The Emperor’s Angel of Death

“To barge into the battlefield of the eternal Szarekh Dynasty without so much as a greeting, perhaps they deserve a little lesson.”

Chuckling softly, the Necron Overlord turned to a slender figure not far away, whose face was covered by an exquisite silver mask and who wielded an aether staff, and said:

“Send word to that Saraxis Overlord, order him to annihilate half of those lesser animals.”

Seconds later, the emerald light in the Necron Technician's eyes flickered slightly, and she slowly bent over, uttering an icy voice.

“Lord Simut, His Majesty's decree is for us to eliminate the Tyranids and any potential Ash'uddra, with specific emphasis on the humans. Disregard them.”

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The next moment, his palm made intimate contact with her mask, sending her flying off the platform, where she crashed down the steps a dozen times before stopping.

“Insolent slave, who do you think you're talking to?”

The Necron Overlord wiped his hand with a silk cloth after the contact, then walked to the edge of the platform, looking down at the technician below, whose mask was broken and energy nodes were constantly sparking.

“Hotep, remember your place, remember that you are serving the noble high-ranking royalty of the Szarekh Dynasty. You only need to obey orders and have no right to voice opinions.”

However, at this moment, a sharp voice like claws scraping against metal sounded to his right.

“Lord Simut, although she was offensive, she spoke the truth. You are here on a mission and should follow orders.”

Although Simut was just as angry this time, and even his energy nodes went from dim to bright, he did not react further, after all, the speaker's identity was different.

He turned to look at the figure hidden in the shadows, who held a ceremonial scepter in his hand, bearing a symbol that represented a supreme existence, one he could not defy.

“Overlord Tlotep, you are exaggerating, aren't you? They're just a bunch of lesser beings, they won't affect our mission.”

“Lord Simut, you should understand His Majesty's decree. Why else would he specifically emphasize not to bother with the humans, if not to prevent this situation? If you hadn't thought of it before, then I am now reminding you.”

The last sentence was very impolite, and Simut even wanted to pick up his weapon, but he restrained himself.

Because this guy's identity was unusual, he was one of his cousin's most trusted favorites, and also his cousin's envoy. To put it even more bluntly, he was even his monitor.

After a moment of annoyance, this proud scion of the dynasty could only suppress his anger and transfer it to the Tyranid swarm.

“Have Saraxis flank around behind that thing and turn it into a dead fish! Advance the Dirge Song, I want to tear out all its innards!”

While the Necron fleet was slaughtering the Tyranids with extreme efficiency, the Great Sororian's mercenary fleet also rushed into the planet's high orbit.

“Sosyhyan. Chapter Master. Quickly. Board.”

When the intermittent voice sounded in the armor's built-in communicator, Sosyhyan, standing on the hundred-meter-high mountain of corpses, was first stunned, then casually threw away half of the Hive Tyrant's head, which accurately hit a Warrior, breaking most of its bones.

“Is it time already? Never mind! All personnel! Board! Orderly retreat! Deathwatch take off first, then the 9th Company! 1st Company last! Wounded first!”

Under Sosyhyan's command, the warriors began dragging the wounded onto the Storm Eagles, and the three surviving Assault Boats also drove into the Stormbirds. In fact, because there were fewer Assault Boats, they could be used specifically to carry people.

At this time, a formation of Forge World fighters also roared in, with the Heavy Bolters quickly creating a safe airspace, covering the gunships as they ascended into the atmosphere.

Sosyhyan insisted on staying at the front, using Flame of Heaven to slaughter the enemies trying to approach the landing zone at a near-mowing speed.

“Chapter Master! Hurry!”

Finally, fifteen minutes later, as the last Storm Eagle was about to take off, Sosyhyan kicked away a Biovore that had its head chopped off, turned around, and dashed to the open hatch. Then he raised his hand and fired, shattering a leaping Warrior.

As the Storm Eagle quickly ascended, countless Tyranid creatures could only look up and roar incessantly...

As soon as he returned to the Astartes' warship, Sosyhyan received an extremely surprised, even shocking message.

“Necrons!?”

Looking at the intense battle scene on the flickering screen, Sosyhyan frowned. Byrnoth, who was beside him, seemed to have messy hair and beard, as if he had also experienced a state of shock.

‘Them... why are they here?’

“I don't know, I suddenly detected their signals and they've already arrived in the system. I was worried that things might change, so I came to pick you up early... Hiss, these ghost things are really scary. Are their ships really ships? Going without a trace is one thing, but their speed has exceeded the range acceptable by normal physics. No wonder the Ancestral Tribunal explicitly prohibits contact with these dangerous xenos.”

The sudden appearance of the Necrons made Sosyhyan a little confused.

Are they here for the Tyranids?

Or are they here for me?

Or even...

The Star God he encountered before?

“Are they just attacking the Tyranids?”

“For now, yes, so I suggest leaving quickly.”

“Wait, can you see the symbols of these ships?”

“Let me see... Hmm, I can scan them, but Necron symbols are very mysterious. At least I can't recognize what these things represent. So many... which one is the dynasty symbol you mentioned?”

“I don't know either, but I can check after we get back.”

Sosyhyan nodded after looking at the scanned symbols, then locked his gaze on the Tomb Ship that was tearing apart the giant Hive Ship.

“A Tomb Ship has been dispatched... Could there be a dynasty nearby that we don't know about?”

If he could contact the High Lords now, Sosyhyan would definitely send a fleet to investigate. After all, the timing of the Necrons' appearance was too coincidental to be just a coincidence. They couldn't possibly be passing by. The entire operation didn't last long, even if their ships were fast, they couldn't be this fast. The only explanation is that they were already nearby.

But how could the Necrons know his plan? How could they know he was coming here?

Or have the Necrons been monitoring his movements all along?

Sosyhyan was not a suspicious person, but he still thought of the 9th Company, especially Thershak, who had been implanted with a Mindshackle Scarab. Perhaps he needed to be examined again after returning...

“Let's leave here first, those Necrons are definitely not benevolent.”

Byrnoth, who had been waiting for this sentence, immediately picked up the communication microphone.

“All ships, at maximum speed, accelerate away! And prepare for a Supreme Descent!”

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