Warhammer: Rise of the Star Gods

Lying on the ground, Ullerik noticed that the space had changed. When the sensory display stabilized, he had entered another conference room, with a table, two chairs, and a white background, simple but familiar.

The two chatted for a while, and after comparing information, they discovered that they were not from the same world, but had similar cultures.

Wu Laerike, whose original name is Shuan, is from Beiting, China. He came to this world after a railway freight car derailed.

"Why are you walking next to the railway when you have nothing to do? Are you okay now?" Zhang Lingyou didn't feel there was anything wrong. He was not the only one who was unlucky these days.

"It's not my fault! At that time, the price of Warhammer was reduced, and I was playing with the Gradius that I bought for free at home. The Necrons that I had just picked up were not finished yet. As a result, the train next door rushed in and sent me away." Thinking of his hasty way of traveling and his sad expedition, even if the statement had been transformed and no longer had a soul, he wanted to cry loudly.

"???"What the hell? Zhang Lingyou said he couldn't understand.

"I live on the sixth floor, and there is an elevated railway about 30 meters next door. My home is on the same level as the railway. Who would have thought that I would be drinking soda and playing video games, and suddenly be transported to another world by train for an expedition."

"This... is indeed too abstract." Zhang Lingyou could only express that his knowledge had improved.

"Do you have such a big hatred for the lobster people? Can I ask them what they did?" Looking at the statement filled with grief and anger, Zhang Lingyou comforted him and planned to change the topic.

This Pharaoh seems to have clear logic and smooth speech, and does not look like a confused Pharaoh. How could he cheat General Dai Guan because of his rage? This is unreasonable no matter how you say it. How much hatred?

"Isn't it that damn lobster? You know lobster soup, right? Which one is Xiaopo standing on? Your world should have it too, right?"

"I know, what's wrong?"

"I was drafted in the video!"

"This is a bit too much to force others to do something difficult. It probably has nothing to do with them..."

"I saw the beginning of Necromancer Line and thought it was good, so I made a barrage, and it came over the same day. Snap, very fast! There must be some kind of deal in this."

"... Even if it's him, it's not bad. At least you have become a Pharaoh and your consciousness has been maintained well. It's okay."

"I traveled back in time before the War in Heaven! I was still a worker among the Necrontyr! I was tortured by radiation sickness every day at that time, do you understand? I started as a lord and then slowly climbed up to become the King of France now."

"Ah...then, that's okay. This is indeed enough for birth, and you are inspiring enough. I'd rather continue." Looking at the resentment on the other side, Zhang Lingyou did not dare to continue talking about this matter.

Let’s change the topic first. The conspicuous bag I just found is no longer usable. First some knowledge, and then a set of information. We are all fellow countrymen. Maybe we can cooperate in the future. Now, lock the space first and don't let this rib send the signal out. If it doesn't work, you can still be an intelligence agent of the Necron. It would be a pity to kill him like this.

In the rambling statement, Zhang Lingyou also roughly restored the situation at that time from the perspective of the middle class of Necrontyrians:

The radiation sickness that comes from unknown sources makes the entire Necrontyr clan very lucky: even a pregnant woman in her youth may die suddenly, with no life left in her body and a complete death of her offspring. As long as the patient is ill, there is no need to save him or her and cause trouble to the hospital.

People from ordinary families can only wait to die and cannot afford treatment; those who state that their families have some money and some status are just barely able to survive; only the high-ranking nobles of the Necron can afford treatment, and Even the nobles of the Necrons can only treat them when they find them, break them up, filter out the diseased tissue, and then fight back.

The entire race has been accustomed to this kind of life without a future for a long time, and is also accustomed to death.

"Krieg is indifferent to death, while Necrophobes are numb," the statement said.

Later, in the process of development, the Necrontyr encountered an alliance of advanced life forms that could communicate with the sea of ​​souls, travel between subspace and reality, and travel across the world, namely THE OLD ONES.

"Is it an alliance, not a race?" Zhang Lingyou felt that the answer to the matter was about to appear.

"It is an alliance. As long as you have a sense of exploration about the future development path and can analyze affairs from an objective perspective. If you are individually strong, you can join."

"Individuals are powerful... Are you saying that most of the members in this alliance are individuals, not ethnic groups?"

"I don't know. I only found out about this after I became the King of France. In fact, I don't even know whether this material has been modified."

"..."

"how..."

Before he finished his statement, the communication grid had melted and the living metal began to decompose itself. Zhang Lingyou watched quietly, watching the master control agreement take effect. The moment the agreement took effect, the divination protocol that recorded the movement trajectories of particles within the space was activated by Zhang Lingyou, waiting for his instructions.

"Sure enough, no one who plays politics these days can tell the truth." With a smile, a fellow countryman would stab a fellow countryman when they meet.

GW said that this thing was destroyed by the Silent King after the War in Heaven. Zhang Lingyou was suspicious of this. The slaps in the face along the way made him already know that he did not collect evidence on his own and other information was for reference only.

When Zhang Lingyou transferred his statement to this space, he had already started to scan his data core. The purpose of talking to him was just to see if the emperor had any monitoring software or hardware equipment.

The words he just stated caused abnormal fluctuations in his data core, which was captured. Zhang Lingyou also gave up his fantasy and activated his "Master Control Agreement-Loyalty Treaty" part, giving this fellow foreigner a little bit of Star God. Shocking.

Zhang Lingyou didn't know anything at first, but he learned quickly, and the body of the Star God made up for his problem of forgetting faster. Now he just doesn't have enough knowledge.

Now it is very easy for the Star God fragments to deal with the master control agreement without the Star God responsible for maintaining it. A group of tomb technicians, no matter how experienced they are, are useless without Star God-level authority.

If there is something that can be counter-controlled by the Star God, how can the Necrons rebel? Is this GW okay? Even if you don’t know science, why can liberal arts subjects be so inconsistent? Zhang Lingyou couldn't help but shake his head. It was a bit uninteresting for a chess piece seller to compile a book.

"It's time to be realistic a long time ago. The butt determines the head. How can the Pharaoh of a second-class dynasty still have good intentions towards other races after becoming a Necron?" Zhang Lingyou laughed at himself while looking at the Pharaoh on the ground who wanted to ask for help. Naive, but also a little confused on the other side.

Who do you think you are? New to the Star God? Or a spiritual human being? Forget it, let’s live well first.

A set of plug-in protocols are added to the underlying program of the stated master control protocol, and then the material that has just moved is urged to return to its original position along its previous trajectory.

The Emperor sat back again. Zhang Lingyou did not delete his memory. The punishment mechanism of the General Control Agreement still frightened the cunning Emperor.

"You kid, you are dishonest. From now on, work as a spy for me in the Necrons." A smile appeared on Zhang Lingyou's face, and he issued instructions to the statement.

"Three Saints..."

"I know what you want to say, don't worry, the Three Saints Council has no time to care about a second-rate dynasty like yours. Otherwise, the council's support would have arrived long ago."

Note: Under normal circumstances, it is definitely not possible for the Necron fleet to come to the territory of the Spirit Empire; but the task of catching the Star God fragments has gone through the procedures of the Three Saints Council, and it is really a special matter, so it can be explained.

Just why the fragments of the Star God can come out to cause trouble requires the spirit clan and the undead to argue at the exchange meeting. The result depends on the negotiation art of both parties.