The Emperor’s Angel of Death

Chapter 2712: The Fall of a Dynasty (Middle)

Facing the onrushing enemy, honor compelled the Necron Lord to roar at Sotha Nul from his command barge. Dozens of gauss flayers screamed at Sotha Nul, blasting the Immortals around him into fragments, yet failing to even scratch his armor.

"Die!"

The moment Sotha Nul leaped, his momentum became unstoppable. Even the Necrons around his jump-off point were blown aside like saplings.

The Necron commander desperately swung his weapon in resistance, but the moment Skyfire pierced his chest, the force was comparable to an asteroid impact. The amulet protecting its master shattered instantly upon activation, failing to save it.

With a boom, the command barge exploded directly.

Seconds later, no Necrons were left active in the vicinity, and Skyfire stood embedded in the burning wreckage.

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Sotha Nul lifted the broken body with one hand, then reached out and removed the eternal rune from the opponent's chest—many Necron Lords had eternal runes drawn from crimson stone and diamond on their exoskeletons, greatly increasing the armor's hardness and the structural integrity of the Necrodermis.

He collected this merely to bring it back and have the Bonesingers use it to decorate Veronica's chariot. This was the ending the Necrons deserved, and their skulls would be recovered after the battle to become eternal trophies on the Avesta's bridge.

One day, the heads of all the Necron Overlords and Silent Kings would be there, including Szarekh!

Suddenly, many scattered fragments flooded his consciousness like a torrent rushing through a dry canyon. It felt like billions of pleas, murmurs, pain, fear, joy, hatred—Sotha Nul didn't know what was happening. It was as if the memories of those Necrons were simultaneously pouring into him, chattering incessantly. This had been happening occasionally since he came aboard this ship.

Although it didn't actually bring any pain, Sotha Nul still felt extremely uncomfortable. Sometimes, when he fought, those cold metal faces would suddenly turn into faces of flesh and blood, those withered Necron civilians crying and reaching out to him for relief.

This was also why he was becoming increasingly hateful towards those Necron nobles, but he always felt like something was wrong...

And this time it was even more intense.

Suddenly, a stinging pain came from his chest. Sotha Nul staggered back, grabbing Skyfire to stop himself.

He lowered his head and saw the first marks on his armor. What had hurt him?

Immediately afterward, a force lightly struck his forehead, bringing a burst of pain that made him take another step back.

Snipers!

He looked around with blurred vision, but could only see countless ragged Necrons, reaching out their gaunt hands towards him and crying out in despair.

"Get out! All of you get out!"

Sotha Nul angrily waved his weapon, hacking, slashing, stabbing. He had to find those who attacked him—

"Hmm?"

Two more strikes, almost hitting his neck.

"Where are you hiding?"

Sotha Nul shook his head violently, trying to dispel these illusions, but not only did it not work, it got worse. At this moment, he had already left the warship and stood in a desolate ruined city shrouded in a blood-red sunset. Around him were collapsed and decaying mud houses, and in the distance was a huge black pyramid.

A touch of blood-red remained on the undulating horizon as the huge red sun set in the west, scattering a few long rays of afterglow, bidding farewell to the earth.

He himself stood at the foot of two enormous statues. He looked around at the dunes, vaguely feeling a bit strange. He seemed to be hallucinating; he should still be on the Necron ship.

But what exactly caused him to have such an environment?

He couldn't be sure. A feeling of unease crept into his heart. Sotha Nul raised his head to look at the two hundred-meter-tall statues. Their faces were carved with rough lines, making it almost impossible to distinguish the nose or see the ears. The wide mouth was just a hole.

A pair of distinct eyes stood out unusually on the entire face, extremely uncoordinated, with rhombus-shaped pupils and visible veins on the irises.

Even the statues' figures were very uneven, even astonishing: the torso and arms were very long, but the legs were short and thin.

Just as Sotha Nul stared at them, the two huge statues suddenly lowered their heads and stared at him. Their faces then changed, one into a treacherous smile, and one into a somber deathly face. The statues' shapes also changed, one into a golden giant draped in energy ribbons, and one into a bizarre grim reaper holding a scythe and shrouded in ominous clouds.

Mephrit.

Azzagorod.

Suddenly, something burned his thigh, as if it had been roasted on fire. Sotha Nul quickly retreated, calmed himself, and glanced around.

[If you have not yet become aware of becoming a god, do not try to master the power of God]

A voice that had not been heard for a long time made Sotha Nul's eyes widen like copper bells, but the moment he turned around, he only saw a glimpse of a tall figure under a towering leafless giant tree, and then he returned to the place full of wreckage.

Not far to his left, three sneaky figures were pointing guns at him.

Deathmarks. Sotha Nul immediately realized what had just attacked him. He touched his neck and forehead where he had been shot, where some heat and stinging pain still remained.

This made him grit his teeth slightly. It had been a long time since he had almost forgotten the feeling of pain.

He even had to thank these killers. He used to be very familiar with pain, which was also a mark of him as a "person." They awakened him again.

"Thank you."

After saying this with a smile, Sotha Nul acted. And in all the Deathmarks' dimensional optical sensors, their target only "seemed" to move, maybe, after all, he disappeared.

Or rather, this movement was like a flicker, only a few thousandths of a second.

This was beyond the Deathmarks' understanding. After all, their marks could perceive and track targets in any terrain, regardless of distance, darkness, fog, walls, even in five-dimensional space could not stop them.

But this time it was useless. Under tactical logic, their instinct was to open the pocket space and prepare to drill in and lurk, waiting for the next attack.

With a click, the first Deathmark's head and spine were torn off its body together. Then another group of Deathmarks appeared, raising their weapons to shoot.

When the second Deathmark's head was directly hammered into its chest cavity, the third had already drilled into the dimensional pocket.

But to its surprise, in its absolutely safe and confidential dimensional chamber, a large hand suddenly reached in, grabbed its neck, and dragged it out of the dimensional pocket. Forcibly traversing dimensions instantly caused its body to suffer unimaginable terrifying distortion. When it landed, it was only a pile of black twisted spiral metal waste.

There were only fifteen Deathmarks participating in this attack. Three were scrapped in just three seconds, which shocked the Deathmarks' calm minds for the first time. To cover them, more Immortals were sent over, many of whom had been repaired twice or even three times. A new wave of metal rushed towards Sotha Nul again.

And he just held Skyfire and swept in a large arc. He already had a way to deal with those Deathmark snipers, or rather, he already knew their secret. When they reorganized their shooting in the distance, Sotha Nul released fierce dimensional lightning, but these lightning bolts were not fleeting, but formed tiny dimensional points, and constantly released extraordinary power from between dimensions, tearing the real space creaking, and also "closing" the Deathmarks' escape channels.

They could no longer hide in their dimensional pockets and would face Sotha Nul's wrath directly.