of gorgeous jewelry and rare metals, and activated the power of the fragments of the Star God they received after the victory in the Battle of Heaven.

The Burner, the Cold One, the Extreme One, the Presenter, the Sharp One, the Hungry One...

These lost powers are revealed in the hands of the King of France. They are the core of the dynasty and also the strongest in the dynasty. Any enemy who tries to use beheading tactics to defeat the dynasty's offensive will fall to their knees before their power.

The power of the Star God distorts the body of living metal, allowing the Emperor to transform into an unquantifiable conceptual body. The power that directly acts on the rules will kill thousands of degraded bodies. Because the power of the star god is different, the death of the degraded bodies will also be different.

Of course, using the power of the Star God is not without any side effects. Even by the standards of the Necrontyr, the amount of energy required to release the power of the Star God is staggeringly terrifying. The inventory accumulated over the long years has been consumed in just a few minutes. If the battle cannot be ended within a hundred years, the Necrontyr will be forced to close many facilities to reduce energy consumption.

As soon as the power of the Star God entered the battle, the seemingly stalemate situation fell towards the Necrontyr. The Pantheon Ark was cut open from the molecular level, and countless nuclear explosions bloomed on the cut surface. Human ships were squeezed into a pile of scrap metal in the twisting torrent, and then turned into dust and powder by the power of conceptual incineration.

Under the Necrontyr's advance at all costs, the debris has piled up into a thick dust belt that surrounds the planet. Particles one meter in diameter or even smaller form the haze in the universe.

"This is really horrifying." The Primarchs watched the Necrontyr and the Degenerate attack each other and couldn't help but feel awe and powerlessness. If the Necrontyr really became the enemy of the human empire, they could not imagine how humanity would defeat them. Revenant. ,

Perhaps, only by annihilating the entire clan and promoting the birth of the Dark Emperor can we get a glimpse of the edge of victory.

The dice in Tzeentch's hand rolled slower and slower, and it was obvious that she was hesitant about supporting the degraded body. She looked at Lin Fan and found that the subject was staring at the battlefield in a daze. He must have been deeply attracted by the fierce fighting situation.

Tzeentch can understand this addiction. After all, this kind of cricket fighting that only needs to be watched without investing energy is indeed a great pastime. This is how the four gods are pleased by the chaos of the galaxy, and send grace according to their mood.

However, this was a great game that she had prepared so painstakingly. If she approached it with a casual attitude, it would be a shame for all the hard work she had put in before.

"Aren't you going to show off your power? Subjective?"

When Lin Fan heard Tzeentch's voice, he turned to look at her, then waved his hands and said, "It's not time yet, I'm not in a hurry."

Oh...is that so?

Tzeentch narrowed his eyes, guessing Lin Fan's mental activities when he said these words.

After a long time, Tzeentch decided to test Lin Fan and stopped the dice swinging in his hand.