Chapter 600

"Him?"

When Thor heard that cold voice, he froze for an instant.

Who is he?

Thor had completely lost contact with the Empire; he knew nothing of its condition, and the Empire knew nothing of his.

Under these circumstances, he could not possibly have reinforcements—unless Saint Dora the Dream appeared.

But Saint Dora the Dream had fallen into slumber decades ago and no longer walked among mortals.

Yet at that moment, a crisp sound of a door opening suddenly rang out, piercingly clear in the empty cabin.

Before Thor could comprehend what was happening, a whistling sound tore through the air.

A warhammer, too massive even for an Astartes, shot forth from behind Immotek and slammed straight toward his metallic skull.

The warhammer surged with roaring thunder, resembling a lightning storm hurtling through space; Immotek's warrior instincts flared—he twisted instantly, raising his Staff of Annihilation to block the incoming hammer.

Atoms themselves were torn apart in an instant; searing emerald-green lightning clashed with the warhammer.

But to Immotek's shock, the lightning unleashed by his necrotic-tech staff failed to stop the massive hammer—as if the craftsmanship behind the hammer surpassed even his own.

The emerald lightning shattered in an instant; the warhammer struck like a meteor at the Storm King's face.

In Immotek's hollow eyes, green light flickered rapidly; the Necron Overlord displayed peerless martial skill, swinging his Staff of Annihilation to intercept the hammer, instantly draining its force.

The warhammer grazed Immotek's body and crashed into the metal floor, causing the entire ship to shudder slightly.

Immotek whirled toward the source of the door's sound and saw a reddish-pink wooden door standing abruptly amid the pitch-black cabin, as if existing on a different layer from its surroundings.

Before Immotek could react, a brilliant flash of teleportation light erupted beside him.

"Vulcan was right—the hammer should've had a teleport beacon."

A scent—like black mandrake, night-blooming cereus, and vanilla—passed through the air; suddenly, a tall, slender figure of interwoven purple and gold appeared in Immotek's peripheral vision.

The figure seized the warhammer and swung its head directly at Immotek.

Immotek extended his left claw; the flame gauntlet on it ignited with emerald-green flames and clashed against the warhammer.

But this hammer condensed the wisdom of at least three Primarchs—Forged by Fulgrim, modified by Ferrus, and refined over ten thousand years by Perturabo; even the power of Necron weaponry seemed feeble before it.

Immotek's arm twisted, cracked, and shattered instantly under the hammer's blow, reduced to a mangled mass of metal.

The Storm King's logic core processed at maximum speed—he severed his own arm and immediately retreated from the purple-and-gold figure.

His arm restored itself in an instant; this was the trait of Necron living metal—the higher the rank of the Necron body, the more advanced and exquisite its self-repair, the faster its regeneration.

Immotek's Sautek Dynasty was among the most powerful in the entire Necron Empire; his body's strength ranked among the very top of all Necrons, second only perhaps to the Silent King.

Immotek stepped back, and the surrounding spacetime blurred instantly—he and the towering purple-and-gold figure were now over ten meters apart.

But in that same instant, several Astartes appeared behind him, as if they had anticipated his teleportation precisely.

These Astartes wore power armor interwoven with purple, gold, and white, identical to Thor's—but all were rare Underworld-class Terminators.

Their armor was lavishly adorned, layered with golden carvings of wings and eagles, gems of red and purple gleaming brilliantly; in their hands they held not common power swords, but power lances resembling those of the Imperial Guard.

Their sharp lance tips interlocked into a lethal net, stabbing directly at Immotek.

This sudden assault forced Immotek's logic core to accelerate further; the cold, emerald coolant within him surged violently.

How had these Astartes suddenly appeared beside him?

Not a pocket dimension, no High Heaven reaction—it was as if this was an entirely new technology, utterly alien to all known spatial techniques in this universe.

Yet Immotek reacted swiftly; his metallic cloak shuddered violently, and countless Blood-Emperor beetles surged outward in a silver tide.

These nano-mechanical Holy Beetles were originally meant to infiltrate enemies' bodies stealthily, luring Necron Skin- Bozhe into ambush—but now Immotek used them directly as weapons.

The boundless silver tide surged toward the Astartes, briefly halting their advance.

But at that moment, an Astartes clad in Mark IV power armor from the Great Crusade suddenly appeared before Immotek.

His power armor, too, was interwoven with purple and gold—but unlike the Terminators, it bore numerous markings of phoenixes, the number three, and laurel wreaths; moreover, his body was inscribed with countless battle oaths, sharp and glaring, like terrifying curses etched in scripture.