Chapter 601

"Him?"

When Sol heard the words of the cold voice, his first reaction was to be stunned for a moment.

Who is he?

Sol was now completely out of touch with the Empire; he knew nothing about the situation of the Empire, and the Empire was the same about his situation.

In this state, it was impossible for him to have reinforcements, unless Saint Doraemon manifested.

But Saint Doraemon had fallen into a deep sleep decades ago and no longer walked among the living.

But just at this moment, a crisp sound of a door opening suddenly rang out, appearing exceptionally clear in the empty cabin.

Before Sol could realize what had happened, the sound of breaking air suddenly rang out.

A warhammer, too massive even for an Astartes, shot out from behind Imotekh, smashing straight toward his metal head.

The warhammer surged with whistling thunder, almost like a thunderstorm shooting across; Imotekh's instinct as a warrior was triggered, and he almost immediately turned around, raising the Staff of the Destroyer in his hand toward the warhammer that was smashing down.

Atoms themselves were torn apart in the blink of an eye, and scorching dark green lightning collided with the warhammer.

But to Imotekh's surprise, the lightning released by this Staff of Light, which condensed Necron technology, was actually unable to stop that huge warhammer, as if the technology used to forge this warhammer was even superior to Imotekh's.

The dark green lightning was shattered in the blink of an eye, and the warhammer arrived in front of the Stormlord like a meteorite.

The green light in Imotekh's hollow eyes flickered for a moment; this Necron Phaeron displayed exquisite martial arts, swinging the Staff of the Destroyer in his hand to block in front of this warhammer, instantly unloading the power on the warhammer.

The warhammer brushed past Imotekh's body and smashed onto the metal floor, causing the entire ship to shake slightly.

Imotekh looked fiercely toward the direction from which the sound of the door opening came; he saw a wooden door with a pinkish-red hue, standing abruptly in the pitch-black cabin, looking as if it were not on the same layer as the surrounding environment.

Before Imotekh could react, a burst of bright teleportation light erupted beside him.

"Vulkan was right, hammers should have teleport beacons added."

A fragrance like a mixture of black mandora, tuberose, and vanilla swept past, and a slender figure interwoven with purple and gold suddenly appeared in the corner of Imotekh's eye.

That figure grabbed the warhammer, and the hammer head in his hand smashed fiercely toward Imotekh.

Imotekh extended his left claw, and the flame gauntlet worn on it flared with a ghostly green flame, colliding with that warhammer.

But what was concentrated on that warhammer was the wisdom of at least three Primarchs—forged by Fulgrim, modified by Ferrus, and improved for ten thousand years in the hands of Perturabo; even the power of Necron weapons appeared so thin in front of that warhammer.

Imotekh's arm instantly deformed, cracked, and broke under the heavy hammer, turning into a twisted, tattered lump of metal under the hammer head.

The Stormlord's logical brain operated at high speed, allowing him to react quickly; he tore off his own arm and immediately pulled away from the purple-gold interwoven figure.

His arm recovered to its original state in the blink of an eye; this was the characteristic of Necron living metal. The higher the level of the Necron body, the more advanced and exquisite it was, and the faster the speed of self-healing.

And the Sautekh Dynasty where the Stormlord was located was also one of the most powerful in the entire Necron Empire; the strength of his body was also in the forefront among all Necrons, possibly second only to the Silent King.

Imotekh stepped back, and the space-time around him suddenly became blurred; in the blink of an eye, Imotekh pulled away more than ten meters from the tall purple-gold figure.

But at this very moment, several Astartes appeared behind him, as if they had long anticipated Imotekh's shift in position.

Those Astartes were wearing power armor interwoven with purple, gold, and white similar to Sol's, but they were all Tartaros-pattern Terminators, which were rare nowadays.

These power armors were gorgeously decorated, with golden carvings of wings and Aquilas layered on top of each other, and red or purple gems shining brightly; and what they used in their hands were not common power swords, but power spears similar to those of the Custodes.

The sharp spearheads were intertwined, forming a deadly net, stabbing directly at Imotekh.

This sudden attack caused Imotekh's logical brain's operating speed to rise further; the cold dark green coolant in his body began to flow violently.

How did these Astartes suddenly appear beside him?

It was not some kind of pocket dimension, there was no Warp reaction; it was simply another new technology completely different from all space technologies in this universe.

But Imotekh still reacted quickly; the metal cloak on his body trembled violently, and a large number of Scarab swarms gathered into a silver tide, surging in all directions.

These nanite Canoptek Scarabs were originally used to be quietly injected into the enemy's body to lure Necron Flayed Ones to surround and kill them, but at this moment, they were used directly as weapons by Imotekh.

The boundless silver tide rushed toward those Astartes, briefly blocking their movements.

But just at this moment, an Astartes wearing Mark IV power armor from the Great Crusade era suddenly appeared in front of Imotekh.

The power armor on that Astartes was also interwoven with purple and gold, but unlike those Terminators, it bore many marks of phoenixes, threes, and laurel wreaths; in addition, he was also inscribed with a large number of battlefield oaths, those oaths sharp and glaring, as if they were terrifying curse scriptures.