Warhammer 40: Mortal Gods

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The Necron fleet is hurtling towards a star system.

Star gods surround him.

The world engine, which is entirely made of black stone, is guarded by the fleet. It is at full power and tries its best to weaken the influence of subspace. However, even if such a huge black stone structure has reached its limit, it can only guarantee that there will be no subspace near the fleet. Influence.

In the galaxy targeted by the Necron fleet, there is a high tower standing on a planet that has obviously been transformed to perfection by artificial intervention.

At the top of the tower, the Eldar stood next to the projected psychic star map, staring at the position of the Necron fleet accurately displayed on the star map, thinking.

Next to this Eldar stood an orc as tall as the Primarch, wearing black power armor.

Eldar came and went at the top of the tower.

On this occasion, in addition to the two creatures like the Eldar and the Orc General, there was another one that was completely motionless.

It was a creature that looked like a reptile and was wearing gorgeous clothing.

The surge of spiritual energy that is enough to tear a rift in the real universe overflows around this creature.

Its eyes were closed, and its wrinkled facial skin trembled slightly with every breath.

That is the ancient sage named Zen.

He is the father of creation of the ancient Eldar and ancient orc races.

One of the few remaining members of his race, the Father of Creation was sent by the Council to support and defend the Sons of the Old Ones throughout the galaxy.

The psychic defenses across the galaxy are crumbling.

The threat comes quietly.

Except for Zen, the ancient sage, no one present could remain calm.

After a while, Zen slowly opened his eyes.

The Ancient Spirit Clan prophet standing in front of the psychic star map immediately turned back to look at the Ancient Saint.

In an instant, the two completed the communication.

The prophet then interpreted the ancient saint's message to the orcs beside him.

Soon they learned that the attempts to intercept the undead fleet coming straight here at every time point in the past and future had failed.

Plans that have been repeated thousands of times are all in vain.

The prophet of the Ancient Spirit Tribe faced Zen, knelt on one knee, and lowered his head.

The same goes for the orc beside him.

They were ashamed of themselves for not developing a proper strategic plan to intercept the Necron fleet.

The ancient sage named Zen moved his eyes, and two spiritual energies gently helped the military leader of the sub-tribe in front of him up.

There is no need to remind the Ancient Sage. Since every interception plan executed in the past and future has failed, and the Ancient Sage has not given a reminder, it means that the fate of this galaxy is destined to be destroyed.

We can only reduce losses as much as possible before destruction.

After realizing that he should do this, the Ancient Spirit Prophet turned to look at the orcs, who immediately left.

The prophet looked back at Zen, lowered his head, and stretched out his hand.

Zen nodded, stretched out his hand and gently touched the prophet's helmet.

The prophet immediately turned to look at the sky outside the tower, raised his hand, and raised his scepter.

In an instant, all the galaxies in the seventy light-year distance from the Necron Fleet to the current galaxy withered due to a single thought from the prophet.

Stars die and planets disintegrate.

This part of reality is further weakened by the disappearance of the celestial body, laying the environmental foundation for the subsequent battle plan.

Outside the tower, the orc military leader who had left earlier came outside and took a look at the countless fellows who were still maintaining order to ensure that the Eldar could enter the webway gate and leave the galaxy as quickly as possible.

The orc military leader was silent, but an order had been conveyed by it.

Among the countless similar creatures, the ten closest to it immediately ran towards it.

The orc military leader waited.

After the Prophet destroyed all celestial bodies along the way of the Undead Fleet, he opened a psychic portal for these allies.

Ten selected orcs walked into the portal and appeared outside the undead fleet the next second.

Although he is clearly in the void, he can walk as if he were walking on the surface.

Not because of how powerful and versatile the armor of these ten orcs is, just because they want to be.

The ten orcs were instantly incinerated by flames that came out of nowhere.

But in every huge ship of the Necromancer fleet, Necromancer warriors immediately came out of the warehouse in uniform, holding Gauss rifles, and scattered in every corner of the ship.

In a dark corner of a ship in a huge fleet.

A green substance suddenly grew on the floor.

The undead warriors who noticed this immediately opened fire on the substances, but then they were smashed to pieces by more tall green figures.

That's an orc.

More and more orcs sprouted from various places, and they easily demolished the floor or any usable materials.

Some of the orcs that grew up guarded the passage leading to where they were now, and some of the orcs used the dismantled things to make armor and weapons out of thin air.

This is the case of a ship.

For the time being.

A few seconds later, this situation occurred in the entire undead fleet.

In the fleet's flagship, Imotek stared at everything outside the porthole and heard reports of unusual conditions in the fleet.

"Nyadrassa shouldn't kill those reptilian bastards directly." Imotek sat on the throne and said flatly, "It's like this every time. It burns a few green-skinned bastards to death, and then the entire fleet Those green hybrids started growing everywhere, and it seemed like they didn’t know those hybrids would split.”

"We should not call the Burning God by his name," the Justiciar reminded Imotek.

"You shouldn't talk about honorific names for those gods in front of me." Imotek waved his hand disdainfully, "Still the same as before, wiping Nydrasa's butt using standard cleaning procedures."

The green-skinned orcs in the fleet were quickly cleared.

This was just a very standard small-scale raid, just like a provocation, nothing unusual at all.

But Imotek began to deduce more from experience.

This small-scale assault was just a precursor to the arrival of a large-scale green-skin sea. Before the actual assault began, a few green-skin troops were sent to harass them. This was the habit of the green-skin general who had fought against it twice.

But now that the Blackstone Engine is in the center of the fleet, the greenskins can still grow in. This can only mean one thing.

The reality the fleet was in was already very thin.

And the Ancient Sage should be using his psychic powers to corrode the fleet.

After thinking about it, Imotek stopped thinking about this matter.

After all, the Blackstone Engine exists, and the Ancient Sage is not going to crush the entire fleet into pieces, so the situation is not that serious.

Just when Imotek was thinking like this, Burner suddenly appeared in the bridge.

All the Necron knelt on the ground.

Imotek stood up and looked at the Burner.

A flood of green skins suddenly appeared on the fleet's route.

The Burner gently stretched out his finger, and the flames burned the green skins instantly.

Imotek was dissatisfied because there would be more greenskins in the fleet than before.

"We're just here to carry out a campaign of annihilation."

The Burner slowly looked at Imotek.

"Use your military talents to deal with the next situation where reptilian hybrids grow within the fleet, but don't use conventional means to deal with it. Try to show me some tricks."

"Otherwise I'd be bored."