Warhammer: Expedition to the Multiverse from 30k

"From our perspective as bystanders, the turmoil at the end of the Dark Technological Age was caused by the faults of humans, artificial intelligence, and of course the warp."

"All individuals did what they thought was right, which cannot be simply divided into right and wrong. However, from the perspective of racial sentiment and standpoint, I think your Iron Man did nothing wrong."

"If the Iron Men hadn't stopped you, those crazy lunatics would have made this real universe even worse. They are a group of bastards who are even more incredible than the Ancient Elves!"

Roxi was very unhappy with Taraxin's riddle-like conclusion. A simple matter was made unclear by these riddlers, which could lead to terrible consequences.

But before the old man could continue asking questions, Taraxin opened a dark green dimensional rift from behind him and kicked Roxi into it.

"You long-winded boy, I hope you're still alive and well when we meet next time."

Luo Xi was dragged by Sousa's gravity again and fell heavily to the floor of the command room.

"it hurts!"

Trazyn's kick was not light, and he felt that his ribs were almost broken.

He lay on the ground, gasping for air, his ribs and lungs aching, and everything around him seemed to recover from its stagnation.

The Iron Hands, who had discovered the clues, rushed to Luo Xi's side in the blink of an eye. They scanned the surrounding environment extremely nervously, but found nothing.

They helped Roshi up. On the battlefield outside, flying bombs exploded on the immortals' bodies, and Gauss rays penetrated the defense of the metal barrier and disappeared without a trace.

All the Necrons seemed to have crashed and lost all ability to respond.

"Everyone stop it!"

Luo Xi understood that the Necron Overlord had already taken back control of the Necrons on the battlefield, and all that remained were empty shells.

Nikona walked out of the shadows with a power sword in both hands. This powerful Raven Guard warrior slaughtered a large number of Undead Immortals. Luo Xi felt that his aura was even more terrifying, like some kind of nightmare walking in the midnight, ruthlessly reaping all enemies.

"The war is over," said Roche.

As his orders were given, all the Astartes warriors who came with him stopped killing, while the Ultramarines of the 199th Company looked at the reactions of their battle brothers hesitantly, but chose to obey the orders.

Just as Luo Xi said, all the undead units on the battlefield were offline, and now only some mindless shells were left.

"What happened? Why are all these guys down?"

Hill was covered in the mud of war. He had always been at the front line, assisting Dantioch in commanding the defense of the stronghold.

His martial arts skills were not as good as Nikonna's, but in terms of overall command and judgment on the battlefield, the son of Corax was indeed far inferior to the son of Guilliman.

Like his father, he has the calmest mind, and his powerful multi-threaded thinking enables him to deal with multiple emergencies on the battlefield at the same time.

"I met with a high-ranking Necrons." Luo Xi said, "We reached some deals. In short, we will not be hunted down by Sosa's Necrons."

Hill nodded and didn't ask any further questions. It was obvious that something happened when they were not paying attention.

Those metal skeletons used their amazing technology to completely fool these Space Marines.

"The Necrons we encountered are all mindless puppets. It would be meaningless even if we annihilate them all here."

Aeneid Hill felt somewhat powerless. "Facing such an enemy, it is futile to fight a war of attrition with them. Our soldiers will become tired and suffer casualties, while the dead enemies will only return to the rear to regenerate."

"This is completely different from most of the aliens we have encountered. I think our response plan should classify races like the Necrons separately and use all means to try to target them."

"It's a good idea you have, Hill. I support your vision."

This is the difference between Aeneid Hill and others. While all the Space Marines are obsessed with destroying the enemy in front of them and completely cutting off the enemy's reinforcements, this Extreme Marine who has turned the red helmet into a visionary glory has been thinking about how to establish a complete anti-Necromancer tactical system.

"Fortunately, we still have plenty of time, Sergeant."

When it comes to war and command, Luo Xi is not good at it, but he also has his own advantages: leaving professional matters to professionals.

All he can do is provide sufficient conditions and support so that these brilliant ideas can become reality.

The Space Marines began to clean up the battlefield. They would recover the bodies of the Necrons that had crashed on the battlefield. Immortals, Scorpion Destroyers, Tomb Spiders, Cerberus Scarabs and other Necron units were stuffed into stasis positions by the accompanying Mechanicus Tech-Priests.

Although their crusaders were almost wiped out in this battle, not a single oil man felt disappointed. Instead, their mind cores were heating up with extreme excitement.

Samples, they obtained a large number of precious samples, an alien race that had completed mechanical ascension and completely transformed its race from flesh and blood life to living metal form.

This has almost infinite appeal to the Mechanicus priests who advocate mechanical transformation and make their own forms more like the God of Machines.

And Roshi wandered on the still steaming battlefield. Although this was just a small test by the Necrons, a large number of mortal auxiliary troops and Space Marines were still killed.

Individuals hit by Gaussian rays would not even have their ashes left, so battlefield cleanup crews would not even be able to recover the bodies of those who died in the battle.

He picked up a handful of warm embers from the ground, a look of doubt in his eyes. From the time they came to Sotha, activated Pharos, and then awakened the Necrons sleeping in the dimensional space.

Is all this... just too much of a coincidence?

Chapter 128 The Endless and the Astrologer

coincidence?

Sorry, there are no coincidences in most things in this world.

The Overlord of Solemnas was holding his Staff of Empathy and Annihilation, and was walking unsteadily in his museum.

It locked the treasures it had found from the weak Necron dynasty on Sotha into the stasis field, and Trazyn's consciousness was rejoicing at the collection of another piece of the Necrontyr civilization.

Suddenly, a heavy metallic friction sound came from behind it.

The Undead Overlord didn't even turn his head, fiddling with his new collection, and spoke slowly.

"My museum welcomes all visitors, including my people, humans, Eldar, and even those green-skinned orcs, but——"

"Not even you, damned Orikan!"

As he spoke, Trazyn swung his Empathic Annihilation Staff, releasing a dark green energy beam, firing at another Necromancer who came to his side.

The Necron named Orikan simply moved its body. The "time cloak" it was equipped with wove different time streams together to form a shield composed of chaotic time streams.

However, the beam fired by Trazyn did not match the time flow of the shield, so this powerful attack had no effect on Orikan.

"I knew it, I knew it, there's something wrong with the time membrane on Sosa, it's you, the damn guy, playing with time again."

It seemed like Taraxin had known this for a long time, and was not surprised at all that his attack missed. Or rather, it would have been really strange if the attack had actually hit the old guy.

Because this uninvited guest is its "old friend", the prophet of the Necrons and the most skilled astrologer. Even when they were still Necrontyr, Orikan could predict the future through the movement patterns of the stars.

This guy was a close confidant of the last Silent King. He was also the only one who thought that the Deceiver's plan was a conspiracy when the entire Necrontyr tribe believed the Deceiver and threw their entire race into the bio-transmutation furnace.

Astrologer Orikan looks completely different from Trazyn, with a single dark green eye embedded in a long and narrow metal face, and a circle of light golden structures surrounding the back of the ear to the top of the skull.

"Haha, you are the same, aren't you? According to my calculations, you should be on the other side of the galaxy, continuing your shameful petty thefts."

"You should have rescued a group of Space Marines who were holding out on the path of that Warp Puppet Warmaster, and then locked them in your box to watch those boring plots over and over again."

Trazyn stroked his metal head and paced around the table.

"You too, aren't you? Why? You've come to Sosa, too, but you've been refusing to show up? Go meet that little fellow?"

"Or are you too embarrassed to stand up when you see me here? Oh my Orikan, you are too shy."

The tone of the Undead Overlord suddenly became coy and salty, but in front of it, Orikan, holding the Staff of Prophecy and wearing the Cloak of Time, still had a serious expression.

"I can't see that human on the timeline, but I am sure that the revival of our race will be related to him. As for you, you are just doing it for your vulgar hobby. If you really dare to collect that human, I will take action."

The two also had high status among the Necrons. As soon as they met, they began to attack each other mercilessly, but their goal was the same - to find Roche.

"So you are here on behalf of the Triarchal Council this time?"

"The Silent King has ordered." Orikan said.

"Then who do you think my coming here means? Orikan? The absolute, great, correct astrologer?" Trazyn taunted mercilessly.

"You idiot, if your predictions are interfered with by the unpredictable, your predictions will fail. And you will use the ability of a time sorcerer to go back to the past and physically rewrite events that are not within your predictions - this is also called prophecy?"

The two Necrons gradually escalated their quarrel from verbal abuse to the level of armed confrontation, with the Staff of Empathy and Annihilation versus the Staff of Prophecy. The scepters in their hands, which possessed many incredible psychic powers and technologies, were no different from wooden sticks picked up from the roadside.

If the Space Marines and the Eldar who were in stasis could see this scene, they would probably laugh out loud.

Trazyn, the Infinite who loves collecting, and Orikan who can travel through time to modify history, two famous Necrons, are now fighting each other with dung forks like two human peasant women.

Their moves were full of loopholes, and their strength and speed failed to fully realize the potential of their living metal bodies.

"What are you wondering? You are allowed to stay in Sosa and try to build a good relationship with that human? You are giving away technology and giving some information about the human's past. It's too obvious."

Orikan's mind left his body and began to wander in the tomb world following the circuits and programs, while Trazyn immediately followed him, and the two chased each other.

The material body is not their essence. Since being born in the bio-conversion furnace, these Necrons born from the wreckage of the Necron have long been another existence.

"What about you? How many times did you secretly rewrite the timeline while I was communicating with that human boy? If I hadn't noticed that there was an abnormality in the time membrane of this area, I wouldn't have known that you had been here."

The two people's consciousness shuttled through the system of the tomb world. The last moment they were chasing each other in a snow-themed exhibition hall, and the next moment they came to a stasis stand where a huge green-skinned orc was imprisoned.

The big guy in the stasis field is not the same as the green-skinned orcs wreaking havoc outside. This guy called Kork Orc is twelve meters tall, and his frozen body is covered with crude exoskeleton armor, which is far beyond the imagination of today's orcs.

"You dare?!" Trazyn's voice screamed.

However, the Scryer did not hesitate. It used its consciousness to shut down the stasis protocol that imprisoned the Kork orcs, and Trazyn immediately arrived and fixed the error in a microsecond.

The eyes of the ancient orc only lit up slightly before falling into eternal silence again.

"You old bastard, don't you know how difficult this green-skinned war machine created by the Creator is? How dare you!"

Trazyn cursed without grace, but the latter just sneered.

"Didn't you violate the dynasty's ban and secretly hide one? If it escapes, what does it have to do with me?"

The two continued to chase each other in the system, and the next moment they possessed two Space Marines who were bound by stasis.

These Astartes have the Undead's Heart-Binding Scarabs placed in their bodies, which can control their thoughts and intentions to a great extent.

The two controlled the bodies of the Astartes warriors and continued their fight like shrews strangling each other.

The two Emperor's angels rolled around on the ground like hooligans, stabbing each other's eyes, noses and other vital parts with their fingers.

Highly acidic saliva spurted out, and Taraxin and Orikan smeared each other's faces with their saliva.

The Space Marine's reinforced skin was sizzling and smoking under the corrosive acid, and Orikan left the body again. After all, this was Trazyn's territory, and no matter how noisy it was, the Infinite would still be the ones causing trouble.

It was thinking about its next target, and then it saw a giant alien insect creature covered with a horrible chitinous shell and holding two symbiote swords in its hands.

Orikan drilled into the insect's brain without hesitation, but when it was about to control the insect, it crawled out of the giant insect's head with a wail of pain and shock.

Trazyn's triumphant smile was spreading. It proudly recorded the scene of Orikan's defeat. The bug imprisoned in the stasis field was not a native creature of the galaxy. In fact, it came from outside the galaxy.

In the future, these bugs will be named Tyranids by humans, and it will also have the great reputation of being the overlord of the hive.