Warhammer: Expedition to the Multiverse from 30k

"Any progress? Regarding these aliens?" asked the blacksmith.

His iron mask was somewhat similar to the metal skeleton, which made him quite unhappy.

The intelligent brain reads the fragmentary information in the skull and tries its best to piece together the information spanning millions of years into a readable form.

"This undead...at least once was a living being of flesh and blood."

Roche read out the key information, which could actually be inferred from the appearance of the Necrons. Their bodies were like skeletons stripped of flesh and blood.

If they were not flesh and blood creatures, then why would they need to turn themselves into such skeletons?

"Its name is no longer readable. The existence that made it this way deleted all useless information, including name, emotions, and even wisdom and self-awareness."

"That's why they didn't even make a single sound during the fight just now - because making a sound is a very luxurious thing for them, so it was deprived from the beginning."

"But I heard that they seemed to scream before they were killed." Nikonna, who had been silent, spoke up.

It was not a real scream, but an imitation, and it was hard to tell whether it was intended to warn the other Necrons, or just a vague response from the fragmentary information deep in their memory modules.

"It was once a member of a race called the Necrontyr, and played the role of a farmer in the social division of labor, which means it was not a soldier at all."

Although there is very little information, the information available so far is enough to make people's backs chill.

The predecessors of the Necrons were a kind of flesh and blood life called the Deathly Haunted, but for some reason they became such metal life. Living metal constitutes their bodies, and the thinking core built into their heads simulates their emotions and habits.

"This can't even be called life!"

Hill said that while he had no pity for the abominable xenos that had killed his battle-brothers, that did not mean he was not angry about what had happened to the Necrons.

Among the race called the Necrontyr, there once occurred an event that transformed all the Necrontyr into metal form - biological transformation.

The middle and lower class people in society, including craftsmen, farmers, vendors and other civilians were driven into the bio-conversion furnace and then transformed from a living flesh and blood creature into a cold metal skeleton.

"Keep calm, my cousin." The Warsmith remained unmoved by this. His personality and legion culture were much colder. He would not be as active and impetuous as the Extreme Marines.

"Of course, I'm calm. Perturabo's trident, these metal skeletons are more worthy of the battle cry of [Steel Inside and Out] than you." Hill retorted sarcastically. The blacksmith just nodded, pretending he heard nothing.

"Perturabo would like these metal skeletons." Dantioch muttered.

Once the moody Iron Lord receives news that displeases him, he never minds sending messengers into the Dreadnaught.

Several of Dantioch's friends were killed by the enraged Perturabo or were seriously injured and entered the Dauntless.

The Warsmith held a captured Necrons' Gauss-Splitter in his hand, which released the terrifying Gauss Rays and killed an Ultramarines.

"The Gaussian rays emitted by this weapon can destroy the atomic bonds of objects and destroy the structure at a microscopic level. So theoretically, whether it is an ordinary power armor or a Terminator armor, it will end in the same fate."

"The Terminator Armor may be able to last longer. After all, it is larger and thicker, and it takes longer to peel off its atoms." said the blacksmith.

Even these Necron warriors who were transformed from civilian bodies are equipped with such dangerous weapons.

It can be seen from this that this kind of Gauss weapon may be very common among the Necrons, and its status is equivalent to the questionable laser guns of the mortal auxiliary army.

Luo Xi has read all the data of the Necron Warrior, and he looks a little worried.

"We don't know if these Necrons will wake up, or if they will just wake up for a short period of time and then go back to sleep."

Even after killing the first wave of defenders, he still didn't feel relieved at all.

He knew very well that this wave of Necron warriors was just an appetizer, and those metal skeletons that had been sleeping for tens of millions of years would never give up.

Perhaps it was arrogance, or perhaps they were still reacting, which led them to send only fifteen Necron warriors to kill these uninvited guests.

"Sergeant Arkus."

"The 199th Company of Ultramarines stationed on the planet Sosa, build a defense line immediately and prepare for evacuation." Luo Xi said to the sergeant.

But Sergeant Akus had different ideas.

"Sir, we know that you came to Sosa at the request of the Primarch. You can board the spaceship and leave here, but—"

The sergeant's tone was calm, but there was no room for compromise.

"But we cannot leave. We are ordered by Lord Roboute Guilliman to guard Sotha and protect the Pharos facilities here. This is our duty."

Then, the stubborn Ultramarines sergeant began to contact his battle brothers through the communication channel, and Dantioch came over and patted Roche's shoulder with his iron palm.

"It's an unwise move. You actually want to scare a group of Extreme Warriors into abandoning their positions and fleeing before they even see the enemy." The blacksmith's tone was slightly sarcastic, but there was no smile in his eyes.

"They must have been with you for too long, and they've picked up the bad habits of the Iron Warriors." Luo Xi pushed the iron block on his shoulder away, which almost made him breathless.

"Get ready for battle. Those undead will dispatch more forces to kill us." Luo looked towards the top of Mount Faros. There was still cloud and mist there, and it seemed no different from when he came here.

"In their eyes, we are just a group of thieves who quietly break into their homes."

There was a heavy, oppressive feeling in the air, as if a storm was about to come.

The blacksmith didn't care at all. His face was blown by the wind in the valley and his hair was flying in disarray.

"Then let them try. If you want to conquer a fortress built by the Iron Warriors, you must pay a heavy price."

Chapter 117 The Great Collector

“They failed.”

In the pocket dimension, the awakened Necron Overlord watched as the Necron warriors on the battlefield were slaughtered by humans wearing power armor.

Its head hurts. The sudden awakening has messed up its thinking circuits. The long time has eroded its sanity and thinking ability.

But as the supreme ruler of this tomb world, the Undead Overlord still sits on his throne.

The Tomb Technician stood loyally by the side. He was the engineer and scientist among the Necrons, responsible for maintaining the normal operation of the tomb world and occasionally conducting Necron scientific research.

The tomb technician with the iconic one-eyed dragon appearance was waiting for the Overlord's order, but the Overlord who was awakened from his slumber was obviously not in good shape.

It leaned on its throne like an old human being, tapping its skull made of living metal with its palms.

The crisp knocking sounds echoed in the wide space.

"These useless warriors... let, let... what's that called?"

The Overlord tried hard to recall the more advanced guard forces, but its memory module could not feedback their names.

"Is it the Death Mark?" asked the Tomb Technician.

"Yes, yes, that's it. Let them cut off the heads of those damn flesh-and-blood primates." The Overlord seemed to have suddenly figured it out and immediately gave orders.

"Those lowly humans are not worthy of sending the noble Death Mark to another one."

The Overlord was stunned, and it vaguely felt that something was wrong.

It is clearly the overlord, how dare a mere tomb technician overstep his authority?

Does this dynasty have the final say, or do you?

In the open space nearby, the Tomb Technician held a scepter that was glowing with green energy. The green light in its single eye was much clearer and brighter than that of the Overlord.

What the sleepy overlord didn't see was that there wasn't much respect in the eyes of the tomb technician he trusted, but more of a kind of - amusement.

The Overlord, who had even forgotten the name of the Mark of Death, didn't care about this little thing. He scratched his head anxiously, and his thinking core simulated the feeling of "scratching" when he was still a flesh and blood creature.

As the overlord of the dynasty, the bio-transformation it underwent was naturally the most advanced one. It retained most of the memories from the Necrontyr period, and its thinking core was also able to simulate those precious emotions.

"What type of troops should I send? Technicians."

The necromancer bowed slightly, using the ancient etiquette of the Necrontyr.

"Send the Immortals and the Destroyers. They are just some insignificant humans. There is no need to fight them." The Tomb Technician unknowingly decided on the power to be sent on behalf of the Overlord, guiding it to make choices according to his will.

"Hmm... You're right. My most trusted technicians will be Immortal and Destroyer."

"Those useless civilians still disappoint me after being transformed into metal bodies. If it weren't for showing my mercy and kindness, I would never have given them this chance."

After showing his disdain and noble character, the overlord leaned back on the throne again, feeling the stuttering sensation coming from his body.

After confirming that the owner of the tomb world was indeed mentally ill, the tomb technician bypassed the Undead Overlord and walked directly into the treasure house of the dynasty in this remote place as if he was in an empty space.

It held the scepter leisurely, swaying and moving between various warehouses and static positions.

"This old guy still has some treasures. These precious things that record history should of course be handed over to me for safekeeping."

"Since you gave it to me sincerely, I will accept it out of mercy."

The tomb technician waved his scepter without hesitation, and the warehouse doors made of black stone and living metal were easily opened.

It waved its hand, and the things it liked were put into the pocket dimension it carried with it.

"Let the Mark of Death kill all those humans. What else can I collect? You are such a sleepy old fellow." The tomb technician spoke without any respect for the master of the tomb world.

"A few veterans who escaped the Istvaan V massacre, and a blue can with a red helmet. Hmm, good quality."

After it emptied the storeroom, it gently closed the door and said, "The most important thing is a little guy who has been sleeping since the 21st millennium of mankind."

"A human immortal, a miracle created by a one-in-a-billion mutation, a symbol of a short-lived species' attempt to climb the timeline."

"What a precious collection! They are part of a history that can never be erased."

The Necromancer returned to the presence of the Necron Overlord.

"Perhaps I can stage a historical event of the Great Escape in my museum and Prism Gallery, and the theme will be called "The Avengers of Istvaan"."

The Undead Overlord, who was scratching his head, looked at his tomb technician in astonishment. It seemed to have changed its appearance and was no longer the maintainer of the tomb world he knew.

"Who are you……??"

The Undead Overlord was about to say something because he saw some of his precious collections, some of which were even treasures from the Age of Necrontyr, being held in the hands of this guy.

"That's its thing!"

"Go back to sleep, old man," said the Necromancer, or rather the being that had taken over the Necromancer's living metal body.

The awakening protocol was terminated, and the Undead Overlord sat there with a blank mind. Some tomb spiders and tomb ghosts floated around and escorted the Undead Overlord into sleep again.

"They are really ignorant and ignorant people, their minds are full of fighting and killing."

The living metal squirmed and deformed, and the one-eyed Tomb Technician slowly turned into a Necromancer of a different appearance.

Trazyn, the Necron Overlord of the Nehrak Dynasty and curator of the Tomb World of Solemnas Art Gallery, known as the Infinite, has arrived here.

Of course, this was just a living metal body that it had snatched away.

This maverick Undead Overlord is completely different from other Undeads. It loves collecting and recording history, and often walks by controlling or taking over the metal bodies of other Undeads.