The Emperor’s Angel of Death

Although standing upright, Sotha didn't truly brace himself against that round of attacks. Instead, the moment the attacks arrived, he allowed himself to flow like an energy being. Although this state couldn't last too long, Sotha felt that during his recent experience in the illusion, his uncontrolled power had been somewhat "restrained." This was precisely what he urgently needed; his power was expanding too rapidly, potentially leading to a loss of control.

Now, he was also somewhat uncertain whether he could still be considered a biological entity. Perhaps, for beings like the Star Gods, there was no difference between organic, energy, or even inorganic solid forms. However, from a personal perspective, in a non-energy state, he still felt like an ordinary mortal. Even after transforming into an energy being, he didn't possess the so-called "god-like mental acuity." Or perhaps, he didn't even know what a "god" should be like. In any case, he was certain that his thoughts were still his own, and his concerns remained those of a mortal.

Furthermore, Sotha always felt that the overwhelming power didn't truly belong to him. When he controlled the Grey Tide in battle, he always experienced a strange sense of displacement. This included the illusions; he didn't feel "immersed" in them. Instead, he felt like an observer outside an invisible screen, with something else truly experiencing the illusions.

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Moreover, he was even more concerned about his child with Veronica. What would it be like? Would his genetic material be affected by his current Star God power? All of this was unknown.

Such distracting thoughts seemed inappropriate on the battlefield, but he didn't really consider this a battlefield anymore, because the enemies were simply not on equal footing. He was like a giant who had stumbled into a massive ant nest.

The next second, Sotha casually waved Skyfire with disdain. Invisible energy swept across, and an entire row of hundreds of Immortals instantly turned into liquid metal, melting like candles on the side.

"So the Phaeron ran away? That fits my image of the Necrons, a race that likes to hide underground like rats. You're not even as good as the T'au I've seen. No, that's an insult to the T'au. You probably have a lot in common with the Orks, especially those grot things."

While mocking them, Sotha extended his left hand, opening his fingers. Countless bolts of sickly-colored lightning leaped from his palm. This wasn't some kind of beam or explosion, but power from a dimensional rift.

In the past, he didn't understand the Necrons' dimensional technology and concepts. Although he possessed some dimension-related abilities, he lacked the corresponding skills. However, after absorbing the energy of those death marks and the "data" in the memory circuits, he had grasped the threshold or trick to using dimensional power—although he was still very vague about the "technology" aspect.

This time, the dimensional lightning he unleashed was far more intense than before, directly sweeping across the bridge, tearing thousands of Immortals to pieces on the spot. Some lightning bolts pierced straight through the barrels of the Doomsday Cannons, triggering a chain reaction of explosions. The entire Ark was torn open from bow to stern, with ghostly blue flames darting between the Ark's rib-like structures, followed by violent explosions.

To evade the lightning, the Triarch Praetorians activated their jump packs and flew into the air. However, this was useless; they were still blasted down, falling into a pile of wreckage.

"Hmm, I should thank you even more."

Sotha walked to a Triarch Praetorian who was still struggling, hooked Skyfire into the opponent's ribs, and then slowly lifted it up. The Triarch Praetorian's body from the waist down disappeared instantly. This was the terrifying power of dimensional lightning. It could only desperately grab the weapon with its hands, otherwise the blade would "automatically" cut it apart.

"If it weren't for this war, perhaps I wouldn't have known for a long time how useful you are to me."

Sotha stared at the Triarch Praetorian, then looked around. The other two were completely gone; one had its upper body missing, and the other had the left side of its body, including its head, gone.

"You're lucky, because your comrades are all dead, so I won't kill you. Don't worry, I don't plan to interrogate you either, but you can take a few words to Szarekh. Stop all the conspiracies against the Eleventh Legion, or rather, don't let me find out. I don't care about the War in Heaven or the entanglement with Xerxes. We can live in peace if we don't interfere with each other. If he insists on provoking my bottom line again, then not only will Sotha Aleksey, the acting Chapter Master of the Eleventh Legion, be at your service, but Sotha Aleksey, the Phoenix Lord of the Eternal Court, will also be at your service to the end. In short, if he wants to fight, I'll be at your service to the end. If he wants to talk, the door is open. If he wants to fight another War in Heaven, then come. The choice is his."

Sotha's words were half true and half false. Of course, from the bottom of his heart, he wanted to destroy the Necron race, but it didn't seem realistic at the moment, and he had more enemies. Directly turning against Szarekh would not be beneficial, but if he said nothing and did nothing, he would not be able to express his position either.

To stall the enemy, he must first show strength and moderate toughness.

After speaking, he flicked Skyfire, throwing the Triarch Praetorian on the ground.

"Get out of here. I'll give you ten minutes to leave this ship."

Then he strode towards the throne on the small pyramid in the center of the bridge. He guessed that was where the ship was controlled. And just as he broke through the tomb ship's bridge, the Eldar fleet also stopped attacking the tomb ship and turned to destroy those harvest ships and attack ships.

A group of scarabs crawled out from the distance, enveloping the surviving Triarch Praetorian, and dragged it away quickly. Although it remained silent, it secretly activated the ship's self-destruct system.

Soon, Sotha felt the entire tomb ship shaking and immediately realized what was happening.

He wasn't surprised at all, and didn't even bother to chase after the Triarch Praetorian to kill it.

His attention was focused on how to control this tomb ship, because he had witnessed the power of this warship. Regardless of whether it was alien or not, it was very powerful. Sotha now desperately needed power. He had too many enemies to deal with, and he couldn't let go of any power, even if it would attract criticism—but the essence of this matter can be explained by a very common saying in the Imperial hive cities: it's not illegal unless you get caught.

When he arrived at the top of the small pyramid where the Phaeron was, Sotha saw more details around the throne. There were many small circular platforms and floating images, and all these lights and energy would be channeled to some specific things.

For example, a virtual structural image floating on an observation platform, slowly rotating, with light rune equations and grid markers written all over the surrounding air like clouds. The automatic calculation system mapped out various data over and over again—Sotha could understand the words with the help of the absorbed Necron memory fragments, but he couldn't understand these profound things!