Warhammer: Rise of the Star Gods

Zhang Lingyou, who vaguely remembered that the name had a special meaning, immediately bypassed Settra, connected to the control core of the statement, and began to look for other time travellers.

It's not that there is any shortcoming like memory loss, the reason is very simple: when these two half-hearted people were living in the past, they couldn't remember Western names that were too long.

The structure of the Star God allows Zhang Lingyou to have a photographic memory, but this is an ability after the fusion. If you can't remember things before the fusion, you can't remember it.

"Gan, they're all dead."

Following the landmarks, I searched one by one with my consciousness, and found that except for those who traveled to the Necrons to work, all the other members of that generation of time travelers died, and they didn't even leave any inheritance.

The death of every time traveler seems very reasonable. Friction, war, power struggle, partisanship, etc., they seem to be the unlucky ones affected by misfortune.

Putting aside the fact that every time something happens, at least one time traveler will die, there is no other problem.

After checking around, everyone wandered into the solar system and threw Sigma, Bram and Drachnion to Terra. Zhang Lingyou and Gray Feng left.

Before Sigma could react, Zhang Lingyou had disappeared.

A big hand slapped his face, and Sigma regretted not taking the opportunity to order something good from Zhang Lingyou, mainly because he didn't expect the Star God to move so fast, and he reached the place in just a few steps.

"What are you?"

Seeing Sigma's unkind look, Draknien trembled in his heart. He was in a very weak state. This galaxy had been blessed by the Star God. Non-certified psykers could not mobilize their psychic powers. Even if Sigma hit him, he would not be able to escape. !

"What are you looking at?" He flexed his muscles, picked up the warhammer, and prepared to exchange sword forging experiences with this old uncle who almost tore out his heart and soul.

"Hey, that Star God hasn't gone far. We are all civilized people. Don't be rude...ah——! I'm stupid..."

The tinkling sound of iron was heard, so densely connected that it was impossible to distinguish every blow.

Bram covered his ears with his hands, squatted down, lowered his presence, took small steps back, and watched silently without saying a word.

inside the sun

Hui Feng looked at Zhang Lingyou with a faint smile and asked, "Did you pick up something good?"

"It's possible, it should be. You know, those time-travelers, except for the statement and a few Necron guys, everyone else is dead. It's a clean death."

"Oh? Did you deliberately leave those little Necron guys behind?...Tell me, do you believe that about the so-called Warhammer 40K?"

Gray Feng skipped the question of whether the three people knew or not. He only looked at the fact that the death was so targeted, which meant that these three already knew. What he needed to care about was whether he believed it or not and how much he believed it.

"I think they believe it, at least partly. Although the things in the minds of those time-travelers are no different from those of Gou Shi in the eyes of those three people, the large-scale guys from multiple worlds provide very different ideas in their minds. Bad news will inevitably have an extremely shocking impact.”

Zhang Lingyou was very happy. The matter of identifying Bram's identity was ruined in a short time, but the time travelers indirectly helped him and interfered with the three guys, which was an unexpected surprise.

However, neither Hui Feng nor Long Zi noticed Zhang Lingyou's uneasiness hidden beneath his joy.

Another victory, things went so smoothly that it was too normal.

"Can you control that little devil?"

"of course."

With a thought, Drachnion was brought over, and with it was Sigma.

A ball of black metal shook slightly, indicating that it was still alive.

Along with them, there were dozens of Terran nobles and Xerath from various races.

"Scan it." Zhang Lingyou ordered.

The devil did as he was told.

He brought another group of nobles with the same number and asked the devil to scan them again.

After more than a dozen batches, after confirming that the demons remembered the auras of these nobles, Zhang Lingyou sealed the demon's perception and threw these nobles into the biological transformation furnace.

The noble who was drawn had no time to cry out, his soul left his body, his flesh and blood turned to metal, and his consciousness turned into data.

In the blink of an eye, thousands of silver-gray metal skeletons were born.

Xerath stepped forward to inspect it and confirmed that it was indeed a normal Necron construct. Sigma's pupils shrank, the process was so smooth, and his technique was so skillful that he was frightened.

Inside the space, Zhaoming said to Miaoying: "Sister, the soul has been accepted. It is confirmed that the stripped consciousness is the same as the protocol turned into a logical program, and there is no difference in function."

Li Prayer suddenly thought of something and asked: "What about the breeding protocol? Can the Necrons create a growable whiteboard program through the interaction of two individuals' protocols?"

"No, outsiders did not add this code. Maybe it is not needed for this operation, maybe it is not cost-effective, and there is no need to add new trouble."

Zhao Ming said casually, he jumped up and figured out where the Necrons' hatred for the C'tan came from. In the eyes of the Star God, meaningless work that is unnecessary to cause trouble to themselves may have ruined the possibility of the Necrons producing a new generation.

"I don't remember that there was any information about the birth of descendants of the King-class Necrons during the war. In fact, according to the news that was transmitted simultaneously, there has been no real birth of Necrons newborns so far."

Miaoying, who once led the army, realized that there was something unknown in the transformation of the body.

The camera turned and returned to the interview room.

Draconion faced the Necron in front of him, telling each one whether they were human and reading out their previous names.

Zhang Lingyou didn't say a word, but randomly replaced the iron skeleton.

Half a day later, the test came to an end.

Draconian was uneasy. Of course it knew that its performance just now would determine whether it could pass the test.

"The accuracy is about 80%, and the resolution efficiency is not high, so it is just barely usable. Since you are injured, you will be considered qualified for the time being. When you are repaired, we will conduct the second round of testing."

Demon Sword sighed deeply in his heart, having survived for a short time.

"Okay, I've prepared a psychic rest area for you, and someone will be responsible for supervising you."

Draconian was ecstatic in his heart and commented disdainfully: "This guy is just like this, his level is not very high. Don't you know that I am special attack on humans? What's the use of finding people? I can kill these people one by one with my sword." prison Break!"

A moment later, it was still Draconian.

Demon Sword: Didn’t it say that the ancient saint has been exterminated? Why are there five in this land? Aren't the Star Gods and the Old Sages enemies? And what's going on with this magical wind? Am I on the wrong track? What era is this in? !

Draknien, who felt that he was more qualified to compete for the head of the Harlequin Troupe than Sigochi, sighed, e=(′o｀*))) Alas, life will be difficult in the future.