Dedicate loyalty to the good empire

Chapter 520 The counterattack begins

Star God fragments?

This is natural but unexpected.

Taylor was well aware of those things, and he cursed angrily, "Your brothers almost chopped off my head and then skinned me and hung me on their bodies."

"And you told me that inside his tomb there is a terrifying entity that is comparable to God?"

"Those ancient races should have been extinct after the War in Heaven..."

"But no one can do that. They are part of the universe, both the rules and the reality, both the warp and the entity."

"They are extremely greedy for souls, as their almost incomparable power makes them only happy with living souls."

Taylor replied. "There's no fundamental difference between them and the gods. For the Emperor's sake, what else could a being who has reached that level desire besides fresh, intelligent souls?"

"If money and material things still have meaning to them, then this infinite universe is theirs to take. Perhaps the only thing of value is life."

“Life and wisdom are the few treasures in the entire universe, and every being wants to possess more of them.”

Taylor sighed.

"But this can't hide the fact that I was almost killed. If your pocket portal had been slower, you wouldn't have seen me!"

Settra said apologetically. "I answer in the name of the Silent King. I answer in the name of the Triarch."

"I owe you a lot."

To be precise, he only spoke like this to Taylor. He didn't look down on humans, but most humans were short-sighted and had short lives, so there was really nothing valuable to communicate.

Taylor is definitely an outlier, and his short life passes in a flash, which is too short for the undead.
Settra felt a little sympathy for this. After all, ten thousand years was just a fleeting time for the undead, let alone a short hundred years?

There was a hint of human compassion in Settra's eyes, and Taylor's response was like telling him to put aside his pity, especially for a warrior struggling in this universe.

Life and lifespan are indeed of little value.

Settra laughed to himself, realizing that he was judging another warrior by his own ridiculous values.

Taylor asked hesitantly, "What's going on? What does this have to do with you? Who is that damned Undead Overlord?"

Settra's metallic face was bitter. "As long as I lived, he was my brother."

"We were once brothers and comrades-in-arms, and the Star God fragment was my trophy. We had a good relationship until the day he went crazy."

"My biggest regret is killing the Star God, and my second biggest regret is letting him deliver the final blow."

"The curse spread like a disease, and his tomb became a place of decay and madness. I watched him slaughter the primitive and intelligent creatures of the world he ruled, and pain and pity erupted together."

"I haven't let go of my feelings yet, and I'm still troubled by them. I can't kill my own siblings, so I suggested to the Silent King that he be put to sleep, hoping that a ten thousand year seal would solve his problem."

"The facts prove that I was completely wrong. He secretly took the Star God fragment away, betraying his own people and becoming a disaster."

"He lost all information due to the Eldar seal, and we could only let it soak in the long river of time until his tomb awakened again today."

"It's like fate has decided that we two brothers should be together. As the eldest brother, I woke up first and sharpened my blade to execute this mad blood brother."

"There is nothing in the world more painful than this. If I still need to sleep, I probably won't be able to sleep."

"So as his older brother, I must apologize to you and the brothers you lost."

Taylor smiled. "You are the most understanding Necromancer I have ever met. The feelings of your brother's loss are stored in your mind matrix, by the Emperor."

"And did you know that the Silent King has a hobby of collecting?" the Fahuang asked doubtfully. "What?"

Taylor wanted to ask for the return of the Empire's many heroes, but when he saw Settra's expression, he swallowed his words.

He replied with a hint of helplessness. "Nothing, but my poison blade tank is still in the pit. Although I repelled the Necromancer's attack this time, I probably won't be so lucky next time."

"Our assault team has sent a report that they have found the location of the main nest and are planning to destroy the core, so we need..."

Setra replied. "We need a distraction."

Taylor choked, then said, "It's not a good habit to interrupt others..."

Setra replied awkwardly. "I remember that."

"However, our current military strength is insufficient for a counterattack. I know very well how many people are in my brother's tomb, and the pocket dimension has successfully prevented most of the possibility of reinforcement."

"The Skinners' minds have escaped from the Main Tomb and the Triarchal Council, and their pocket dimensions are no longer under our control."

"Although it's not good, the Undead can no longer deploy more troops."

A more impulsive Skadi officer said dissatisfiedly. "Is this your answer?"

At this moment, Setra shed his elegance and admiration for Taylor and grabbed the mortal's neck with one hand, like a machine-cast god judging the man.

The officer made a worrying choking sound and his body was almost lifted up, before his neck dislocated or he suffocated, Taylor said seriously.

"Respect me, my friend!"

Settra released the poor creature and said, "I'm sorry, but your soldiers are much less polite than you."

"I haven't finished yet. To be precise, I have a way to weaken them. I can transform the Tau's EMP so that those primitive elements can interfere with the already chaotic thought matrix of the infected Undead."

"In other words, you will have enough time to deal with the enemy head-on, as long as you trust me and give me your weapons and equipment for adjustment."

"That's why I told you about the existence of the Star God fragment. I need your trust, so I won't hide it."

Taylor nodded. "Of course, my friend."

But the officer was now covering his neck, and his fearful cough interrupted their conversation.

Setra said a little embarrassedly. "I need to change my temper. After all, there's no one else in my tomb who can talk to me like this."

Taylor replied. "That's not necessary. We've never worked together much, and that won't be the case in the future."

"But I appreciate your help, even if it's just a matter of mutual benefit."

Setra sensed the disapproval in Taylor's words. "You certainly didn't do this for nothing."

"Actually, I noticed your blade. That warp creature became your power, right?"

"You defeated him, in other words."

"He becomes yours."

"But the blade still needs to be polished. A part of my spiritual power, the thing I hate most, is sealed within it."

"How about this, if you help me kill my mad brother, I will help you forge this blade and make it a sword that can use psychic energy..."

Taylor asked in disbelief. "What do you mean? I can become a psyker?!"

(End of this chapter)