Chapter 1101 Battle in Heaven

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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 Eldar came and went on the top of the tower.

In this occasion, in addition to the two creatures like the Eldar and the Ork general, there was another one that was completely motionless.

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

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

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

That was the Ancient Saint named Zen.

He was the creator father of the ancient Eldar and ancient orc races.

Among the few individuals of the father race, this creator father was sent by the Council to support and defend the sons of the Ancient Saints in the entire galaxy.

The psychic defense line across the galaxy is collapsing.

The threat is coming quietly.

No one present except the Ancient Saint Zen could remain calm.

After a moment, Zen slowly opened his eyes.

The Ancient Eldar prophet standing in front of the psychic star map immediately turned back to look at the Ancient Saint.

In an instant, the two completed the communication.

The prophet interpreted the message of the Ancient Saint to the orcs beside him.

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

The plan that had been repeated thousands of times was all useless.

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

The orcs beside him were the same.

They were ashamed that they had not formulated a suitable strategic plan to intercept the dead fleet.

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

There was no need for the ancient saint to remind him. Since every interception plan executed in the past and in the future had failed, and the ancient saint did not give any reminders, it meant that the fate of this galaxy was destined to be destroyed.

The only way was to reduce the losses as much as possible before destruction.

After realizing that he should do so, the ancient elf prophet turned his head to look at the orc, who immediately left.

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

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

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

In an instant, all the galaxies within a distance of seventy light years from the dead fleet to the current galaxy withered because of the prophet's thought.

Stars died and planets decomposed.

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

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

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

Among the countless fellows, the ten closest to him immediately ran towards him.

The orc military leader waited.

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

The ten selected orcs walked into the portal and appeared outside the dead fleet the next second.

Although they were in the void, they could walk as if they were walking on the surface.

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

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

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

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

Green substances suddenly grew on the floor.

The dead warriors who discovered this immediately fired at the substances, but then they were smashed to pieces by more tall green figures.

Those were orcs.

More and more orcs grew out from various places, and they easily dismantled the floor or any usable materials.

Some of the orcs that 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.

This is the situation of a ship.

For now.

A few seconds later, this situation appeared in the entire dead fleet.

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

"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 green bastards casually, and then the whole fleet starts to grow those green bastards everywhere. It doesn't seem to know that those bastards will split."

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

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

The greenskin orcs in the fleet were quickly cleaned up.

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

But Imotek began to infer more things based on experience.

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.

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

The reality in which the fleet is located is already very weak.

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

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

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

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

All the Necrons knelt on the ground.

Imotek stood up and looked at the Burner.

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

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

Imotek was very dissatisfied because there would be more greenskins growing in the fleet than before.

"We are just here to carry out an annihilation operation."

The Burner slowly looked at Imotek.

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

"Otherwise I will be very bored."