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Zandreuk spoke up again at an inopportune moment, and the old general, as if he thought no one present could see him, casually found a chair placed outside and sat down.
Hades' eye twitched as he saw Obi-Long grab the old general's hand, as if trying to pull the old general away.
【…】
Magnus's expression became unpredictable, and his body swelled to twice its original size once more. Hades faintly sensed the presence of psionic energy beneath his feet.
Hades made a brief probe into the Dark Domain and remained completely unfazed.
[Utter nonsense.]
Magnus said with a determined expression, looking as if he was determined to defend his freedom. Hades decided to give Magnus a few seconds to make a move in order to assess the strength of this Primarch fragment.
Even with a hint of regret and guilt in Hades' heart... he was about to ruin the idyllic hermit life of a Primarch.
But as he said, Hades guessed that the arrival of the two space necromancers had broken the concealment array that Magnus had set up here, thus exposing the Primarch himself. Even if the Grey Knights hadn't come, Tzeentch would have sent someone to get there.
Tzeentch's men were not as kind as Hades.
Moreover, Magnus struck first.
Hades stood still, his black cloak fluttering in the wind.
In an instant, the clear sky, which had been cloudless, was suddenly covered with dark clouds! Lightning snakes spewed their breath, like giant pythons winding their way through the air.
Hades raised an eyebrow, his Primarch levitating, his lion-like mane flying wildly, and a dazzling light bursting from his palm, sharp as a volcanic eruption! It was as mournful as the howls of ten thousand people!
Hades remained still.
Magnus chanted an ancient incantation, and the wisdom of the ancient sages was easily manipulated by the Crimson King. The curtains fluttered, and the vast ocean surged.
An immense psionic pressure exploded from the Primarch's body, and rings of runes appeared beneath his feet.
The undead space creature Obi-Dragon, who was watching from the sidelines, suddenly stepped forward to protect his master, the old general. Obi-Dragon's face was extremely ugly, but the old general behind him was watching with great interest, and even took out an empty wine glass from somewhere and started to drink.
I'm giving you a chance, Hades.
Magnus said that a brilliant light shone in his single eye.
I remember the trust you once placed in me... but such small favors cannot stop me. I'm giving you a chance; before anything happens, you can choose to leave.
He stared at Hades, vaguely sensing that suffocating, dark emptiness.
Hades sighed softly.
He may have compressed the dark domain too much, after all, he didn't want to alert the enemy, or perhaps Magnus's eyesight wasn't good enough to accurately judge his strength.
"bring it on."
Hades said calmly.
The next moment, a torrent of lightning, like a cascading silver river, crashed down with earth-shattering force!
The immense energy illuminated the surrounding fields like the ever-present sun, causing even the distant sun to lose its luster at that moment.
The gravel burned and turned into a molten liquid.
The space undead were all startled. Zandreek's wine glass shattered with a bang, and silver scratches appeared on the Obi-Dragon that was blocking its way.
"So……"
The blinding orb of light still cast a faint afterimage on my retina, and the surroundings remained obscure. From within the gradually disappearing orb of light, Hades' figure slowly emerged.
Unscathed.
"My turn!"
Hades shouted in a mundane way; he didn't even have a decent weapon, he just shouted it out.
But the old general turned around and saw Magnus, who was floating in the sky, fall down after a piercing scream.
Hades walked over, and the molten glass ocean beneath his feet automatically turned into solid ground. He walked up to Magnus and reached out to help him up, but the Primarch retreated amidst wails.
"Ahem, sorry,"
Hades said, "He didn't hold back."
"So……"
Hades said,
"Can we now discuss the details of your return to the Empire?"
Magnus froze, but then nodded sharply.
"That's good."
Hades said, "Easy to solve—"
"and many more!"
Zandreuk suddenly shouted, startling its guard, Obi-Dragon.
"I object!"
The old general shouted, raising his scepter and leaning on it like a cane.
"Evil Star God! Die!!!"
Yay, it's gone!
Chapter 659 Tower! Ra! Sin!
"Evil Star God! Die!"
"You dare touch someone under my protection?!"
Two loud shouts rang out one after the other!
Almost simultaneously, the earth trembled, and a wedge-shaped structure rose from the ground, with molten glass, just heated to boiling point, shimmering on the building's sloping surface.
Something sharp and evil sliced through the sky. Nightscythe emerged from the thick clouds, and the dark crescent shape approached them at an unimaginable speed. Hades saw the flash of the Gauss cannon charging on it.
Hades realized that this was not intended for him, but rather for Magnus, but in any case, the ambush ultimately proved effective.
All of this happened in an instant. Taking advantage of this moment, Obi-Long escorted its master, the old general Crowned Man, onto the ancient tomb command vessel.
The crescent-shaped ship slowly rose into the air, with a crowned figure standing on its command seat.
Hades was about to act, but a message from Tarachin made him pause for a moment.
The Endless One, wielding the Staff of Annihilation, strode out from behind the dunes like a king. The physical universe beside him was now distorted, bursting forth with astonishing seven-colored light.
"This Star God has already been claimed by [Tarasin the Endless]."
Tarachin said so, and the army of the Endless also emerged from the hyperdimensional cube labyrinth.
With a single step, the Endless One caused the Annihilator gunships that had appeared out of nowhere to rise slowly from beneath its feet, lifting the Endless One into the sky.
Night Scythe and Doomsday Scythe, with different paint schemes and symbols, slid down from the clouds and instantly engaged in a dogfight with the old general's crowned airship.
The guards of the coffin marched out in unison from beneath Tarasin, and Tarasin waved his cane at the old general.
Hades was certain he sensed at least seven openings in the Hyperion labyrinth around Tarasin. By the Emperor, does this guy usually carry so many?
On the Destroyer gunship where Tarashin stood, violent arcs of electricity surged at the muzzle of the energy cannons, and Tarashin's silver-gray body was outlined by a dazzling green light.
"Tell me your reasons for declaring war, Zandrek of Honor!"
"Tarasin shouted majestically, like a true general,"
In reality, it was once a civil official and had never received any formal military training. It relied entirely on its powerful physique after transformation to overwhelm its opponents.
Opposite it, Zandrek, a genuine noble general who had received rigorous military training, uttered a chant.
"How long has it been since I've met a nobleman who has finally come to understand honor?"
Zandrek muttered to himself, then, as if suddenly jolted awake, called out to Tarasin.
"I do not agree with your approach of letting the Star Gods roam freely!"
"Ruler of Solemnus! Abandon your foolish ways! Keep your Celestial Fragments safe—or I'll do it for you!"
"You can't beat me."
Zandreuk the Crowned One raised his head and nodded toward the Endless One.
"Then there's nothing to explain—avoid or perish!"
"Taracin shouted, while on the other side, Obi-Long, the royal guard beneath the Crowned One, also swung his scythe, and instantly swarms of scarabs and armies of space undead poured out from between the Netherworld constructs."
"For Gidlim! For the Crowned General!!!"
Obi-Long shouted, and his guards brandished their scythes!
How did war break out already?
Hades clamped down on Magnus, who looked somewhat dumbfounded and was sweating profusely. The Primarch probably hadn't expected that his friendly alien friend, with whom he had just been having such a pleasant conversation, had so many traps laid.
They both looked in unison at the war raging in the sky and on the ground, the Primarch slightly opening his mouth.
Both sides of the space undead seemed to tacitly ignore these two humans, even though Hades was a "star god".
For the Necromancers, honor plays a huge role in war. If their opponent is another Necromancer, they will fight with honorable means.
Of course, this has to be the space overlord that still remembers its "glory".
Hades considered himself a greater threat, but it seems that because Tarasim declared that it was protecting Hades, the old general tacitly agreed to attack Tarasim first.
Tarasin seemed to be telling Hades not to move, so Hades temporarily kept Magnus in check, while the Crowned One and the Endless One avoided Magnus's small library.
The sickles clashed with a clang, turning day into night. Gauss cannons ripped through the sky like streams of scalding particles, their surging heat waves rivaling even the psionic energy of Primarch Magnus.
Behind Tarachin, death rays tore through the sky, and the heavy weapon destroyer gunship hissed as it cooled down.
Buzz-buzz-buzz-!
The blinding green lightning struck the enemy ranks in an instant, turning the infantry under the crown's command into dust in a flash.
But at the same moment, a deathly gaze pierced the sky, and Nightscythe's moon wings swooped down, the twin Tesla Destroyers aimed at Tarasin, humming loudly.
In the distance, under Tarasin's command, Night Scythe, defeated in a dogfight, exploded into a dazzling firework.
Zandreuk is right. In terms of troop deployment alone, Tarasin is no match for it!
The Necromancers' military operations are controlled by the highest-ranking Necromancers, while the generals are responsible for all the programming calculations.
For space necromancers, only individuals of sufficiently high rank can organize a large-scale war.
Because the higher the level, the better the body, and the less likely its circuitry will burn out under high-intensity calculations.
Although Zandreuk appears eccentric, its combat strategy remains intact; in fact, it has become even more refined thanks to the old general's combat experience.
Even though Zandreek's guard Obi-Long seems far more reliable than the old general, commanding an army would quickly burn out Obi-Long's circuits, while Zandreek would remain unscathed.
hum!
Nightscythe swooped down toward Tarachin! Lasers erupted! After a flash of white light, the Endless Ones standing atop the Annihilator gunship turned into some kind of molten metal.
Without a doubt! Tarachin is slightly behind in the aerial maneuvering battle.
The crowned creature froze, not expecting that Tarasin would die so easily; the attack could have been completely stopped.
But the deed is done, and the old general intends to transfer the soldiers to the now-unclaimed Star God—
boom!
The crimson sand exploded, and a huge, jet-black sickle-like insect leaped out from the ground. With a flick of its tail, the coffin guards fell like dominoes.
They are tomb raiders!
More than one; in an instant, Zandrek detected at least dozens of Tomb Stalkers.
A new batch of Nightscythes tore through the clouds, and a brand new Talathin stood atop the largest rogue, moving to a safer location.
"Tarahim is not dead."
The Endless One, gripping its merciless annihilation staff, gave a self-deprecating laugh.
It realized the gap between itself and these battle-hardened generals.
"We can call a truce,"
The old general looked at the Endless One and said, "It seems the recently melted body of Tarasin has frightened it."
Zandreuk felt that Talazin didn't need to die; they could have simply held a banquet after the battle, and Talazin would have been far more interesting than his own dynasty's contemporaries.