Dedicate loyalty to the good empire

Chapter 516 The Last Necrontyr

A war overlord, a king of the tomb, his memories can be traced back to the ancient era of the War in Heaven. Of course, those great memories have become mottled now.

But he had not yet forgotten his honor, nor that terrifying hunger.

He is now wearing ugly human skin, but he thinks he is wearing beautiful robes. He is now on a battlefield of slaughter, but he thinks he is still in the battle in heaven.

He still considered himself a Necrontyr, a living overlord ruling over an entire dynasty.

Now, he swung his long blade, and air currents spread out in all directions, because he saw a group of ridiculously ugly greenskins blocking his way.

Those guys were wearing ridiculous scrap metal armor, holding simple weapons and equipment, and were full of resentment and trying to prevent his army from turning the entire planet into their paradise.

Those guys used strange psychic powers to block his pocket space, but the great Undead Overlord didn't think he would lose.

If his dynasty had not been dormant a few days ago, he would not have considered these strange greenskins a threat at all.

But until a few days ago, a group of unique monsters, those strange things landed on his territory.

Those strange, oversized arthropods were so bizarre that even he took some time to clean them up.

Now instead of thanking them, the greenskins are turning their swords against them?
But the overlord thought with a little interest that things would become strange if those beasts also had so-called consciences.

Obviously he shouldn't have had such thoughts.

He straightened his gorgeous robes and watched how his elegant warriors slaughtered those guys, and he had to realize.

Even compared to other more barbaric undead dynasties, he was still considered the most elegant.

His compatriots could not understand his honor either. Thinking of this, the overlord felt sad and helpless in his heart.

He ridiculed his compatriots for their stupidity, but the entire galaxy was full of barbarians, and he couldn't stand the Eldar.

And he still has something crucial to do.

That is the job of imprisoning the Star God.

Imprisoned were the enemies of his race, those vile and greedy things, those monsters that thirsted for souls.

But every time he thought about why he knew those guys loved souls, his head would ache.

But even though there are many doubts, he is still proud of this matter and is still working hard for it.

However, he did not believe that there was anything wrong with his desire to take control of the planet; rather, he believed that this was the only way to fulfill his responsibilities.

So those greenskins must be dealt with!
Now he swung his giant axe again, hoping to break the current predicament, but his army was bitten hard by those greenskins.

He moved forward angrily, but was suddenly stopped by a strange green creature.

He looked young, and his weapon was slightly more sophisticated than the other greenskins, making it more difficult to handle.

He and his greenskin leader in silver-white scrap metal armor are quite troublesome, and those greenskin guys are also quite capable in fighting.

He now had to use the greenskin language he had just deciphered to ask the guy who was blocking his way. "Tell me your name, who are you affiliated with, and what are you fighting for? I don't kill nameless people!"

The greenskin replied at this moment. "I won't tell you, then I won't die!"

The Undead Overlord was stunned at this moment. This sentence almost caused his already weak brain to short-circuit, and then the unsportsmanlike greenskin suddenly shot him in the head.

At that moment, his mind became strange and errors occurred again.

He saw the battlefield become strange. His infantrymen turned into ugly monsters, and he himself was in a miserable state, like an ugly, huge, twisted being, his body covered in flesh...

Other people's flesh and blood.

He became a skeleton-like mechanical skeleton, fighting against another civilized race, and his body was covered with countless leathers with the names of many enemies he remembered vividly.

He couldn't accept this moment, but fortunately the next moment the world in front of him became "normal" again. At this moment, he laughed loudly and cursed the "green skin".

"You vicious monster, your witchcraft has no effect on my strong will!"

And now, the so-called "greenskin" was looking at the mad Undead Overlord in confusion, wondering why he was standing still and saying incomprehensible words.

A closer look reveals that this "greenskin" not only has normal skin color, but is also dressed neatly and beautifully. The so-called "greenskin bosses" next to him are actually Imperial Space Marines.

To be honest, the performance of this Undead Overlord surprised Taylor at first, then made him happy, but soon this joy turned into fatigue, and then turned into endless disappointment.

War seemed inevitable, and this guy's brain had long been broken. Now it seemed that his act of shooting might have completely angered the overlord.

But Taylor did not regret it. To be precise, he even felt that the angle of the shot was not good enough to penetrate the head of the Undead Overlord.

Now, looking at the Undead Overlord who was approaching step by step, he quickly pulled out the Kraken's Fang, prepared the explosive bomb, and shot at him again.

The Space Wolves of Fenris and the soldiers of Valhalla formed a strong enough defense to buy Taylor time to safety. At the same time, the Emperor's Baneblades were being dispatched, hoping to solve the problem with a heavy main gun.

But the overlord did not intend to wait. To be precise, he led his soldiers and quickly broke through the defense composed of the Imperial Guard and Space Marines with almost unstoppable force.

The immortals he brought with him suffered heavy losses. To be precise, Taylor had no idea why the overlord was so angry.

He had no idea why he had angered this guy, and he was brandishing his weapon as if he wanted to eat Taylor alive.

And Taylor would certainly not let him get his wish. To be precise, he had already prepared means to deal with the Undead Overlord, which was partly a gift from Catachan.

That's what he found in the Damocles's vents, and it had killed about 30 crew members by the time it was discovered.

Its name is the strangler vine, a carnivorous plant with a grip strong enough to tear open an armored vehicle. Therefore, its cultivation is strictly prohibited in the Empire and is strictly controlled.

The good news is that this thing has now become a trouble for the Undead Overlord.

The bad news is that the Overlord simply shook his arm, and the vines that were strong enough to hold the armor could no longer move.

They turned into pieces.

And Taylor also realized that the living metal body was really a foul!
(End of this chapter)