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Why did the Necromancer's flagship suddenly appear above Macragge?

Which undead dynasty suddenly decided to get involved in this matter?

What exactly is their purpose in coming here?

"We received... a communication from the other party."

"Connect the voice," Huron commanded.

This is more important than getting the crew to follow discipline.

The sound receiver emitted a hissing sound, which then transformed into sound. This sound then rose into the invisible air, eventually forming a vivid image.

Is this a psionic trick? Huron wasn't sure, but he could see that the person he was talking to... wasn't a necromancer.

"Hey, isn't this the Great Whirlpool Timely Rain, the Milky Way Protector Hulun? What's up? Came to wish your old man a happy birthday?"

The red-haired man said sarcastically as soon as he approached, "If you don't recognize Huron, then..." A handsome white-haired man beside him gave a knowing smile.

Who are you?

Huron scratched lightly with his Tyrant Claw, his agitation bordering on unease. The ionization refracted in the air, giving off an ozone-like smell... but what bothered him even more were these two unknown individuals.

Why are two humans on the flagship of the Necromancers in space?

Why does Huron always feel like his heart is about to stop when he sees them?

"We're your grandpas!!" Angron roared with laughter.

"Huron, we don't care about your issues with Guilliman, we'd even love to see you and Guilliman acting like 'father and son'... but we're fucking heading to Macurag now, so don't be ungrateful!"

Such remarks essentially trampled on the dignity of the Lord of the Great Whirlpool.

Even someone as patient as Huron was finding it hard to contain his anger at this moment.

But he still held back, incredibly enduring it.

There was no response, for someone else had already answered for him. The Terminus Est, much larger than Huron's flagship, hovering above Macurag's orbit, had already turned its guns on!

Although most of the Death Guard's forces have been airdropped to Macragge, the Death Guard's flagship still possesses formidable combat power.

It was not a Queen of Glory-class ship like the former Fourteenth Legion Deathguard flagship, the Endurance, but it caused far more damage than the former.

Just as Typhons was more "useful" than Mortalian... and now, the End has long since become a nightmare that terrifies the Empire!

"Huron, you coward!"

As soon as Typhon answered the call, he launched into a tirade of insults...

The words that spewed from his throat, which was covered in mucus and pus, were as foul and nauseating as he was.

"You have betrayed your loving father's trust! You actually backed down in the face of the alien threat. Now take a good look at the difference between a half-baked coward like you and us!"

After saying that, Typhons unilaterally cut off the communication, while at the same time the End began to turn around, with its artillery array aimed at the alien warship.

The dripping sphincter muscles are arranged along the ship's side, periodically expelling waste into the air;

When enemy ships came within range, they convulsively coughed up rapid jets of corrosive debris.

These destructive weapons, infused with the power of the warp, can incinerate any defense...

At the same time, any oracle that detects his warship will directly suffer from the "Destroyer Plague".

But this time, they chose the wrong opponent.

First, the Destroyer Plague, blessed by Nurgle, cannot directly corrode warships made from living metal...

And Nurgle obviously didn't have time to release its rust plague, which can corrode living metal, at that moment.

Secondly, as a large warship, the Heavenly Punishment-class tomb ship is equipped with an engine system that can only be described as insane—

The Tombstone Gate not only allows ships to directly open wormholes for safe warp travel, but also enables them to perform the most common tactics of Necromancer warships.

"Battleship-class boarding!"

In the blink of an eye, just as the End had finished switching its formation, the Graveyard ship disappeared into the wormhole behind it.

Typhons, who was in command of the battle, realized that things were going badly, but it was too late to order a change of direction!

The naval battles taking place in this universe are not much different from the ancient naval battles that humans fought on Terra. The massive spaceships still face difficulties in turning in this sea of ​​stars.

Even warships corrupted by subspace forces still have to follow certain "laws of physics" in the real universe.

"Cuck!"

Typhons let out an angry but powerless roar, but the dark green particle whip had already struck the void shield of the Enderman hard—no, the attack went straight through the void shield!

It's a tomb killer. This tomb ship, belonging to the Nihilak dynasty, is equipped with a miniature Blackrock Fortress-like device... and its function is simple: to directly suppress subspace!

He certainly couldn't stitch the Eye of Terror together like he did with Blackrock Fortress... but interfering with a Void Shield was incredibly easy for him!

The thick, dark green particle whip swept directly over the top of the End... The massive sphincter-like growths were instantly vaporized by the temperature exceeding that of a star!

The start of the inertial-free engine caused the ship to spin at an incredible angle and move away at high speed after giving the End of the Ship a sharp lash!

However, the End of the Line, which needs to take inertia into account, didn't have time to turn around, and then the same thing happened again.

The Graveyard Ship's star generator pierced directly through the End's engine...

This warship that Typhon was so proud of looked as ridiculous as a monkey being toyed with by the enemy!

Typhons was furious, but what could he do when the technological gap between the undead and humans was simply immeasurable?

Is this result outrageous? Not at all. This is still the Nihilak Dynasty, which doesn't study fleet warfare technology much. If this were the Neferrih Dynasty's warships, they could even transform their living metal into the form of light and physically penetrate the enemy's warships at an astonishing speed!

Fortunately, Tuffons' work, besides science, was largely "metaphysical"...

"Dear Father, please help me!!"

Accompanied by Typhon's pleas and the self-sacrifice of the psionicists aboard the End!

The benevolent father of the subspace smiled lovingly and, with a wave of his hand, released a virus directly onto the Heavenly Punishment-class tomb ship!

It's the Rust Virus! A virus created by the benevolent Father specifically to combat the undead in space!

In an instant, the green-glowing undead skin of the space necromancer was instantly coated with a layer of chilling rust, and at the same time, the inertial-free engine began to applaud, and the jumping of the tomb door was forced to stop.

The benevolent father, who spared no expense for this operation, directly blocked the warship's subspace wormhole in a short time!

This period won't be long, because the loving father also has to consider the effort he's put into it.

But a shameless evil god could easily solve these troublesome problems by personally intervening.

Typhons, of course, wouldn't let this opportunity pass. While loudly praising his benevolent father, he fiercely gave the order...

"Move the boat closer to me!!"

He's going to kill everyone up there!

94. He single-handedly destroyed the army!

"Why should we care about these monkeys? Wouldn't it be better for us if they fought each other?"

When Evelynn led the Death Army to support Macragge on the orders of the Eternal King, she heard such doubts more than once.

Many Eldar have demonstrated through real-life examples that increasing age merely represents an increase in experience, not necessarily an increase in wisdom.

Even though it was the Eternal King's command, these Eldar warriors remained skeptical of Everene's orders.

Their upbringing and ingrained arrogance make them no less xenophobic than human empires.

This is not surprising, after all, humans and the Eldar have maintained an enemy or rival relationship for a long time... and if you were asked to fight to the death for an enemy's country, how many people would be willing to do so?

Even if most people know the importance of politics, only a minority will understand and be willing to become political sacrifices.

After several attempts to persuade her, Evelynne finally understood this.

Those in high positions should never expect those at the bottom to understand their grand plans, nor should they expect their persuasion to dissuade them.

This is not to say that the latter is short-sighted and stupid, but in a world where just living is a struggle, it is a pipe dream to expect everyone to have a grand vision.

So there's no need to explain anything; let actions speak for themselves. And there's no need to care what they question; they have no choice anyway.

"We've arrived."

Using the network, Evelyn's Death Army, consisting of only a Shadow Hunter-class frigate, managed to infiltrate the vicinity of Macragge.

The extensive network of tunnels gives the Eldar unparalleled mobility in this universe... and for the mission the Death Legion is about to undertake, they don't need a large force.

The Imperials are highly reactive, especially to the Xenomorph army.

If the forces from the Arkworld were to come to Macragge, it might turn into a situation where the humans put aside their hostility and kill the aliens first.

"What should we do next, High Priest? Go and shed blood for those humans?"

The Shadow Prophet, who had joined the Death Army, stared at the Death Daughter before him and questioned her in a heavy tone. She had left the theater troupe to follow the Death Army because she was a restorationist of the Eldar Empire.

It's understandable to hate humans, after all, the galaxy can hardly accommodate two empires now.

But now that they are helping humans, it makes her very uncomfortable.

"We are not shedding blood for humanity, but for the future of our race."

Evelynn gripped the Sorrowful Sword, Cavill, and watched the carnage and surging waves that pierced the galaxy, speaking in a calm tone…

"Without human help, we are destined to be unable to defeat our great enemy. They will not leave us the opportunity to reap the benefits. We need humans to restrain most of the power of chaos."

"Most of that power was caused by humanity itself," the Shadow Prophet murmured, glancing at the warships crisscrossing the void outside the window, and sneered...

"Just like now... monsters created from the same human genes have been killing each other for ten thousand years."

“But we still need them, that’s the reality.” Evelynn gazed at the Shadow Prophet and said softly…

“Our warriors will not die. As long as I am here, the souls of all the unfortunate will fall into the great cycle. Even if they lose their memories and past, the cycle of rebirth continues.”

The Shadow Prophet's silence meant that all Eldar who might oppose Evelynn's ideas had also fallen silent.

Their eternal king, who ruled over a pantheon that was rebuilt, was mostly populated by "humans," even if they were unwilling to admit it.

They cannot give up the cyclical life brought about by the infinite loop...

And this alone was enough to force the Elven race, who originally hated humanity, to set aside their hatred...

They even actually acted according to the ideas of Eldrad and Evelynn.

After all, no matter which universe or race, the most numerous are the Japanese.

Above Macragge's orbit, the Huron Red Pirates' forces, in coordination with the Word Bearers, had completely destroyed Macragge's orbital defense system... At this moment, a large number of landing pods were falling towards Macragge like raindrops.

This means that the war has entered its most brutal phase, and that the fall of Makula is imminent.

And reinforcements?

The subspace storm that engulfed the entire Macurag was just like the one that once shrouded the Solar System... although much smaller in scale, it still ensured one thing.

Reinforcements may arrive in the next moment, but that next moment may never come.

It's ridiculous. Last time it was Guilliman and his Ultra Warriors who were always late, and now it's the people who want to help the Ultra Warriors who are always late.

"Let's go straight to Hel Fortress, to the place where the Primarch of Human Genes lies dormant!"

Evelynn lightly waved Cavill's hand, and said in a low voice amidst the leaping arcs of electricity...

"We'll be identified as the enemy. Don't we need to communicate with humans first?"

“At a time like this, no communication will be of any use. These Astartes will crush any enemy that might threaten their Father of Genetics into dust.” Evelyn stroked the blade expressionlessly.

"So let's be direct. Don't try to communicate with these Astartes who are obsessed with fanaticism. Go talk to their Primarchs directly!"

……

"It's snow! It's covered in snow!"

Standing on the outer deck of the undead warship, Angron watched the approaching Endship in the distance, letting out a strange, bewildered shout...

Fugen, looking disgusted, took a few steps away from the mad Angron and began to circulate his somewhat sluggish magnetic field power... about 450,000 horsepower was enough for Fugen to move around freely in space.

"So what's the plan, brother?"

"Plan? Are you sure you want to ask me about plans?" Angron glanced at Fugen and scoffed...

"You just don't want to go on that snowboat."

Fugen remained silent, but tacitly agreed with Anglon's statement.

Although he believes he is changing his original flaw of pursuing perfection, there are some traits he would never change.