The Emperor’s Angel of Death

Regarding technology, this was something that puzzled Sochoyan. After hearing so many descriptions of the Star Gods, he had the impression that these gods of physical space possessed infinite knowledge. However, the Undying Starfall never seemed to provide him with any technological convenience. Even now, he could be considered a 'mechanical idiot,' barely able to operate ordinary war machines, let alone develop new equipment or technology himself.

"Strange, strange... is this energy modulation? Or energy transfer? If only there were a few buttons... Hmm, should I press this red rune? Or this black one?"

At this moment, the tomb ship vibrated more and more violently, and sweat began to bead on Sochoyan's forehead. However, he was still clueless when faced with the runes and virtual command projections surrounding him from all directions. It wasn't that he was worried about his safety, after all, even if the ship exploded, it wouldn't do anything to him. But he felt a bit of heartache, considering this was already a trophy.

"How about trying this?"

Suddenly, a voice made Sochoyan raise his head. He saw a figure slowly walking in from the archway in the distance.

"Amonak? What are you doing here? This ship might self-destruct."

"I was just bored. There's nothing to see on the ground battlefield anymore. The Necron fleet has also begun to withdraw, and there's no danger on the flagship. I saw the Aeldari stop attacking, so I guessed you must have taken this ship."

As he spoke, he threw something towards Sochoyan from afar. Sochoyan reached out and caught it, and saw that it was a crystal bottle containing a wriggling mass of silver nematodes.

"Ah, right, I almost forgot about them. I'll give it a try."

Sochoyan opened the bottle, and the nematodes frantically crawled out and came to his palm, then condensed into a ball, becoming less restless.

Although he was struggling with the technology, he was very comfortable with these nematodes, because they could transform his simple 'thoughts' into various specific 'commands'.

In the next moment, the silver nematodes, multiplied ten thousand times, covered his palm and instantly shot out like a shower of heavenly flowers, immediately placing Sochoyan in a giant net laid by the nematodes. In an instant, the runes fluttered and rotated, overlapped and shifted, constructing a spiral maze according to beautiful formulas. Redundant data was assembled from the rotating Necron mathematical thinking model, but none of this was for Sochoyan to understand, nor could he understand it.

As the nematodes spread rapidly inside the Necron warship, Sochoyan also abandoned his material form, allowing his consciousness to wander within.

In just a few seconds, he became a supreme will, and the warship became his limbs. Everything was like an umbilical cord connecting his material body, and countless details about the warship flooded into his consciousness—every crack, every breach, the energy reserves of every weapon, and even every scarab.

He finally glimpsed the secret of why Necron warships were so powerful. Their shells used the mysterious active metal that constitutes the Necrons' current bodies. This complex, semi-sentient alloy could generate ripples and flows in an instant, adjusting its structure and repairing damage.

This seemed to be very compatible with the properties of the Grey髓, so the nematodes affected by the Grey髓 were extremely adaptable to it, spreading dozens of times faster than normal metal, and soon infiltrated all systems—no matter how secure it was before.

Target matrices, power units, electrical conduits, and command nodes—all of these fell under Sochoyan's control.

He only needed a thought—

Stop.

The entire warship completely froze, and the self-destruct command was also erased.

Sochoyan was very interested in the warship's incredible engine technology, but the complexity of that thing was far beyond his imagination. Even with the help of nematodes spreading his consciousness, he was still dizzy. In fact, not only here, but he was dizzy with most of the ship's equipment. He could control it, and he could roughly know its function, but it was difficult to understand, as if it was not in his consciousness.

This made Sochoyan confused again. Wasn't the Undying Starfall a Star God? Logically speaking, it should know the Necrons' technology like the back of its hand...

But it seemed that it had been hunted down and exiled by its own kind before it possessed a metal body...

After thinking for a while without coming up with any valuable possibilities, Sochoyan simply didn't bother to think about it anymore. He would have plenty of time to investigate the hidden secrets later. Now, what he had to do was finish what was in front of him.

Then his consciousness transferred to the core of the ship. He could hear the beat of the warship's eternal energy center.

But the warship's inexhaustible energy source was not the Star God fragment he thought it was. Presumably, that kind of thing was not very numerous in a Necron dynasty and would not be directly used on warships. It was more likely to be used as tomb energy, while the energy in the warship was a star—

That's right, the Necrons bound a star and compressed it for use inside the warship. This is also why their large warships can use stellar pulses to attack opponents. This technology is indeed exaggerated, but it doesn't seem that exaggerated. At least it is still within Sochoyan's understanding, and humans can also do this. For example, some forge worlds also bind stars as long-term energy sources, but they can't achieve this kind of terrible compression technology.

Finally, Sochoyan opened his eyes and slowly sat on the huge black stone throne belonging to the Necron Phaerakh.

"How is the progress below?"

"Ah, the main force has already entered the underground. The Necrons' stubborn resistance has also collapsed. I guess their Phaerakh has run away. Some remnants of the Genestealers tried to slip away from the southern acidic swamp area, but were blocked by the 2nd Company. I chopped off the head of that patriarch and it's now displayed on the Light of the Heart. The high-level members of the Genestealer Cult have been annihilated, and what's left is just a little bit of residue. It's estimated that they were almost killed by the Necrons before."

"Sochoyan."

Another voice sounded, and Kayan also walked in from the archway in a hurry.

"The Necron fleet has withdrawn. The Aeldari are asking if they should be pursued. In addition, the Light of the Heart is also asking whether to expel the Eldar."

Sochoyan turned his head to look at the cracked circular observation window. Outside, the Aeldari fleet was moving away, and the Necron warships had stopped moving except for the wreckage. The human fleet was cautiously reorganizing its formation—Sochoyan ordered before he left that no one was allowed to open fire on the Eldar directly without his order.

"Tell the Tears of Heaven fleet to first collect the damaged and sunken ships, and then pursue, but do not pursue relentlessly. If the other party flees all the way, then do not pursue."

Soon, the Death Head Moths gracefully glided across the battlefield, and the wreckage of those destroyed Aeldari warships were all gathered under its wings. Then, it disappeared in place with the fleet in the blink of an eye.

The tragic Battle of Ekvaria thus came to an end, and it also became a glorious chapter in Sochoyan's combat career, and was promoted as "defeating two alien fleets with incredible courage and wisdom, deterring all ugly and filthy non-human enemies".