Chapter 594

The Deathmark who was the first to pop his head out of the pocket dimension only felt a subtle sound of wind that was almost imperceptible, and saw a sharp energy needle pressing toward his forehead.

The Deathmark's logic brain hadn't understood this scene when that slender crystal energy needle pierced his forehead, killing him with one blow.

The body of this Deathmark, which had lost its head, drooped and fell from the pocket dimension, falling heavily on the gravel-filled ground.

This sudden scene made the other Deathmarks who were entering reality from the pocket dimension stay for an imperceptible moment.

Their logic brains couldn't understand the logic of this scene.

They, the dignified Deathmarks, were actually sniped???

Then in the next moment, the Deathmarks reacted at the fastest speed; according to the way the Deathmark just died, the Deathmarks quickly judged that this was an attack from some kind of Aeldari weapon.

"Confirmation: Aeldari Ranger-type sniper rifle!"

"Confirmation of attack target: Aeldari!"

"Anti-sniper program loaded!"

The weapon used for sniping came from the Aeldari, could snipe Deathmarks, and the Deathmark's perception program couldn't directly observe the opponent.

According to the situation before them, the Deathmark's logic program quickly made a judgment: this was clearly an attack from some Aeldari sniper.

The Deathmark's killing program was extremely efficient and reacted almost instantly.

Although they didn't observe the Aeldari's position, in that short moment, the Aeldari didn't have time to complete the transfer.

According to the quantum trajectory, they instantly found the direction from which the energy needle was shot.

The logic mechanism instantly calculated the position of the unknown Aeldari sniper, and the Deathmark aimed directly at the brain, neck, and heart of that unknown Aeldari sniper.

The neuro-disruptor pulled the trigger, subatomic particles concentrated into lepton beams, and shot in the direction from which the crystal energy needle was shot.

Hobian White-Deer stared dumbfoundedly at the emerald beams that had just brushed over his head.

If he were just a little taller, if he weren't a Ratling mouse...

Being a mouse has its benefits!!

Hobian White-Deer didn't hesitate at all and quickly began to transfer his position.

He guessed that it was because of the weapon he used that the unknown opponents misjudged him as an Aeldari, so the first round of attacks just now were all aimed at the Aeldari's vital points.

But those pointed ears were all too tall, and Hobian's height was at best at their thighs, so the volley just now all missed.

But such good luck could only happen once at most; the opponent was obviously making a judgment in an extremely fast speed to prevent Hobian from transferring his position, which led to the misjudgment.

But before transferring his position, Hobian still fired another shot in the distance based on his perception of death and the instinct of his body.

He didn't worry that this shot wouldn't hit; he had once heard Big Sister Reina say that everything is the will of the Hua Hua Hua Di Huang and Saint Doraemon, and all coincidences must be their arrangement.

Hobian didn't believe it at first, but at this moment he really faintly felt the will of the Hua Hua Hua Di Huang and the Champion.

He believed that his shooting would inevitably hit.

He just pulled the trigger, and the aiming was arranged by the Champion's will——————

Another Deathmark's head burst, and it fell from the pocket dimension.

". Deathmark???" Szarekh staggered back a few steps and cut off his arm that had just been hit by Jeanne with a scythe.

His arm quickly burned to ashes in a burst of golden scorching flames.

Then, he noticed the Deathmark not far away and quickly understood why Jeanne's strike just now didn't take his life;

it was obviously because she was vigilant about the Deathmark not far away.

A strong sense of shame surged from Szarekh's consciousness; he felt his honor was defiled.

He was having a one-on-one glorious duel with Jeanne, but a Deathmark had actually intervened.

Without thinking, Szarekh also knew who did it.

"Szeras, you bastard..."

It was clearly Illuminor Szeras, that shameless bastard.

Szarekh cursed, and a series of ugly Necron swear words sprayed from his mouth.

At the same time, his will followed the Necron control protocol and pressed forcibly toward those Deathmarks.

As a Phaeron, his will was almost unstoppable in the Necron dynasty; even the Deathmarks belonging to Szeras were forcibly controlled by Szarekh's will for a few seconds, making it difficult for them to raise the weapons in their hands.

Jeanne's figure flashed, appearing in front of those Deathmarks in an instant, and the war flag in her hand waved lightly, and those Deathmarks turned into ashes in a burst of golden flames.

In the laboratory hidden in the deepest part of many pocket dimensions, Szeras raised his head slightly, watching the several light screens in front of him go out.

The Deathmark failed.

That inexplicable shot made the Deathmark's sneak attack fail; the Deathmark, having lost its surprise, had no possibility of capturing that human again.

But Szeras was unwilling to let go of that precious experimental subject.

Since humans entered the Pariah Nexus, Szeras had made some unexpected discoveries; some humans had the ability to resist the anti-Empyrean matrix.

This was very interesting, very unreasonable, like a dark cloud covering Necron Warp knowledge.

But the dark cloud was both a shadow over science and an opportunity for scientific progress.

Szeras understood that as long as he solved the mystery of those humans, he could learn more about the nature of the Warp and the soul.

This was of course not just to complete the reversal of biotransference that the Silent King wanted.