The Emperor’s Angel of Death

“Interesting, interesting, your race has always been very interesting to me.”

A slightly amused voice echoed in the dark hall, a cold mist filling the space, rows of whispering sarcophagi surrounded by sickly green runes. At the center of it all was a circle of bizarre obelisks, a massive platform rising among the sarcophagi, and the terrifying Necron Overlord stood upon it.

Under its cold gaze, a warrior in silver armor slowly walked out of the blasted-open gate, dual swords in hand, a yellow silk-wrapped sword hanging across his back, a chuckle emanating from within his helmet.

“You annihilate your souls for the sake of eternal life, and then you worry about its imperfections once you achieve it. Tell me, is there a more greedy race in the galaxy than yours? It's a good thing you don't have souls anymore, or the Warp might actually birth a god of greed.”

Amnak took leisurely steps, slowly twirling the sword in his right hand, despite the numerous chips along its edge.

“You really think that just because Sojyan doesn't dare to act, you can be reckless?”

After a moment, Makhran the Cursed spoke in a raspy, almost servitor-like monotone High Gothic.

“You are more dangerous than him.”

“Oh, well, I'm very lucky then, to have caught your attention.”

Amnak stopped, and in the darkness around him, pairs of dim, ghostly eyes appeared, as if he were standing in a dark forest surrounded by a pack of wolves.

“I'm curious, how exactly do you see me as dangerous?”

“A false thing attempting to claim a place in the material world, your greed is the greatest danger. The mortal realm is not a place for you.”

“Oh ho~ Looks like you really did your research on me? But now, you have to face my sword personally, what are you going to do?”

As soon as he finished speaking, a massive creature slithered out of the darkness, appearing behind Amnak almost instantly, phase blades crisscrossing towards his head.

Clang, clang, the swords clashed against the blades, sparks flying everywhere.

The Flayed Ones Destroyer Lord, even without its tail, was twice Amnak's height. It hissed like a snake, waving its phase blades, seemingly trying to shred him to pieces.

Amnak easily parried the blow from its sword, then struck the opponent's side with his left-hand sword, the living metal creaking. The Destroyer Lord swung its tail with incredible speed, tracing an arc that almost grazed Amnak's chest armor.

Not only did Amnak evade this seemingly unavoidable strike, but he also braced his blade against the serpent's body, then pushed it towards the ground, stepped on it, and used his sword to strike the Destroyer Lord's jaw, breaking its neck.

The Destroyer Lord leaned back, its arms flailing in a desperate struggle, but its opponent was too fast, too fast for it to even react.

Like cutting meat on a chopping board, with a few clicks, the Destroyer Lord's head and arms separated from its torso, its massive body crashing heavily to the ground with a loud thud.

“Hmm, this…”

Amnak raised the blade in his hand, looking at the newly added chip, then turned around, staring at the distant Overlord over his sword.

“…isn't enough.”

Boom boom boom—

A series of explosions rang out behind him, followed by rapid and heavy footsteps. Space Marines in silver-grey Terminator and power armor charged in first, followed by the Krieg Death Korps marching in unison, and various combat robots.

The bright light of the explosions briefly dispelled the darkness within the hall, illuminating the motionless ranks of Immortals and various war machines, surrounding the Overlord's platform, along with several Lychguard formations, each formation backed by a noble being cloaked in metal.

Saul strode to Amnak's side and said softly:

“We're in luck, it seems this is the Necron Overlord?”

“Probably, look overhead.”

Alerted by Amnak, Saul looked up and saw an inverted black pyramid above them, countless Tomb Swarms, Tomb Spyders, and Tomb Stalkers twisting and circling around the pyramid, like predators dwelling in the deep sea, numbering in the thousands.

Saul took a deep breath and raised his power sword.

“Kriegsmen, cover the skies, Astartes, follow me to eliminate the enemy leader!”

Upon receiving the order, the Krieg Death Korps immediately formed ranks, raising their rifles towards the sky, and the air was torn apart by las-fire, rockets, and various projectiles.

Attacked, the Tomb Spyders and Tomb Stalkers immediately activated their phase engines, phasing effortlessly through the dense barrage, only their unchanging emerald green energy nodes revealing their positions, while many Tomb Swarms were shot down, but they immediately gathered into swarms and pounced down.

“In the name of the Throne! Hold the line!”

Marshal Venner, personally leading the charge, raised his command sword, and the next second, dozens of Wraith swarms plunged into the crowd, their claws and stingers turning into blurry afterimages as they swept past, the sound of rending echoing.

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Many people had their torsos and necks pierced, kneeling on the ground and vomiting blood, while others had limbs severed or were completely torn apart, but not a single Kriegsman retreated.

Boom—

With a roar, an airburst shell exploded in mid-air, turning a Tomb Spyder into falling wreckage.

The rumbling sound of treads meant that Leman Russ tanks had crossed the stepped obstacles and entered the battlefield, they didn't need to aim deliberately, just shoot into the sky.

At the same time, the combat robots activated their weapons, their accuracy being much higher than that of mortals, bolter cannons and plasma cannons continued to howl, blasting alien constructs to pieces.

The Immortal phalanxes marched towards the humans in orderly steps, gauss fire passing through the air, annihilating flesh, and then falling shells sent metal bodies flying into the sky.

The battle immediately entered a fever pitch, and the Space Marines, as the main protagonists, had already advanced far.

The main participants in the battle were warriors from the 3rd Company and some recruits, the 1st Company remained on standby aboard the Randal, considering that the Menak Dynasty might have countermeasures against the Grey Seer, even 3rd Company Captain Farzad was not involved in the battle. Those Terminators were all Ironclad pattern, protecting the warriors who had not been implanted with the Grey Seer.

Relying on their powerful defensive capabilities, forty Ironclad Terminators moved in close formation, moving in unison while firing at enemies coming from all directions.

The other warriors who were not wearing Terminator armor used plasma weapons, melta weapons, and even graviton weapons to destroy the enemy, the entire force numbered only 109, a full company at best.

Saul was in the middle of the formation, taking over Farzad's duties as company commander, constantly adjusting the direction of fire and troop deployment with orders, and even calling in artillery support from the rear in between.

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