Dedicate loyalty to the good empire

Chapter 58: Tomb World, Part 3
Am I toasting with a Necromancer?
Taylor looked at the mechanical skeleton holding up a teacup in front of him. Whether it was his huge body trying to imitate a human smile, or the way he raised the teacup and swallowed the brown liquid, it revealed a sense of funnyness.

Why should he be kind to a younger race?

No! wrong!

Taylor sensitively grasped the guy's mentality, that is, after his soldiers ate the food he provided, he would happily flash a light in his eyes.

Taylor asked doubtfully. "Are you reminiscing about a distant past?"

The overlord paused, then replied, "It seems you are not completely ignorant of my dynasty."

"Yes, I like seeing living things eating. It seems to make me feel your emotions."

"Even though it's just my hobby, I've prepared a lot of food in my tomb. My vague memory tells me that this was my favorite thing when I was still alive."

Taylor smiled wryly. "I guess I understand."

He is also a guy who likes to eat. If he turns into an undead, his situation will be similar to that of this overlord, right?
He thought about this and gave a general account of the situation.

The Overlord asked. "So, you're here because of a plot. A psychic ripped open the pocket dimension where my dynasty resides, and her target might be my little collection?"

The Tomb Overlord has a multi-threaded thinking ability far beyond that of ordinary people. He figured out the current situation in just an instant based on Taylor's description.

He was also uncertain. "As far as I know, you're the only one who invaded the fortress."

"Although there are panicked humans around, according to your description, there are more battle sisters and Catachans, as well as Imperial soldiers as backup."

Taylor asked in surprise. "You can see around you?"

The Overlord spoke in a seemingly emotionless, mechanical voice. "This tomb is my body."

"I can control everything here any way I want."

Taylor heard a hint of pride in his words?
Taylor asked. "Why would a Necromancer like you communicate with us fairly... It doesn't seem real to me either."

The Overlord replied. "Because I have witnessed the fall of many warlike dynasties. Secondly, my tomb has not yet fully awakened, and part of the awakening process has malfunctioned."

"I think this is also the effect of that psychic energy. Perhaps the thing residing in the blade is calling out for something."

Before Taylor could answer, a familiar, bone-tingling voice said with a laugh, "That's right, Bones."

"You haven't given up yet..." Taylor looked at the gate angrily. Dozens of Space Marines and the guy named Dragan protected the female cultist as they walked in.

They did not trigger the tomb's defenses, probably because of the faint psychic glow that covered their bodies.

The woman now looked like a typical demon, but that was merely a physical mutation caused by the massive influx of psionic energy.

She has nascent horns on her head, purple skin, and pupils like a sheep, but she is still beautiful.

Of course, she was not satisfied and said with a smile, "Thank you for bringing us here. Now, give me the Blade of Northland, my love."

Taylor raised his weapon. "I don't remember us having such a relationship!"

Although he was afraid of fighting, he was more angry now. As the saying goes, even Buddha gets angry, and even a rabbit bites when it is angry.

Never let Taylor realize that he has nowhere to retreat, otherwise those dead stormtroopers and Zerg warriors will probably tell you how they were torn apart.

But they did not answer. The Space Marines just moved forward quickly and fought with the Undead armed with Gauss rifles.

The Overlord said, "Activate Defense Protocol 1!"

Next, numerous turrets emerged from the walls of the storage vault, seemingly forming a single entity, emitting a green, lightning-like glow. The Gaussian weapons instantly melted several Space Marines. While unresigned, the attack of a Necron Overlord seemed to be more significant than Taylor's half-month battles.

Now, some soldiers drove Frensteins to fire at them, spitting out promethium burners and explosive bombs as if they were free.

But facing such a disadvantage, Dragan just slowly took out a few strange balls and spoke calmly.

"My loving father has long anticipated this. My brothers will also be transformed into a new force."

He threw the green balls at the fallen warriors, and they dissipated in a cloud of mist. The dead Space Marines slowly climbed to their feet and moved forward like zombies.

Their strength was further enhanced, and they instantly tore through the defensive array formed by the Undead Warriors in front of them, and the body could even continue to move forward despite the wounds caused by the Gauss rays tearing the flesh.

Taylor rubbed his eyes in disbelief. Technological undead versus witchcraft zombies, what kind of weird dream was he having?
If someone told him that they were just lying in bed and didn't wake up, Taylor would believe it.

He hesitated and said to the girl, "I'm not dreaming, am I?"

The Lightling girl replied using Taylor's words. "Frontline troops always encounter situations like this."

Taylor sighed. "Yeah, that's just the way the world is..."

"Charge!" he shouted somewhat self-deprecatingly. As long as Franstein launched the charge, everything would be fine.

But just as Frenstein started the engine, the Undead Overlord stepped forward and said, "Why do you need the guest's help?"

He wielded his scepter, a magnificent weapon that most people would forget was also the most powerful phasing weapon of the Necronomicon Dynasty.

A dark green field surrounded the scepter, and the huge undead that seemed to have a cloak slowly moved forward.

"I am Settra, Lord of the Dynasty, the Eternal Silence, Counselor of the Silent King, and one of the many Dharma Kings of the Eternal Empire."

"And you, fools who dared to invade my tomb, deserve my wrath."

He swung his scepter and instantly cut off the head of a Chaos Space Marine. It couldn't be said that he was exactly the same as the gentle and elegant appearance just now, but it could be said that he had nothing to do with it.

Taylor had even forgotten that an Overlord was an individual as powerful as a Captain of a Founding Chapter's Space Marine Company.

And the strength he now showed also aroused Dragan's interest.

The ten-thousand-year veteran of the Space Marines stepped out from beside his brother and said with a smile, "Cettra? But xenos, I've killed countless creatures like you in the Great Crusade!"

He raised his chainsword. "Let's try! Is your empire greater, or mine..."

Taylor sighed. It seemed that there was nothing for him to do. But at this moment, the space began to tremble. Under the resonance of battle and psychic energy, he saw that the magic sword placed in the stagnant position was tearing the space apart.

Small purple warp rifts appeared one after another, and charming Slaanesh succubi and twisted and terrifying Screeching Fiends began to walk out of those portals.

The cult lady used a teleportation to move to the side of the long sword. She picked up the evil and elegant weapon, licked the blade, and looked at Taylor with a smile.

"Oh, my Romeo, shall we play?"

That honey-like voice gave Taylor goose bumps all over his body. It was only a matter of time before he would be driven to misogyny by this woman!
Taylor's vision went dark as well. He understood that the Warhammer-specific multi-faction chaos* had begun.

And he could only doubt one thing, that was it.

I fight demons?

really?
　Setra is the medieval one, a tribute, a tribute
　　
　
(End of this chapter)