Chapter 839 Arrogant Mistake

Where exactly the trap set by the C'tan Trickster was pointing to, Orikan had no way of calculating this from the limited information in front of him. He could only be in the gap of the relative passage of time, witnessing the changes in the situation from a higher perspective, just as he used the technology of temporary energyization of the body to predict the movement of the stars more deeply.

The operating procedures of the thousands of Black Stone Spires were triggered a little, and then this disturbance gradually magnified in the energy release of the Black Stone Spires.

The released energy did not stay at the edge of the crack, but drifted deeper into the subspace. With the help of the fine cracks on the wall of the webway, these energies acted on the legacy of the ancient saints.

The energy did not select the state of the webway. The webways that had been broken and those that could continue to operate became the objects of energy stitching.

Then the webway tightened and compressed inward. The details of the webway were the first to be forcibly gathered together by the energy, and then the larger webways that could be used for vehicles and ships were wider.

Orikan was in a complicated mood. He suddenly felt that the Necrontyr's attitude towards the Eye of Terror was not correct enough. It seemed that it was not a safe decision to just let him and Trazyn take full charge of the Blackstone Array near the Eye of Terror.

But thinking carefully about the situation of the Necrontyr, Orikan could not have too many complaints and regrets.

The Zerg outside the system attracted most of the attention of the Dynasty. Every awakened Dynasty needed to contribute a little bit of its own strength to the extra-system defense line. But even so, there were still Zergs that could break through the extra-system defense line and enter the Milky Way to create chaos.

When Cadia was invaded by Chaos, the Blood Angels' home planet, Baal, far away at the other end of the Milky Way, had been regarded as a food in the belly by the Zerg. The mother group and the daughter group gathered near Baal to piece together tens of thousands of Space Marines, but this force still could not give them a clear advantage in the face of the Zerg's attack.

In line with the basic requirements of the Alliance, there is also a Dynasty fleet hidden near Baal. Although it is not large in scale, the defense should be sufficient.

Just from these points, Orikan can summarize the current style of the emperors of the dynasties and the Silent King.

First, there is a lack of manpower. The Great Awakening will take a long time to be completely completed.

Second, the extreme arrogance of the dynasties engraved on the data board. The Star Gods are just prisoners hiding everywhere under the pursuit of the Executioner Dynasty, the Four Gods are just a conscious tide in the warp, the peak of the human empire is not as good as the dynasty, the orcs have become a barbarian tribe that burns, kills, plunders and is not good at production, and the Eldar are trembling on the edge of extinction.

Except for the subjective, everything else is not in the eyes of the dynasty.

So this is the price paid for arrogance?

Orikan thought bitterly, and then he used the power of the Star God fragments to forcibly drive the time and space spell to start working. Under the effect of this spell, the situation will not become too bad.

"Oh, dear time wizard. You must understand this." The ethereal voice of the deceiver echoed in Orikan's ears, "The power of the technological rune does not belong to you."

The image received by the detector suddenly blurred, and Orikan found that his perspective was locked in a strange place.

This hall is surrounded by basalt stones, and the ancient silver machinery is wrapped with unimaginable energy. The beams they release converge in an arc to a huge sarcophagus made of gold and mysterious alloy on the ground.

The gaps in the sarcophagus emit a nearly death-like silence, and countless binary codes are looming in this ethereal silence. From time to time, a binary code flows upstream and squeezes into the gap of the sarcophagus without any sound.

When Orikan placed this mysterious sarcophagus in the center of his detector, he knew that the real master of all technology was imprisoned in the sarcophagus-the Star God Void Dragon.

The Void Dragon is powerful, and his absolute control over technology makes the Necronists very afraid. As long as he thinks, he can turn the powerful technology that the Necrontyr used to conquer the stars into useless waste.

Void Dragons are important. The Necrontyr crushed many Star Gods in the war of revenge against the Star Gods and filled them into the monument as fuel. But the Void Dragon cannot be completely crushed. His demise means the collapse of the technological system. No civilization with a brain would do such a stupid thing.

Therefore, the Necrontyr only deprived the Void Dragon of its consciousness, leaving the owner of the technology with only mechanical inflexibility. But now it seems that the Deceiver has decided to give the Void Dragon precious consciousness again.

"Guess what this is?" The Deceiver took out the outline of a symbol, and Orikan recognized what the Deceiver was holding with his amazing knowledge.

A fragment of one of the Twelve Mantras.

"No, you don't dare." Orikan's voice trembled a little, "You don't dare! Deceiver! Don't forget that the Void Dragon hates you as well! He won't thank you for gaining consciousness! He will only use all his strength to destroy you!"

"But before destroying me, he will destroy you first. It's better to lose both than to lose alone." Deceiver answered nonchalantly. Orikan was speechless and could only watch desperately as Deceiver slapped the Truth Object into the sarcophagus that imprisoned the Void Dragon.

The master of technology and machinery regained consciousness temporarily, and the deathly silence was replaced by boundless hatred and confusion.

The Void Dragon looked at Orikan, and this look made Orikan lose all control of his body.

A code slowly and unstoppably penetrated into Orikan's core, and the shining time technology spell was held in the hand of the Void Dragon.

The Void Dragon easily erased Orikan's command, and then wrote a new command.

"Speed ​​up."

"The situation is not bad now. It seems that it is only a matter of time to close the Eye of Terror." Watching the cracks in Agrippina slowly heal, Trazyn was in a good mood.

However, after a few seconds, Trazyn found that something was wrong. The cracks that were slowly sutured suddenly stopped, and then began to slowly reverse and crack. The dimming light of the Warp began to become brighter and brighter, and the battle between Khorne and Slaanesh became more and more conspicuous. The waves created by the collision of the two concepts made more and more corrosion flow out of the cracks.

Chaotic creations of the Warp began to be generated inexplicably in the void, and skulls with blood and thorns full of spikes flew around the Imperial fleet.

"Orikan." Trazyn called subconsciously, and when he looked back, he found that Orikan was standing there with his head down and motionless.

The living metal body was red hot, and some parts of the structure were even cracking due to uneven heat, which reminded Trazyn of the failed baked pottery he had made by hand.