Chapter 592

Szarekh looked in disbelief as the human woman held a flag high and killed her way into the Necron army.

The Necron troops forged from living metal fell before this human of flesh and blood like rows of straw facing a harvester.

And the humans who launched the charge with her suddenly became fearless of death, roaring and entangled with the Necrons, not retreating at all in the face of Gauss weapons, and the Pariah Nexus seemed to have no effect on them.

No, this fucking definitely has a problem!

Just as Szarekh was in a daze, a quantum entanglement signal with high authority forcibly connected to his communication.

Before his eyes appeared a figure composed of sharp living metal, with four feet, a tall and slender body, and a single eye flickering with cold light, which could be called extremely grotesque even among the Necrons.

That metal monster, like a giant spider, was staying in his laboratory somewhere, standing in front of an operating table, on which lay a human with a terrified face.

This monster gently waved its slender hands like scalpels, and with a light movement, the human's body disintegrated before it, turning into streams of blood surging.

He was Illuminor Szeras, one of the top criminals in the Necron dynasty; it was he who turned biotransference into reality, and he had always firmly believed that what he did was correct for tens of millions of years, believing that biotransference was the necessary path for Necron evolution.

Now that the Silent King had returned, he had actually found this guy again and given him great funding to study how to reverse biotransference and turn Necrons back into flesh and blood.

It is said that some good results have been achieved, but Szarekh had always been vigilant about Szeras.

Illuminor Szeras just performed research while saying to Szarekh: "I know you are in trouble."

As he spoke, several light screens appeared before Szarekh, filmed from various angles, showing the human woman named Jeanne fighting.

Szarekh's army was like paper in front of this woman.

Szarekh narrowed his eyes slightly; this shooting angle, so comprehensive and so tricky, was it from within a pocket dimension?

He had no good feelings for the Illuminor; after all, this guy was one of the culprits of the Necron biotransference, and even in Szarekh's heart, Illuminor Szeras was more disgusting than the Silent King.

Even the Silent King had to admit the mistakes he made back then, while Szeras was still refusing to admit it.

"I can help you solve this trouble." Illuminor Szeras stared at Szarekh with his single eye glowing with strange light: "Using my method."

His method?

Szarekh let out an extremely cold snort.

He of course knew what Szeras's method was, nothing more than the despicable and shameless Deathmarks.

These despicable snipers and assassins could travel between pocket dimensions at will, almost impossible to guard against.

But assassination was too dishonorable, and many Phaerons of Necron dynasties were not willing to use Deathmarks, and the ancient Necrontyr war etiquette also required that Deathmarks should not be used against other nobles.

The images just now were obviously filmed by Deathmarks from within a pocket dimension.

But Szeras, this beast, this bastard, didn't care about honor, but he, Phaeron Szarekh, did.

If honor was gone, how could he do business with other dynasties and earn wealth to fill his treasury?

"Get out!" Szarekh roared and refused.

Szeras shrugged, seeming not to care much.

"If you can capture her alive, you can hand her over to me; I am very interested in her————of course, I will pay you any reward you want."

After Szeras finished speaking, he cut off the communication.

Szarekh snorted coldly, not intending to follow Szeras's order.

This bastard Illuminor was the person in charge of the anti-Empyrean field appointed by the Silent King.

But Szarekh was just hired by the Silent King; his duty was just to guard this planet, so what did Szeras's order have to do with him?

Szarekh intended to end this war in the way of Necron nobles.

Jeanne was like a burning dark golden sun, rolling into the Necron position with wild fire, and in the blink of an eye, she burned a group of Necron warriors who were trying to shoot at her into ashes.

A Necron Overlord saw this and swung a phase warscythe to kill Jeanne; this Necron Overlord had an amulet engraved with the dynasty's mark hanging on his chest.

That was a Shadow Medal, a void generator, a Necron creation that could isolate the influence of the Warp.

This Overlord probably thought that something had gone wrong with the blackstone spire, which was why Jeanne's psychic power had not been suppressed, so he wore this Necron anti-Warp weapon, trying to suppress Jeanne's psychic power.

"Die, beast, take your Warp psychic tricks with you——————"

But Jeanne's reaction speed exceeded the Necron Overlord's expectations; she seemed to know the Necron Overlord's actions in advance, very lightly dodging his attack.

The war flag drew a golden trajectory in the air, the power spear on the flagpole whistled and flickered, directly piercing into the Necron Overlord's chest.

Scorching golden flames swirled and burned, pouring out from the spearhead and into the Necron Overlord's chest.

"Wh————" The Necron Overlord screamed in disbelief, but in the blink of an eye, he turned into a pile of ashes, dissipating under the fierce wind on the battlefield.

"This is not psychic power." Jeanne said calmly: "We prefer to call it faith."

Even the living metal of the Necrons could not withstand the scorching fire of faith.

The fire burned in Jeanne's body, flowing under her skin.

The Necron Overlord's Immortals tried to surround Jeanne, but Jeanne just flashed, waving the war flag in her hand, and the scorching flames swallowed all those Immortals.

The Astra Militarum soldiers who witnessed this scene let out a deafening war cry.