Chapter 591

Could it be true that Saint Doraemon will grant the Necrons a soul?

This thought made Phaeron Szarekh's thinking stagnate for a moment; he hurriedly shook his head to drive this thought out of his mind.

It wasn't because he was so loyal to the Silent King, but because the Silent King paid.

The Nihilakh Dynasty he belonged to was most fond of collecting wealth; that famous thief, Trazyn the Infinite, was legally an Overlord of the Nihilakh Dynasty, but this little thief never obeyed Szarekh's instructions.

Phaeron Szarekh himself also liked to collect wealth, but he was more moral than Trazyn; he preferred to obtain wealth from other Necron dynasties through trading.

And, compared to the ethereal thing of regaining a soul, Szarekh preferred wealth that filled the treasury.

For the final payment of the Silent King, Szarekh decided to try harder.

His will condensed, his thinking operated at high speed, and he soon realized that these humans were not completely immune to the Pariah Nexus.

They just had stronger resistance; as their front line got closer and closer to the blackstone spire, the effect of the anti-Warp field began to appear on them again.

Good, good... if they really had some kind of technology that was completely immune to the Pariah Nexus, Szarekh would have suspected that the Old Ones had awakened in them.

Szarekh narrowed his eyes slightly, and a whole set of tactics was organized in his mind instantly.

Since their goal was the blackstone spire, Szarekh would grant their wish.

"Retract the front line fifty kilometers back and re-establish the position ten kilometers near the blackstone spire."

"Where are the Crypteks? Shrink the anti-Empyrean field range of the blackstone spire to the planet's surface and increase its polarity by eighty-five percent."

Szarekh's words caused a commotion among the Crypteks.

"Phaeron, doing this will make the anti-Empyrean matrix unstable as a whole, and forcibly increasing the polarity by eighty-five percent will make the blackstone polarity unstable; when hit by high-intensity Warp energy, it may reverse its polarity and instead amplify the Warp." The Cryptek quickly informed Phaeron Szarekh of his concerns.

But Szarekh didn't care.

Affect the anti-Warp matrix as a whole? So what? The contract he signed with the Silent King was to protect the planet under his feet, not to protect the entire Pariah Nexus; the overall stability had nothing to do with him.

Secondly, when hit by high-intensity Warp energy, it may reverse its polarity and instead amplify the Warp.

Deceiver's foster, I've already maxed out the blackstone anti-Warp polarity, can there still be high-intensity Warp energy?

Szarekh's order was quickly executed, the Necron front line quickly began to shrink, and the Astra Militarum and Astartes also pursued them; in almost half a day, humans had advanced to the point where they could faintly see the blackstone spire.

Sure enough, as Szarekh expected, stasis phenomena began to appear among the humans again; many humans' actions began to become sluggish, and even those giants who had undergone genetic modification began to be affected by stasis, and the efficiency of combat became lower and lower.

And the Necrons' power was gathered in one place, with almost no loss, but instead became more powerful than when they were scattered before.

With this ebb and flow, according to Szarekh's logical analysis, humans should collapse soon.

But the situation expected did not happen.

Those humans shouted things like loyalty, for the Hua Hua Hua Di Huang, for Saint Doraemon, souls return to the Golden Wang Zuo, and the 22nd century, and actually blocked a wave of Necron attacks, killing many Necron troops in return, and instead stabilized their position.

Does this conform to logic? Is this reasonable?

Regardless of weapons, equipment, or troop strength, the Necrons were much stronger than humans.

And then they roared a few times and held the front line.

Could it be... a mistake by his commander, Phaeron Szarekh?

Can't be, he is a dignified Necron Phaeron, is his command ability not as good as that ordinary human with a cigarette in his mouth?

After several rounds of fighting, Szarekh had to admit,

he seemed to really be unable to play against that mortal.

Several rounds of attacks were blocked by the human troops commanded by that mortal named Creed.

But a mere short-lived mortal could be on par with him, a sixty-million-year-old Necron Phaeron, in command ability.

This race called humans really has some problems.

But it doesn't matter.

The stasis phenomenon is expanding, human soldiers are being consumed every moment, and his Necron army is endless and immortal.

"Gao Si rifles move up three centimeters! Volley!"

With a thought from Szarekh, the Necrons launched the thirteenth attack on the human position; the emerald fire of the Gao Si rifles instantly illuminated the dust-filled battlefield, followed by the laser rain and bolter tide of the human Astra Militarum; they seemed to have anticipated it and made preparations in advance.

But according to Szarekh's calculations, under the influence of the Pariah Nexus, humans should have approached their limit; this attack should at least be able to tear a gap in their position——————

Suddenly, Szarekh heard a crisp sound of footsteps on the battlefield; the roar of Gao Si weapons, the explosions of bolters, the whistling of tank tracks—there were so many sounds resounding, but they all gave way to those light footsteps.

This obviously did not conform to the laws of physics. Szarekh adjusted his vision and looked in the direction from which the sound came.

He saw a woman covered in shallow burns, her hair color like straw under the sun, wearing massive armor, holding a rolled-up flag, slowly climbing a mound in the center of the battlefield.

The hail of bullets around her seemed to be actively avoiding her... Szarekh's heart skipped a beat.

Sand and dust drifted on the battlefield, the smell of gunpowder smoke poured into his nasal cavity, and the breath of death rippled in the void.

But Jeanne did not feel fear.

Death is their authority, death is eternal sleep, death is the prelude to returning to the Golden Wang Zuo and the 22nd century.

But there is no tide of the Warp here, no flood of the Empyrean.

The barrier made of blackstone turned this place into a dead and pitch-black darkness; the gaze of the gods could not be cast down, and the evil energy of Chaos could not descend.

But this does not mean that the power of the Hua Hua Hua Di Huang and Saint Doraemon could not descend.

The Hua Hua Hua Di Huang is humanity, and humanity is the Hua Hua Hua Di Huang.

Saint Doraemon is the future of humanity, and the future of humanity is Saint Doraemon.

The connection between people and the two great existences is so close that even blackstone cannot completely isolate it.