Warhammer 40,000: Mortal Gods

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The Necrons' fleet is speeding towards a star system.

The Star Gods are surrounding it.

The world engine made entirely of black stone is guarded by the fleet. It is running at full speed to minimize the influence of the warp, but even if such a huge black stone structure has been operating to its limit, it can only ensure that there will be no warp influence near the fleet.

In the star system targeted by the Necrons fleet, a high tower stands on a planet that has obviously been transformed to the most perfect by human intervention.

At the top of the tower, the Eldar stood next to the projected psychic star map, staring at the accurate position of the Necrons fleet shown on the star map, thinking.

Next to this Eldar stood an Ork as tall as the Primarch, wearing black power armor.

The Prophet looked back at Zen again, lowered his head, and stretched out his hand.

In an instant, all the star systems within a distance of 70 light years from the Necrons fleet to the current star system withered because of a thought of the Prophet.

They can only reduce the losses as much as possible before destruction.

They are ashamed of not formulating a suitable strategic plan to intercept the Necrons fleet.

The vertical eye of the ancient saint named Zen moved, and two psychic powers gently helped the military leader of the sub-tribe in front of him up.

It was not because the armor of these ten orcs was so powerful and versatile, but just because they wanted to do so.

All the space necrons knelt on the ground.

After realizing that he should do so, the ancient prophet turned his head to look at the orcs, and the latter left immediately.

The psychic defense line across the galaxy was collapsing.

Soon they learned that the interception of the dead fleet heading straight here at every time point in the past and future had failed.

But in every huge ship of the dead fleet, the dead warriors immediately walked out of the warehouse in a uniform manner with Gauss rifles in hand, and scattered in every corner of the ship.

That was the ancient saint named Zen.

It closed its eyes, and the wrinkled facial skin trembled slightly with every breath.

In the flagship of the fleet, Imotek watched everything outside the porthole and heard the report of the abnormal situation of the fleet.

The ancient prophet standing in front of the psychic star map immediately turned back to look at the ancient saint.

Among countless of its kind, the ten closest to it immediately ran towards it.

A green substance suddenly grew on the floor.

"We shouldn't call the Burning God by name." The Justice reminded Imotek.

The Ancient Elven prophet faced Zen, knelt on one knee, and lowered his head.

Stars died, planets decomposed.

But Imotek began to infer more things based on experience.

Imotek was very dissatisfied because more greenskins would grow in the fleet next time than before.

Zen nodded, stretched out his hand and gently tapped the prophet's helmet.

In an instant, the two completed the communication.

"Nyadrasa shouldn't kill those reptile bastards directly." Imotek sat on the throne and said calmly, "It's like this every time. It burns a few greenskin bastards casually, and then the whole fleet begins to grow those green bastards everywhere, as if it doesn't know that those bastards will split."

The greenskin orcs in the fleet were quickly cleared.

The orc military leader waited.

After the prophet extinguished all the celestial bodies along the way of the dead fleet, he opened a psychic portal for these allies.

Ten orcs were instantly burned to death by the flames that came out of nowhere.

After all, the Blackstone Engine exists, and the Old Saints will not crush the entire fleet, so the situation is not that serious.

More and more orcs grow from various places, and they easily dismantle the floor or any usable materials.

Imotek stood up and looked at the Burner.

After thinking about it, Imotek stopped thinking about this matter.

And the Old Saints should be using their psychic energy to erode the fleet.

In this occasion, in addition to the two creatures like the Eldar and the Orc General, there is another one that is completely motionless.

That is the orc.

The prophet interpreted the message of the Old Saint to the orc next to him.

Although he is in the void, he can walk as if he is walking on the surface.

Outside the tower, the orc military leader who left earlier came out and looked at the countless fellows who were still maintaining order to ensure that the Eldar can enter the webway gate as quickly as possible to leave the galaxy.

Eldar people came and went on the top of the tower.

The prophet immediately turned around and looked at the sky outside the tower, raised his hand, and raised the scepter.

For the time being.

There is no need for the Old Saint to remind him. Since every interception plan executed in the past and in the future has failed, and the Old Saint did not give any reminder, it means that the fate of this galaxy is doomed to be destroyed.

Some of the orcs who grew out guarded the passage leading to the current location, and some of the orcs used the dismantled things to rub out armor and weapons out of thin air.

In a dark corner of a ship in the huge fleet.

This small-scale assault was just a precursor to the arrival of a large-scale greenskin sea. Sending a few greenskins to harass before the real assault was a habit of the greenskin general who fought it twice.

Among the few racial individuals of the father race, the father of creation was sent by the parliament to support and defend the sons of the Old Saints in the entire galaxy.

The threat came quietly.

The orc military leader was silent, but an order had been conveyed by it.

Ten selected orcs walked into the portal and appeared outside the Undead fleet the next second.

The reality of the fleet was already very weak.

A few seconds later, this happened to the entire Necron fleet.

But now the Blackstone Engine was in the center of the fleet, and the greenskins could still grow in, which could only mean one thing.

He was the creator of the ancient Eldar and ancient Orc races.

The Burner gently extended his fingers, and the flames instantly burned the greenskins to ashes.

The same was true for the orcs beside him.

This part of reality was further weakened by the disappearance of the celestial body, laying the environmental foundation for the next battle plan.

The surging psychic energy that was enough to tear a crack in the real universe overflowed around this creature.

This was the situation of a ship.

Just as Imotek was thinking this way, the Burner suddenly appeared in the bridge.

The flood of greenskins had suddenly appeared on the route of the fleet.

The Burner slowly looked at Imotek.

"You shouldn't address those gods with honorifics in front of me." Imotek waved his hand disdainfully, "As usual, use the standard cleaning process to clean up Nyadrasa."

After a while, Zen slowly opened his eyes.

All the plans that had been repeated thousands of times were useless.

It was a creature that looked like a reptile, wearing gorgeous clothes.

No one present except Zen, the ancient saint, could remain calm.

This was just a very standard small-scale assault, like a provocation, nothing special.

The undead warriors who discovered this immediately opened fire on these substances, but then they were smashed to pieces by more tall green figures.

"We are just here for an annihilation operation."

"Use your military talents to deal with the situation where reptilian hybrids grow inside the fleet next time, but don't use conventional means to deal with it, try to show me some tricks."

"Otherwise I will be very bored."