Chapter 112

The pale green firelight of the Gauss blaster illuminated the pitch-black Pertita.

Anrakyr the Traveller, his whole body emitting a pale blue light, set foot on this cold planet.

His precious warriors, the burly Necron Immortals, walked by his side.

In the era when the Necrons were still Necrontyr, these Immortal warriors were the professional soldiers of the Necrontyr dynasties.

Their metal bodies were also larger and stronger than ordinary Necrons, pushing the front line forward like burly heavy hammers.

The enemies blocking them were the ugly and insane Flayed Ones.

These kinsmen of Anrakyr had now turned into insane monsters.

They were hunched over, draped in the skin and flesh of apes and animals, and sharp claws had grown out of their metal bodies.

The Flayed One curse was a curse of a dead C'tan upon the Necrons.

Anrakyr the Traveller felt annoyed by this.

These infected were undoubtedly a stain on the eternal hegemony of the Necron Empire.

And the dynasty sleeping within this planet named Pertita clearly also had this stain.

"It makes me want to vomit." Anrakyr the Traveller said with disgust,

even though he had long since lost the function of vomiting.

"Cleanse these Necrons who have succumbed to the 'Llandu'gor' curse."

Llandu'gor was the name of a C'tan, the Flayer "Llandu'gor".

The Necrons truly killed Him, rather than simply shattering Him into fragments.

Therefore, Llandu'gor cursed the Necrons, spreading a certain blasphemous cognitive virus.

Those infected by it would fall into insanity, becoming hungry for the flesh and blood of the living.

Anrakyr the Traveller's soldiers cleansed these Flayed Ones wandering on the planet's surface.

And at the same time, some other Necrons covered in orange light began to appear on the planet.

The orange-red light on their bodies seemed to be imitating the light of a star, radiating onto this cold planet,

creating a contrast with the cold blue light covering Anrakyr the Traveller's body.

Mephrit Dynasty.

Anrakyr the Traveller coldly recalled the identity of the sleeping tomb world on this planet.

The ruler of the Mephrit Dynasty was Overlord Zarathusa.

This dynasty was adept at harnessing the energy of stars, knowing how to use the immense heat of stars as energy or weapons.

They had now been awakened, awakened by the alarm of the Tyranid pest invasion.

And this alarm also summoned Anrakyr the Traveller.

Anrakyr the Traveller was not like those of his kin who had fallen into insanity, capricious and full of desire for destruction and ruin.

He came to rebuild the great Necron hegemony, so he could not let the Tyranid pests devour the worlds of his kin or even the entire galaxy.

He came for protection; he marched for reinforcement.

Anrakyr the Traveller moved his metal body, walking toward those Necrons emitting orange light.

"I am Anrakyr the Traveller, I am an Overlord, I am the Awakener, I march to reunify the Necron dynasties."

Anrakyr the Traveller declared proudly:

"I am your reinforcement, be grateful!"

Those Necrons emitting orange light stared dryly at Anrakyr the Traveller, like a group of real corpses.

"Oh." They responded to Anrakyr the Traveller's long-winded speech.

Anrakyr the Traveller felt deeply disappointed.

It seemed that the minds of these kin had been damaged during the long slumber; hopefully, their ruler still retained the most basic sanity.

"Take me to see your Overlord." Anrakyr the Traveller said.

Those Necrons emitting orange light moved their metal bodies slightly, making way for Anrakyr the Traveller.

"The great 'One Who Cannot Be Named', Zarathusa, is waiting for you." The Necron emitting orange light said.

"One Who Cannot Be Named"?

What a stupid title.

Anrakyr the Traveller thought so, and under the guidance of the Necrons emitting orange light, he walked into the pitch-black mountains...

On the scarlet sofa, Governor Augustus Flax lay like a mass of limp mud.

He shook the crystal wine glass in his hand, the treasured red wine swaying in the glass, the smell of alcohol and grapes filling the air.

This was the underground palace he had planned and designed for many years.

After the Tyranid swarm descended on the planet, Augustus Flax hid in here.

But he was not completely ignorant of everything outside. Long before the swarm descended, he had released a number of servoskulls into the city.

He could use this to observe the situation inside the city.

The streets of the lower hive of Fudia City were already crowded with all kinds of terrifying Tyranid organisms.

Augustus Flax observed these organisms crawling on the ground, devouring everything they could eat within their sight.

But the Astra Militarum had clearly made preparations in advance.

Before evacuating, they placed explosives in some buildings. When the Tyranid swarm entered them following the scent of biomass, these explosives would burst abruptly...

And in the few districts still held by the Astra Militarum, they set up street fortresses in the narrow streets.

Cadians and the local thugs of Ashford were guarding these street fortresses together... Huh?

Augustus Flax saw a familiar figure on the street fortress.

That figure also noticed the servoskull in mid-air and smiled, raising his head to look over here. Augustus Flax only felt the muscles of his whole body stiffen abruptly, and his whole body couldn't help but tremble.

Zhou Yun was standing in front of the servoskull looking at him, a terrifying smile on his mouth, his gaze as if piercing through the servoskull and stabbing directly into Augustus Flax's heart.

He raised the lasgun in his hand and pulled the trigger—

A scorching laser beam shot toward Augustus Flax.

"Ah-ya!!!!" Augustus Flax let out a terrified wail, as if the laser had truly pierced his body.

That servoskull was shot down. Augustus Flax hurriedly mobilized other nearby servoskulls.

As a result, before he could switch the screen over, these servoskulls burst in streaks of laser beams.

Augustus Flax was so terrified he almost vomited.

He curled up his body, hurriedly switching the screen away from the servoskull near Zhou Yun.

The display on the servitor continued to show the appearance of the city occupied by Tyranid organisms.

This scene instead made Augustus Flax feel at ease, as if the survival of the entire planet had nothing to do with him.

Suddenly, a shadow flashed past in front of the servoskull.

It was a huge, blasphemous monster, six or seven meters tall, with four sharp limbs and covered in a chitinous carapace.

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It twisted its triangular head and looked at the servoskull.

Those terrifying eyes flickered with malice, hatred, and resentment.

The crystal cup in Augustus Flax's hand fell to the ground and shattered, the bright red wine accumulating into a mass on the ground...

"Tiberius."

Augustus Flax suppressed his voice and read out the name of his brother.

It was coming; it was coming to find him.

Zhou Yun rubbed his eyes and woke up from the position of the lower hive street fortress.

The Astra Militarum on the battlefield often said that they didn't know whether tomorrow or death would come first.

But it seems that this time, for the Astra Militarum... tomorrow came first.

Zhou Yun stretched his muscles and bones and stood up from the floor mat.

General Droste sat beside him with an exhausted expression.

"Truly amazing." General Droste sighed: "Under the sound of gunfire, artillery fire, and the roars of the swarm, you were actually able to sleep."

Last night, the swarm only carried out small-scale harassment, but the sound of war was still deafening.

General Droste claimed to be battle-hardened, but he still couldn't do what Zhou Yun did, having such high-quality sleep on the battlefield.

Zhou Yun lay on the floor mat, and in less than a second, he entered a sweet sleep.

General Droste could only express envy at this.

Looking at General Droste's tired expression, Zhou Yun knew he hadn't rested well.

Yesterday's daytime battle successfully repelled the first wave of the swarm's offensive.

The swarm also needed time to digest the sixty percent of the lower hive area it had captured, and also needed time to hatch and manufacture new units to accumulate strength to launch the next round of offensive.

The soldiers of the Cadian Shock Troops were able to get a short rest opportunity, and Zhou Yun, General Droste, and Xiang Xiang Leina also obtained some sleep time respectively.

"How long did I sleep?" Zhou Yun rubbed his brow and said.

"About three hours." General Droste said with exhaustion.

His sleep quality couldn't compare to Zhou Yun's, and his whole body carried thick exhaustion.

Zhou Yun let out a breath, as if breathing out yesterday's exhaustion.

He was a mortal, not an Astartes or a Primarch, and would also be tired and exhausted.

But fortunately, his current sleep quality was high enough, and three hours of sleep were enough to eliminate quite a bit of exhaustion.

"Do you want to rest for a while more?" Zhou Yun stood up and asked, looking at the tired General Droste.

He knew that General Droste had undergone life-extension surgery, but he still revealed some signs of old age.

". Cadians are not that fragile." General Droste's tone tightened abruptly and said.

He stood up, his body straight, not like a person over a hundred years old.

For a moment, Zhou Yun even felt that the exhaustion on General Droste's body had dissipated out of thin air.

But soon Zhou Yun realized that General Droste had just hidden the exhaustion within his own body.

"Today is likely another tough battle." General Droste said in a calm voice.

The swarm had already gained a firm foothold on Ashford, and things like digestion pools, capillary towers, and incubation pools must have already begun to be built...

More and stronger Tyranid organisms would also appear more inside the hive city.

And there were also Genestealers, who hadn't shown their heads yet.

The two walked out behind the street fortress. Xiang Xiang Leina and Old One-Eye were standing beside a table behind the street fortress, looking at the map on it and frowning.

(End of chapter)