I'm in Warhammer, please don't praise Doraemon

Chapter 596 Being short has its advantages!
The first Dead Imprint to pop its head out of the pocket dimension only felt a faint, almost imperceptible gust of wind in the air and saw a sharp energy needle aimed directly at its forehead.

Before Death Seal's logical mind could comprehend this scene, the slender crystal energy needle pierced his forehead, killing him instantly.
The headless body of the dead mark slumped down and fell from the pocket dimension, crashing heavily onto the gravel ground.
This sudden scene stunned the other Death Marks who were entering reality from the Pocket Dimension for a barely perceptible moment.

Their logical minds cannot comprehend the logic of what is happening before them.

They, the mighty Death Seal, were actually sniped?!

Then, in the next instant, the Death Marks reacted at top speed. Based on the way the Death Mark had just died, they quickly determined that it was an attack from some kind of Eldar weapon.

"Confirmed: Eldar Ranger-style sniper rifle!"

"Target confirmed: Eldar!"

"Counter-sniper program loading!"

The sniper uses weapons from the Eldar, capable of targeting Deathmarks, whose sensory programs cannot directly detect them.
Based on the current situation, the Death Seal's logic program quickly made a judgment: this was clearly an attack from an Eldar sniper.

The Death Seal's killing program is extremely efficient, reacting almost instantly.
Although the location of the Elven race was not detected, in that brief moment, the Elven race did not have time to complete its relocation.

Based on the quantum trajectory, they instantly located the direction from which the energy needle had been fired.

The logic mechanism instantly calculated the location of the unknown Eldar sniper, and the Death Mark aimed directly at the sniper's brain, neck, and heart.

The nerve-shredding gun pulled the trigger, and subatomic particles condensed into a lepton beam, which was fired in the direction from which the crystal energy needle had come.

Hobian White Deer stared in disbelief at the series of emerald beams that had just streaked across his head.
If only he were a little taller, if only he weren't a Lightning ratman
Being a mouse has its advantages!

Hobian White Deer did not hesitate and quickly began to move his position.
He guessed that the unknown opponents had mistaken him for an Elven because of the weapon he used, and that's why their first wave of attacks targeted the Elven's vitals.
But those pointy-eared guys were all too tall; Hobien's height reached their thighs at most, so that volley of fire just now completely missed.

However, such good luck can only happen once at most. The opponent was obviously making a judgment at extremely high speed to prevent Horbian from changing his position, which led to the misjudgment.

But before moving to a new location, Hobian, relying on his sense of death and his body's instincts, fired another shot into the distance.
He wasn't worried about missing the shot. He had once heard Reina, the eldest sister, say that everything was the will of the Emperor and Doraemon, and that all coincidences were their arrangement.

Horbian initially didn't believe it, but at this moment he truly felt the will of the Emperor and the Champion.

He was confident that his shot would hit the target.

He simply pulled the trigger; the aiming was left to the champion's will.

Another Dead Seal's head exploded and fell out of the Pocket Dimension.

"Death Mark???" Shemerhe stumbled back a few steps, then severed his arm—the one Jeanne had just struck—with a scythe.
His arm was quickly consumed by a burst of golden, blazing flames.

Then, he noticed the death mark not far away and quickly understood why Jeanne's attack hadn't taken his life.

It was clearly because she was wary of the Death Mark not far away.

A strong sense of shame surged through Shemech's mind; he felt his honor had been tarnished.
He and Jeanne were engaged in a glorious one-on-one duel, but the Mark of Death unexpectedly intervened.
Without a doubt, Shemerhe knew who did it.
"Xerath, you bastard."

It's obvious that it's that shameless bastard, Xerath the Enlightened One.

Shermeh launched into a tirade of curses, spewing out a string of vile necromancy.
At the same time, his will, following the necromancy control protocol, forcefully pressed down on those death marks.
As the Emperor, his will was almost irresistible within the Necromancer's Dynasty. Even the Death Mark belonging to Xerath was forcibly controlled by Shermeh's will for a few seconds, making it difficult for them to raise their weapons.

Jeanne's figure flashed, appearing in front of the Death Marks in an instant. With a gentle wave of her battle flag, the Death Marks turned to ashes in a burst of golden flames.

In the laboratory hidden deep within many pocket dimensions, Xerath slightly raised his head, looking at the several light screens before him that had gone out.
The Death Seal failed.
That inexplicable shot thwarted Death Mark's sneak attack; without the element of surprise, Death Mark had no chance of capturing that human.
But Xerath was unwilling to let go of that valuable experimental subject.

Since humans entered the Exorcism Dead Zone, Xerath has made some unexpected discoveries: some humans possess the ability to resist the Anti-Supreme Matrix.
This is very interesting, very illogical, like a dark cloud hanging over the knowledge of the necromantic warp.
But dark clouds are both a shadow over science and an opportunity for scientific progress.

Xerath understood that by unraveling the mysteries surrounding humanity, he could gain a deeper understanding of the warp and the nature of the soul.

This is certainly not just about fulfilling the Silent King's desire to reverse the biological transformation; what Xerath truly desires is ascension, further evolution.

In Xerath's view, neither flesh and blood nor metal was perfect enough. He wanted to transform himself into pure energy, to become the form of the former Star God—that was what he sought.
He had a strong feeling.

If he captures this human woman, he will be one step closer to ascension.
He didn't know where this thought came from, as if a voice was whispering this to him in his mind, but he inexplicably believed it without thinking.

Since the Death Seal is useless
Xerath's sharp fingers twitched slightly, and a hyperdimensional cube maze appeared in his hand, constantly swirling and twisting.

He tossed it gently, through layers of pocket dimensions, toward the planet where Jeanne was.

Hobian, with his short legs, moved swiftly across the battlefield, shifting his position rapidly.
As a Leytelin, his stealth skills were maxed out; even if he moved through the middle of the battlefield, no one would notice him.

But suddenly, Hobian felt the surrounding air begin to heat up, and the battlefield, which had been shrouded in dim mist, suddenly became much brighter.
Hobian White Deer stopped in his tracks, his body trembling slightly.
Deep in my memory, I seem to have had the same feeling as now, also on Asford.
A fiery orange-red meteor streaked across the sky, scorching the heavens. The scorching atmosphere pressed down on the earth, making everything restless, as if the entire world was about to spontaneously combust at any moment.
Gazing at the fiery meteor, Hobien White Deer felt his mouth go dry, his eyes sunken, and the blood flowing through his veins seemed to boil.

The image of that godlike figure, tearing apart the Insect Saint, surfaced in Hobien's mind.

"You son of a bitch, is this your honor as necromancers? Your one-on-one duel as necromancers?" Hobien cursed, trembling with rage.

The heavenly fire fell before the Black Stone Spire, its flames spontaneously generated without any flammable material, swirling into a tornado that rose and pierced the heavens and earth, larger than the Black Stone Spire itself.

Within that orange-red fire tornado, a gaze filled with cruelty and madness, seemingly intent on burning everything in its path to ashes, was cast forth.

The crackling sound of burning echoed through the void, like the sound of spacetime itself being burned by endless flames. As the sound unfolded, a humanoid figure emerged from the fire tornado.

The figure was composed entirely of flames, plasma, swirling vortexes, and scorching energy, like a bright sun suspended in the air.

That was the most cruel star god, that was the flame that burned through the web, that was the burner of all realms, that was the fragment of the star god burner Nyadrasar.

This mad god raised his hands high, summoning the ultra-high temperature flames from the beginning of the universe, which condensed in his palms.

The undead ships that were closer to the Burner began to melt and disintegrate under the extreme heat, falling to the ground. Even the Black Stone Tower behind him began to melt slightly.

King Semerhau stared, utterly dumbfounded, at the Burning One suspended in mid-air.
This fragment's power is clearly extraordinary. Although it's currently in a state of being without will, if allowed to act freely, it might soon break free from the necromancy's shackles, regain its will, and escape.

Has Xerath gone mad? He actually threw out such a terrifying fragment of a Celestial God for a human woman.

What hurt Shemerh even more was that his honor had been humiliated.
He had just arrogantly taught Jeanne that the gods were untrustworthy, but now the necromancer was using the power of the gods at an extremely high risk.

"You can retreat now."

Shemerhe's figure flickered, and he appeared beside Jeanne using the Phase Cloak, staring at her as he spoke:

“My troops will not pursue you; I will intercept the Burners here.”

"Although this may sound strange to you humans, this is not the situation I wanted."

That's what they say, but actually, Shemech was also a little panicked.

He came here to have a one-on-one duel with Jeanne, so he didn't bring much of his collection.
With just that body and what little he had, it would be quite difficult to stop the Burner.
Jeanne gently turned her head and glanced at Shermoch.
Shemerhe instinctively took a step back.

Her gaze was completely different from before. Just now, her gaze had been so calm, so empty, as pure as if it had never been tainted by any defilement.
But her gaze now was like that of a molten planet, a blazing black sun.

Under that gaze, life loses its luster, existence vanishes, and all things return to silence; only nothingness, death, and coldness endure.

Looking at the scene reflected in that gaze, Xie Mohe actually felt that compared to that, the necromancer's current state was actually quite good.

Jeanne remained silent, simply taking a step forward, seemingly passing through the exemplary armor and into a simple linen garment, her bare feet touching the ground.
Then, in an instant, everything lost its luster, leaving only gray and silence.

(End of this chapter)