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Chapter 112 Traveler. Anlakel
The pale green fire from the Gauss blaster illuminated the dark Perdita.
Anrakel Traveler, emitting a light blue light, stepped onto this cold planet.
His precious warriors, the huge Undead Immortals, walked beside him.
In the days when the Necrons were still Necrontyr, these Immortal warriors were professional soldiers of the Necrontyr Dynasty.

Their metal bodies are also larger and stronger than those of ordinary undeads. They push forward the battle line like heavy hammers.

The enemies standing in front of them are the ugly and crazy skinners.

These fellows of Anrakel have now become mad monsters,

They were hunchbacked, covered in the skin and flesh of apes, with sharp claws growing out of their metal bodies.
The Curse of the Flayer is a curse from a dead C'tan on the dead.
Allakal. The traveler was annoyed by this,
These infected are undoubtedly a stain on the eternal hegemony of the Necron Empire.
And the dynasty sleeping on the planet called Perdita was obviously also infected with this stain.

"It makes me want to vomit." Anlakel Traveler said with disgust.

Even though he no longer had the ability to vomit,
"Cleanse these undead who have succumbed to the curse of Landugol."

Landugol is the name of the Star God, the Skinner "Landugol",
The dead spirits actually killed him, not just shattered him into pieces.
So Randukar cursed the dead, spreading some kind of blasphemous cognitive virus.

Those infected by it will go insane, and become hungry for the flesh and blood of the living.
Anrakel.Traveler's soldiers cleared out the flayers that were roaming the planet's surface.

At the same time, other Necrons covered in orange light began to appear on the planet.

The orange-red light from their bodies seemed to imitate the light of stars, radiating onto this cold planet.

The contrast with the cold blue light covering Anrakel Traveler.

Mayfair Dynasty
Anrakel. The Traveler recalled coldly the identity of the sleeping king's nest on this planet.

The ruler of the Mephrite dynasty was the overlord Zarathusa.

This dynasty was adept at harnessing the energy of stars and knew how to use their enormous heat as a source of energy or as a weapon.

They have now been awakened, awakened by the alarm of the Tyranid invasion,

This alarm also summoned Anlakel the Traveler.
Anraqel the Traveler is not like his mad compatriots, capricious and full of desire for destruction and devastation,

He came to rebuild the great Necron hegemony, so he could not allow the Tyranid pests to devour the world of his compatriots and even the entire galaxy.

He came to protect, he came to help.

Anrakel Traveler moved his metal body towards the Necrons that were emitting orange light.

"I am Anrakel the Traveler, I am the Overlord, I am the Awakener, and I come to reunite the Necromancer Dynasties."

Anrakel. The Traveler raised his head proudly and declared:

"I am your help, so I am grateful!"

Those orange-glowing Necrons stared at Anrakel Traveler dryly, like a group of real corpses.

"Oh." This is how they responded to Anrakel Traveler's long speech.

Allakal. The traveler was immediately disappointed.
It seems that the minds of these compatriots have been damaged during their long sleep. I hope their rulers still retain the most basic sanity.

"Take me to see your overlord." said Anrakel Traveler.

The Necrons, whose bodies were glowing orange, moved their metal bodies slightly to make way for Anrakel Traveler.

"The great Zarathusa, He Who Shall Not Be Named, awaits you." said the orange-glowing Necron.

"Those who cannot be addressed by their names"?
What a stupid title.
Anrakel. The Traveler thought so, and he walked into the dark mountains under the guidance of the orange-glowing Necrons.
On the scarlet sofa, Governor Augustus Flax lay like a limp mass of mud.
He shook the crystal wine glass in his hand, and the treasured red wine swayed in the glass. The smell of alcohol and grapes filled the air.

This is the underground palace he planned and designed for many years.

After the Tyranid swarm descended on the planet, Augustus Flax hid here.

But he was not completely ignorant of the outside world. Long before the arrival of the insect swarm, he had released a large number of servant skulls into the city.

He can use it to observe the situation in the city.
The streets of the city of Ferdia were already filled with all kinds of terrifying Tyranid creatures.

Augustus Flax watched as these creatures crawled on the ground, devouring everything they could see.
But the Astra Militarum had obviously made preparations in advance.

Before evacuating, they placed explosives in some buildings, and when the Tyranids entered the buildings following the smell of biomass, the explosives would explode suddenly.
In the few districts that the Astra Militarum still held, they set up street forts in the narrow streets.

The Cadians and the local thugs from Asford guard these street forts together, huh?
Augustus Flax saw a familiar figure on the street fort.

The figure also noticed the skull in mid-air, and smiled as he looked over here. Augustus Flax felt his muscles suddenly stiffen, and he couldn't help but tremble.

Zhou Yun was standing in front of the servant skull and looking at him with a creepy smile on his lips. His eyes seemed to penetrate the servant skull and directly pierce into Augustus Flax's heart.

He raised the laser rifle in his hand and pulled the trigger——————

A scorching laser beam shot towards Augustus Flax.

"Ah!!!!" Augustus Flax let out a terrified wail, as if the laser had really pierced through his body.

The servant skull was shot down, and Augustus Flax quickly mobilized other nearby servant skulls.
Before he could switch the screen, the skulls exploded in the laser beams.
Augustus Flax almost vomited in fear.

He curled up his body and quickly turned the camera away from the skull serving Zhou Yun.
The display on the robot continued to show the city occupied by the Tyranids.

This scene made Augustus Flax feel at ease, as if the survival of the entire planet had nothing to do with him.

Suddenly, a shadow flashed in front of the skull.

It was a gigantic, blasphemous monster that was six or seven meters tall, had four sharp limbs, and was covered with a chitinous shell.

It twisted its triangular head and looked at the skull.
Those terrifying eyes flashed with malice, hatred and resentment.
The crystal cup in Augustus Flax's hand smashed to pieces on the ground, and the bright red wine pooled on the ground.
Tiberius

Augustus Flax uttered his brother's name in a low voice.
It's coming, it's coming to find me.

Zhou Yun rubbed his eyes and woke up from the position of Xiachao Street Fort.
The Astra Militarum on the battlefield often say that they don't know which will come first, tomorrow or death.

But it seems that this time, for the Astra Militarum, tomorrow arrives first.

Zhou Yun stretched his muscles and stood up from the floor.
General Droste sat beside him with a tired look on his face.

"That's amazing." General Droste exclaimed, "Amid the sounds of gunfire, artillery fire, and the roar of the insect swarm, you can actually still sleep."

Last night the swarm only carried out a small-scale harassment, but the sound of war was still deafening.
General Droste claimed to have experienced many wars, but he still couldn't get such a good sleep on the battlefield like Zhou Yun.

Zhou Yun almost lay on the floor and fell into a sweet sleep in less than a second.

General Droste could only express envy.

Looking at General Droste's tired look, Zhou Yun knew that he did not get enough rest.

The battle during the day yesterday successfully repelled the first wave of attacks from the insect nest.
The Zerg also needs time to digest the 60% of the lower nest area that has been conquered, and also needs time to hatch and create new units in order to accumulate strength to launch the next round of attack.

The soldiers of the Cadia Assault Force were able to get a short rest, and Zhou Yun, General Droste and Lena also got some sleep time.

"How long have I slept?" Zhou Yun said, rubbing his eyebrows.

"About three hours." General Droste said tiredly.

His sleep quality was not as good as Zhou Yun's, and he looked extremely tired.

Zhou Yun let out a breath, as if letting out yesterday's fatigue.
He was a mortal, not an Astartes or a Primarch, and he would get tired and exhausted.
But fortunately, my sleep quality is high enough now, and three hours of sleep is enough to eliminate a lot of fatigue.

"Would you like to rest for a while?" Zhou Yun stood up and asked the tired General Droste.

He knew that General Droste had undergone life-extending surgery, but he still showed some signs of aging.

"The Cadians are not that fragile." General Droste said in a suddenly tense tone.

He stood up, his body straight, not like a man over a hundred years old.
For a moment, Zhou Yun even felt that General Droste's fatigue had disappeared.
But Zhou Yun soon realized that General Droste was just hiding his fatigue inside his body.

"I'm afraid today will be another tough battle." General Droste said in a calm voice.

The swarm has already established itself in Asford, and the digestion tanks, capillary towers, and hatching pools must have already been built.
More and stronger Tyranid creatures will appear inside the hive.

And there are the Genestealers, who have never shown up.

After the two walked out to the street fort, Reina and the old one-eyed man stood at a table behind the street fort, frowning as they looked at the map on it.

(End of this chapter)