Chapter 481

After hearing the plan of the Necron Overlord Zarathustra, Dante, Captain of the Blood Angels, and the Tech-Priest of the Adeptus Mechanicus all wore expressions of delight.

Detonating the gas giant to cause an explosion—this is a good thing!

They could completely use this Necron Overlord's hand to kill two birds with one stone, not only eliminating the Tyranids but also eliminating this empire's new threat, the greenskin orcs.

You must know, the inheritance relations of the orc groups are very thin; solitary orcs indeed form a great threat.

But as long as this leading orc is eliminated, then everything he has built up, including his war planet, including his orc empire, will vanish like smoke.

"Lord Zarathustra, I don't know if our conversation will be monitored by some psykers," said the Blood Angels Captain, his eyes darting as he spoke.

That orc warlord called Luode possesses very strong psychic power, so if he wishes, he can completely hear what is happening here, after all, he previously had that Battle Sister kneeling from several planets away.

"No psyker can break through Necron technology; back then, our Necrons fought against the Old Ones, and the Old Ones created a weapon called the Eldar—even the Eldar's psychic power cannot break through our Necron technology's suppression," said the Necron Overlord Zarathustra proudly.

Haha! In the entire Milky Way, if we talk about technological level, our Necrons rank second, and absolutely no race dares to claim first—not even the Old Ones.

Although the Necron race is not good at psychic power, even lacking soul projection entirely, they still have means to deal with some warp psykers, and even the incredibly powerful Star Gods of the material world were dealt with by our race back then.

The power of the Necron race is not something humans can imagine; these primitive monkeys can't even achieve faster-than-light flight in space now.

They can only rely on the warp to navigate, and even cannot extract stellar energy; their technological level hasn't progressed in ten thousand years, and is even regressing.

"Great Necron Overlord Zarathustra, I want to ask about the Tomb World system—you should also be aware of it, and you should have seen that super war planet on the outskirts of the Tomb World system, right?" said the Tech-Priest of the Adeptus Mechanicus.

"Correct, I know those greenskin races; they were once war weapons created by the Old Ones, but compared to their ancient ancestors, they are vastly inferior.

Back then, their ancestors were the ancient orcs—that was true strength." Zarathustra nodded, even falling into some ancient memory.

After defeating the immensely powerful Old Ones race and winning the Heaven's War, the Necron race immediately went to war with the Star Gods race, basically annihilating all the Star Gods and dividing them into countless fragments.

At that time, we thought the race could dominate the entire galaxy, but unexpectedly, halfway through, an ancient orc race emerged—this race was a super weapon created by the Old Ones, originally meant to turn the tide of war.

But who could have thought that before the Old Ones could use this super weapon, they were already exterminated.

This caused this super weapon to lose control, because it was born for battle, so this race is also extremely warlike and bloodthirsty.

The Necron race, in its early days, engaged in a bloody contest with this race, even greatly reducing its numbers.

Now it is a soulless race; in the Necrons' view, it is just an ordinary race, only with slightly stronger reproductive ability, and completely incomparable to the ancient orc race they once faced.

Even at its peak, the ancient orc population forced the Necron race into sleep to preserve strength—who would have thought over sixty million years would pass.

This bunch actually degenerated into a batch of even smaller greenskins, and their technological level regressed to the extreme; back then, the ancient orc groups wore powered armor.

(In the private exhibition museum of the Figure King, an ancient orc is imprisoned; according to official description, this ancient orc's flesh is of primarch level, only lacking the primarch's warp essence—so one can imagine how powerful this ancient orc race truly was.

When Cadia Fortress fell, this Necron Overlord once launched support for human forces, even releasing a batch of limit warriors from the Great Crusade era, and a prison guard, but these are not his main collection.) "The recently appeared greenskin orcs are completely different from those you encountered before; their leader is called Luode, a great orc warlord.

He rules an entire planet and has ordered his technical staff to reshape this planet into a combat celestial body.

The orc boys under him are very formidable, even able to easily defeat my Space Marines, possessing immense strength." said Dante, Captain of the Blood Angels.

"Such a war planet, if our Necron race wishes, we can create it with time.

Only, driving it is troublesome, and it cannot perform faster-than-light travel." said the Necron Overlord Zarathustra.

A massive war planet, if their race wishes, can also be reshaped; to drive it, it still requires many Star God fragments, and also a complete stellar energy extraction device.

For the Necrons, this is completely unnecessary, after all, their tomb worlds are more suitable for long-distance travel in space.

"We want to use the power of the gas giant to eliminate this orc force—what do you think?" said Dante, Captain of the Blood Angels.

The orc groups are a great threat to the Empire; these guys, even if they win this war, will later ambush them in future wars.

So it's best to eliminate all these orcs now—dead orcs are good orcs; this is the supreme truth summarized by all the Imperial Captains.

"No problem, I also don't like those greenskins, after all, they are creations of the Old Ones; I will help you completely eliminate them.

However, to activate the Grand Prism, we need some time; for now, we can let these foolish orcs and the Tyranid swarm engage in some attrition warfare, letting them hold the front line." said the Necron Overlord.

"I understand, Lord Zarathustra, I will fully cooperate with your plan, but you must guarantee us enough time to withdraw all remaining forces from the Tomb World system." said Dante, Captain of the Blood Angels, nodding.

Indeed, man does not live for himself, heaven's wrath and earth's destruction!

Moreover, your orc race is not anything good either—you only want war; so, you go ahead and fight the bugs in front! When you've killed enough, I will destroy you and the bugs together.

Soon, Dante, Captain of the Blood Angels, reached a secret agreement with the Necron Overlord Zarathustra; both sides agreed to activate the Necron-left Grand Prism here, then detonate the super-giant gas planet, completely obliterating the edge of the Tomb World system.

At this moment, in the orcs' war planet, Luode's mouth curled into a cold smile; a bunch of idiots, you probably don't even know the skin of the small universe.

Your power can defend against psykers' probing, but cannot defend against the power of the small universe, let alone my god-level small universe.

Humans in the Warhammer world are indeed extremely xenophobic, and toward other alien races even more harsh; even upon discovering alien races, humans immediately think of eliminating them, fully enacting the dark forest law! Unless encountering something they can't beat, or something useful to themselves, otherwise, when humans discover alien races on extraterrestrial planets, they will immediately exterminate the entire race, then colonize that planet.

This method is exactly the British colonial way; in the seventeenth and eighteenth centuries, the British did just that.

"Since you are unkind, then don't blame me for being unjust—detonating a gas giant, just trying to kill me, even trying to kill my war planet, you've thought too much." Luode said with a cold laugh.

Haha, my war planet is indeed built very solidly, and the orc race can generate a powerful WAAAGH field.

This powerful bio-electromagnetic field can envelop the entire war planet in a shield, and the technology I obtained from the Salarians, also applied on this war fortress.

So this war fortress also has very strong space shields and void shields—let alone a gas giant's explosion.

Even a supernova's explosion, don't even think of harming this war planet in the slightest.

Don't forget, this planet has also been blessed by me using the power of the small universe; even star-destroying level power cannot harm this planet itself.

"Great Orc Emperor, have you discovered anything? Are those despicable shrimps planning to betray us?" an orc warboss came before Luode and asked. "Correct, these human shrimps indeed have no good intentions; they plan to stab us in the back, and have also allied with some space skeletons." Luode said.

He told all the orc warbosses present everything he had just discovered.

"Haha, I like this; we also plan to, after cleaning up these bugs, immediately clean up these shrimps." another orc warboss said.

A brief alliance with the Tyranids to fight is fine, but after defeating the Tyranids, the orc army will have no hesitation, immediately turning their guns to shoot the shrimps—no way, this is just the orc race's innate belligerence!

"In short, now you guys go fight the bugs, let the kids fight to their heart's content, go all out, and leave the rest to me." Luode said.

When humans and Necrons detonate the gas giant, Luode will use the small universe's spatial ability to teleport all orc forces back to the war planet, then apply the field for protection.

After the gas giant explosion ends, properly give the humans of Baal a lesson, and by the way, take the Baal planet.

"Boss! We should allocate more psychic kids to the team; these psychic kids can use teleportation to send us back." said an orc warboss.

To become an orc warboss, none are fools, so one must leave a retreat route for oneself.

"Don't worry, psychic kids, just let them join the battlefield—no need to conserve psychic power."

When the time comes, I will send you all over, don't forget your boss, I am the most powerful psychic in the entire universe. Luode said.

He is so powerful that even the four minor Chaos merchants of the Warp would wet their pants upon seeing him.

The native gods born from the four Warps have not even reached the level of top-tier cosmic beings.

As long as Luode does not wish it, these four merchants cannot even detect themselves, and his true body continues to absorb the power of the Absolute God.

Let these four jump around for a while first.

After receiving Luode's assurance, a large group of Orc war bosses immediately became excited and led their subordinates rushing to the battlefield.

Soon the war began, countless Orc youths wielding various weapons, red rage erupting on their bodies, then charged at the bugs in a slaughter like cutting melons and chopping vegetables.

Even the Tyranid Warrior Bugs, the Tyranid Bug Overlords, are no match for these special Orc youths under Luode's command.

Each of these special Orc youths under Luode's command has combat power reaching the level of ordinary Star Marines, and even if Luode equipped them with the same power armor and chainswords.

The combat power of these Orc youths would surpass that of Star Marines, but is that necessary? Absolutely not! After all, these Orc youths can be mass-produced.

At this moment, within the war planet, Luode's divine sense detected another situation—a vast space undead fleet slowly advancing toward the Netherworld Star System.

This undead fleet is not that of the Morpheliet Dynasty, but another undead dynasty.

Upon discovering this unfamiliar space undead fleet, Luode immediately extended his divine sense to investigate.

Traveler Anrakel, this is the name of this newly arrived space undead; for such a purely mechanical lifeform, Luode's microcosmic power can clearly perceive all his secrets.

Anrakel is among the few space undead overlords who, after a long slumber, awoke with their intellect completely intact and undamaged. (Many space undead, upon awakening, suffer mental regression, losing part of their memories, even developing a craving for flesh, and this virus can also spread among them.) He hopes to reunite the fractured space undead dynasties; Anrakel led his forces out of his tomb-world, Nightflame Star.

He began traveling among these familiar yet unfamiliar stars, reacquainting himself with the current galactic situation.

During these journeys, Anrakel will exterminate any alien races daring to colonize the space undead tomb-worlds without permission.

Thus aiding the still-slumbering space undead dynasties, or breaking sieges for those undead already under enemy attack.

After helping these dynasties, Anrakel will demand payment of one-tenth of their forces and resources as compensation for his aid.

To support his grand goal of reviving the space undead race, this policy has also caused Anrakel's reputation among the various dynasties to become polarized.

Some space undead believe Anrakel is indeed a noble with lofty aspirations, whose ongoing work will benefit all space undead races.

But others believe Anrakel is merely a opportunist who kicks people when they're down and loots burning houses—nothing but a villain! Even over the issue of payment, they have clashed violently with this powerful undead overlord.

But overall, Traveler Anrakel will indeed respond to the distress signals of other tomb-worlds.

This time he has come to the Netherworld Star System, beginning to aid the just-awakened Morpheliet Dynasty against the vast swarm fleet.

And he seeks to reclaim the territories of the Morpheliet Dynasty occupied by other alien races, whether it be the surges of the Warp or the shadows cast by the Tyranid swarms.

Nothing can stop the space undead's faster-than-light engine, whose core is the Star God fragments; this space undead overlord is now speeding full throttle toward the Netherworld Star System.

"Great Traveler Anrakel, we have already entered the Netherworld Star System!"

But the undead overlord of the Morpheliet Dynasty here has not responded to our messages, and according to observation.

He should have allied himself with the local human population, and we still have a colossal celestial-modified fortress in the outer reaches of the star system.

The modification of this war fortress is somewhat similar to the Orc species, but not the ancient Orc species we have faced before—rather, it is their downgraded product." A space undead technician spoke.

Since our overlord awoke, he has taken all of us and begun traveling through cosmic space, helping various undead dynasties resolve difficulties and crises.

And we have recruited even larger armies; now our overlord's army is even comparable to that of some minor dynasties' God-Kings.

During previous travels, Anrakel's forces have also encountered some human factions, and in passing exterminated some human units, as well as some Greenskin Orc units.

"The undead overlord of this region of the Morpheliet Dynasty has just awakened, but since I received his distress signal, I will certainly help him resolve his difficulties and collect our due compensation." Anrakel spoke while pressing his hand against his star cruiser, gazing at the virtual navigation map.

"Great Traveler, what should we do next?"

"Whether these Greenskins, those humans, or those bugs, they are all invaders; we must exterminate them completely.

Let us start with this Orc planet! Order all our forces under our command to launch an attack on this Orc planet." After a moment's thought, Traveler Anrakel decided to first clear this massive modified planet before him.

"Following your command, Great Undead Overlord Anrakel." The fleet commander nodded. (End of Chapter)