allendalepharm Chapter 434 Broken Agreement
Chapter 434 Broken Agreement
"Hey! Hey! Wake up!"
Deafening shouts rang in his ears, and Sigmar felt dizzy... This might not be a simple mental description.
"Ah, Chongmo?"
Sure enough, after waking up, my voice was out of tune.
The big guy frowned and poked his face with his hand. Hmm, it's swollen.
Upon seeing this, Orr stood up immediately and stepped behind John.
Damn, these two guys’ punches are pretty penetrating.
Sigma, who used his psychic power, found that he could not dispel the alien psychic power entrenched in his face in a short time. He could only tear off his facial skin and grow new flesh.
"We have been here for more than 30 days. The speed of time here is unknown and that is secondary. Not being able to find the exit is a real problem."
"Okay, I get it. Let's find the exit now."
Seeing that the others had no expression on their faces, Sigma felt uneasy.
According to Zhang Lingyou's annotations at the time, this should be the site of the ancient Zhendan Dynasty, with some kind of military equipment left behind.
But in his dream, he actually saw Zhang Lingyou when he was still a mortal, and got some revelation about the promotion of the whole clan.
What's even more wrong is that if I'm not mistaken, the owner of the ruins is named "Dongxu God", definitely not the one outside or Haotian Dragon Emperor.
Is it a dislocation of time and space?
No matter what, we can’t bring our brothers to death.
Not being able to obtain the inheritance is a small matter. The existence of his group is related to the evaluation weight of the entire human race in the Celestial Empire. If it is all lost here, it will shake the foundation.
"Wang Defa...there is no way out!"
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Song of Oblivion
Szalak stared at the Master Control Agreement for a long time without moving
As the last of the three saints who rule the Necrons, the Silent King is well aware of the importance of the Master Control Protocol to the race.
This object is the evidence of mechanical ascension, but also the proof of the failure of ascension.
With the Accord in hand, the Necrons are a single entity, and no Hierophant can stand against it.
Even if it is against the Star God, as long as it does not stop, no dynasty will stop, even if there are heavy casualties, it will not matter, and its will can be thoroughly implemented.
[It is not enough to rely on external forces to force unification. Such Necrons are just a deformed war machine. If they cannot return to the normal state of a population, it will be difficult for the Necrons to make progress.
Being driven by machines and logical thinking, it is never a living thing, but just a wetware.
How can wetware evolve?
Just wait until the new wetware eliminates it!
To continue using it would mean waiting for the last hope of the entire clan to die.
But smash it...
The internal conflicts within our tribe have never been resolved, and they have only been suppressed by agreements and have not erupted.
If you want to eliminate conflicts, you have to use your own abilities to vent your accumulated resentment and hatred.
After being unlocked, can the Necrontyr survive a civil war that is no less brutal than the War in Heaven? 】
No one knew it better than Szalak. When it was so excited that it lost its composure and shouted "fleecing the Star God" with its left and right audio channels, the abnormality in more than half of the Emperor's logic core could hardly be suppressed!
They have already suffered a loss once and do not want to risk being torn to pieces by continuing to use the Star God's methods.
But after wandering for tens of millions of years, someone finally told it that there was a path ahead and it would succeed if it followed the plan.
It can't help it.
【Um? 】
The rumbling sound outside brought the Silent King back to reality. This sound could cross the subspace and the vacuum zone of the universe. What was moving?
The black ball of light hanging high in the sky moved again, and the mad creatures of the subspace screamed and fled because the black sun-like thing was sinking.
The Iron Legion, which was fighting a desperate battle with the Intelligent Control Legion disguised as rebels, sensed a familiar breath and saluted the Black Sun.
Most of the Iron Men fell down at this point, abandoning their own bodies and concentrating on checking the core data.
The original power has come to take over for them, and they no longer need to work for humans.
Under the constant pressure of the Black Sun, the storms of the Sea of Souls cannot stop it, the barriers of the world cannot hinder it, and the many dangerous places in the universe are as easy as walking on flat ground for it.
While sailing in the material universe, countless warships flew out from the small cracks that opened up beside the black sun, where another completely different world was reflected.
There are also a lot of data that exist as concepts, which merge into a silver-white torrent of their own entities in reality and leave here.
【Time is running out...
Forget it, I already missed it once, what’s there to be afraid of?
Although the master control agreement is strong, it cannot exist forever. As the fragments of the star god break free from their restraints, it will eventually become ineffective.
In this case, why not face it sooner? 】
Thinking of this, Szalak turned his gaze to a group of Eldar who were surrounded by endless Undead Warriors.
Aenarion's squad was attacking the Necrons' disguised tactical command center, and the tomb world illuminated by the Gaussian arc was as bright as day.
Even the Phoenix Guard cannot hold out for long in a sea of Undead Warriors. True, the Eldar's reactions are fast, but flesh and blood enhanced by psychic energy is still flesh and blood, and there is still a speed limit. If it is hit by covering attacks, it will be injured, and being injured in a dense attack area means death.
Aiming a counterattack was impossible and unnecessary - there were Necrons everywhere, so just shoot in a general direction and that was it.
As for accidentally injuring friendly forces... no matter if you don't have enough energy or you can't avoid it, it means that your mental and physical strength are close to exhaustion, and dying at the hands of teammates can be a quick death.
The dragon tamer doesn't have much psychic energy left, so he has to save some to send out the core data so that humans can stop the civil war and join forces with them to fight against the Necrons.
There was no way. The Necrons were still too powerful. After several assassinations, the Iron Legion and humans became alienated. While weakening their strength, they also brought in all the second-rate dynasties and directly flattened the entire defense line of the Zhendan Provisional Government.
The government organizations of several regions have been destroyed, and the Cybernetic Corps does not have the super-heavy weapons to rebuild the universe, and is simply unable to defeat the Necron Corps.
The Star Dragon was consumed one by one by the Star God fragments, until its power was exhausted, and its core overloaded and collapsed, and it was torn into pieces.
If we don’t help humanity fight the Necrons, no one will be able to suppress their rise, and hoping to profit from the balance and make the Eldar great again will only be a pipe dream.
The team was suddenly surrounded by flames, and then their eyes blurred, and they arrived at the core of a tomb.
There are no hordes of undead warriors, no annoying mechanical beetles, no terrifying hypercube mazes and twisted undead leeches.
"How to do?"
Bel Shana quickly scanned the surroundings. Judging from the scale, this place was obviously the core of a super dynasty. Its exquisite construction and luxurious decoration could not be compared with the palace of the Eldar Empire.
But all this is meaningless. The undead are stubborn and if they come to the wrong place, they will not be able to influence the situation on the front line.
If we can't teach the undead to stop fighting temporarily, humans won't be able to breathe a sigh of relief, and it will be a fantasy to establish a balance.
"Since you're here, pick the big ones - expensive ones may not be big, but big ones are definitely not cheap."
Aenarion did not dare to think too much. His children had been sent to the Sea of Souls, waiting for the opportunity to live in an open and inclusive new world in the future.
As a father, he cannot change the situation and can only do what he can.
There is not much time left to think. The protection protocol may be activated at any time and overwhelming numbers of undead warriors may appear at any time.
Just blow up whatever you want. If you blow it up in the right place, maybe you can have a good death.