Chapter 1073: Probing First

Ten thousand warriors jumped out of the portal in an instant, and what awaited them was a Gaussian arc bombardment with more than ten times the number. The reinforcements that came later marched in the dust of the collapse of the previous ones, and approached the front of the Necrontyr warriors with numbers and speed.

The Necrontyr had advanced technology and powerful weapons, but their army had no independent will of their own and did not know the concept of victory at all. The Emperor could only drive the warriors like winding springs, using clumsy and simple square formations to form effective combat power.

If they were separated by the offensive, the clumsy and stiff movements of the low-level warriors would become the biggest disadvantage. Even a team of untrained Astra Militarum could defeat the seemingly terrifying warriors with the support of courage. After all, before the transformation of the body, these warriors were just civilians under the shadow of the dynasty.

To put it more bluntly, the IQ of today's Necrontyr warriors may not be as high as that of the sweeping robot in a noble's home. The human empire found a humanoid launcher for the laser rifle, and this hell joke can also be used on the Necrontyr.

The degraded Eldar passively knew the weakness of the Necrontyr. They continued to disperse in the defense line built by the Necrontyr, and used flexible guerrilla tactics to force the Necrontyr army to separate. The Necrontyr Bone Mech units became the firepower nodes of these small Eldar groups. The Nether Light Cannon could easily tear open the living metal shell and further burn the circuits buried in it.

Although the Necrontyr still had the advantage, it was expected that they would fall into a difficult battle. The Silent King would never allow such a thing to happen, and directly pressed all the elite troops. Those Destroyer Lords who could complete the extinction of the life of the entire planet with only a few of them flew like locusts to support every battlefield. The Gauss weapons and phase blades they were equipped with could tear open the bodies of all enemies. Even the psionic giants that could no longer be restored by the Eldar today collapsed under their fierce attack.

As more and more Necrontyr constructs awakened from the grave, the scattered army formation that was rushed by the Eldar's swift offensive was rebuilt. The Scorpion Destroyer could withstand the volleys of several teams of Fire Dragon Warriors, and after quickly approaching with three prosthetic legs, it chopped them into pieces along with their weapons. These electronic psychopaths who were deeply trapped in the destruction of nothingness enjoyed the feedback of torturing the living, but they could only get the boring sand and stone from the creations imitated by the degraded bodies. So the Scorpion Destroyer continued to search and kill, trying to satisfy his never-ending nothingness.

The taller Underworld Reincarnator rushed to the front line under the cover of the scarab swarm, and all the firepower projected was blocked by the scarabs as dense as black clouds.

The disintegrated parts fell at their feet, and then rebuilt and repaired under the light. As long as the Reincarnator's eyes could reach, all the downtime Necrontyr warriors would be reawakened.

"According to the current consumption level, we will be at a disadvantage in numbers after 7491 years." The kings relied on the ghost network to transmit information, and they deduced this from the situation in the sleeping tomb.

The Necrontyr's military structure is different from other civilizations. They have no possibility of reproduction and development. They can only awaken the dusty legions and pull the damaged warriors back to the tomb for repair. From the speed of replenishment, they are the Protoss in StarCraft. They can only deploy troops according to the limit of the number of jumps at a time, and the degraded body is a swarm of insects that has been strengthened to the extreme, vomiting more troops like diarrhea.

If they are forced to build, it is not impossible. But all Necrontyr are very taboo about this. After all, building troops is equivalent to acknowledging the soulless nature of the Necrontyr in disguise. Every assembly line factory has become the largest stone tablet to strengthen the robot nature of the Necrontyr.

"Don't waste time here, open the passage for them."

The Silent King ordered, and the emperors took off the cloaks made of gorgeous jewels and rare metals, and activated the power of the Star God fragments they won after the victory of the Battle of Heaven.

Burners, Deep Frosts, Extremes, Presenters, Sharps, Hungry...

These lost powers are displayed in the hands of the Fahuang. They are the core of the dynasty and also the strongest in the dynasty. Any enemy who tries to defeat the dynasty's offensive with decapitation tactics will kneel under their power.

The power of the Star God twists the living metal body, allowing the Fahuang to transform into an unquantifiable conceptual body. The power directly acting on the rules kills thousands of degraded bodies, because the death of the degraded bodies is different because of the different powers of the Star God.

Of course, using the power of the Star God is not without any side effects. Even if calculated by the standards of the Death-fearing, the energy consumed to release the power of the Star God is astonishingly terrifying. The inventory accumulated over the long years has been consumed a lot in just a few minutes. If the battle cannot be ended within a hundred years, the Death-fearing will be forced to shut down many facilities to reduce energy consumption.

Once the power of the Star Gods joined the battle, the seemingly stalemate situation fell towards the Necrontyr. The Pantheon Ark was cut open at the molecular level, and countless nuclear explosions burst out on the cut surface. Human ships were squeezed into a pile of scrap metal in the twisted torrent, and then turned into dust powder by the conceptual burning force.

Under the Necrontyr's reckless advancement, the wreckage has piled up into a wide dust belt surrounding the planet, and particles with a diameter of one meter or even smaller have formed haze in the universe.

"This is really horrifying." The Primarchs looked at the mutual attacks between the Necrontyr and the Degenerates, and couldn't help but feel awe and powerlessness. If the Necrontyr really became the enemy of the Human Empire, they couldn't imagine how humans would defeat these dead souls. ,

Perhaps, only the extinction of the entire race and the promotion of the birth of the Dark Emperor can glimpse the edge of victory.

The dice in Tzeentch's hand were shaking slower and slower, and it could be seen that she was hesitant about supporting the degraded body. She looked at Lin Fan and found that the Subject was staring at the battlefield in a trance, presumably deeply attracted by the fierce battle.

Tzeentch could understand this obsession. After all, this kind of cricket fighting that only required watching without investing energy was indeed a very good pastime. The Four Gods were pleased by the chaos of the galaxy and bestowed grace according to their mood.

However, this was a great game that she had painstakingly prepared. If she dealt with it with a pastime attitude, it would be a shame for all her previous efforts.

"Aren't you going to show your strength, Subject?"

Lin Fan heard Tzeentch's voice, turned her head and looked at her twice, then waved her hand and said, "It's not time yet, I'm not in a hurry."

Oh... is that so?

Tzeentch narrowed his eyes, guessing the psychological activities of Lin Fan when he said this.

After a long time, Tzeentch decided to test Lin Fan and stopped the shaking dice in his hand.