Warhammer 40k, but I’m really not an angelic father!

Due to the urgency of time, Guilliman and his men were in a fleet that was using the Webway to sail at high speed towards Terra. The flagship leading this fleet was Guilliman's Macragge's Glory.

The three Primarchs were on the bridge of the flagship.

"Only you would dare to mobilize the Death Companies of each Chapter to form an independent force. No other Chapter Master would dare to do this."

When Guilliman looked at the list of personnel handed to him by Sandales, the Lord of Ultramar suddenly felt his scalp tingling.

Because the densely packed names on this list correspond to all the members of the Death Companies in the dozens of Blood Angels Chapters, and their total number is almost thousands.

What kind of horrific scene would it be if thousands of fearless and crazy-killing Death Company Blood Angels were suddenly deployed on a battlefield?

Even the demons of the Blood God would want to retreat before these terrifying killers...

"Although it hurts, I have to do this. If any of them can overcome the effects of those two curses, I will immediately remove them from this list."

"But honestly, I don't hold out much hope for that."

Sandales and Guilliman were now sitting in their respective seats.

Although on paper the flagship of the Night Lords Legion was still intact, it could not be used in normal combat.

Because before this flagship was recaptured by Sevatar, it had suffered a long period of Chaos erosion from the scum within the Night Lords.

Moreover, this ship has been in the warp for thousands of years, and a short period of purification work is simply not enough to restore the ship to its original appearance.

Until this point, the ship could only dock in a secret port in the divided area.

Until the Nightfall's Chaos corruption is completely incinerated and cleansed by the Emperor's flames, the flagship's shields will remain down and under armed guard within Abaddon's Blackstone Fortress.

If any disturbance in the Warp occurs, the terrifying firepower of the Blackstone Fortress will immediately tear it into pieces.

"You should be thankful that you don't have to kill your own offspring with your own hands. Sanguinius had to personally kill the out-of-control offspring in the Legion. He thought this little secret could be hidden from me, but it wasn't."

Koz, who was sitting alone, flicked out and retracted the sharp blade on the back of his hand with some boredom.

It seemed that for him, the only form of entertainment at the moment was to admire the pair of weapons that had just been smeared with dregs and blood.

"Of course, I'm also very fortunate, because I don't have to kill those still loyal descendants with heartache. Those who died at my hands are not worthy of being in the Night Lords Legion. They are all unforgivable evildoers."

The Night Haunter was still thinking about the "Battle of Isstvan III" he launched before setting off.

Those fallen Night Lords could not escape the pursuit of the Black Guards and Sevata, the captain of the first company.

During the time when Sevata disappeared, he had been searching for information about the Fallen, so that he could wipe out all these sinners who truly poisoned the Legion in the future.

Koz did summon all the midnight wanderers in his own name, including the "Faceless Prince" Thor, the "Bloody Skeleton" Lansahai, the "Prince of Thorns" Carl and the "Tattooed Count" Scolavik.

These scumbags didn't come here voluntarily.

They were threatened by Koz, and all the recorded wandering souls had to rush to the place where Koz summoned them within a limited time, otherwise they would face his endless pursuit.

They were afraid of this, so they chose to comply.

But what was waiting for them there was not the figure of Koz.

It was the "Battle of Isstvan III" launched by the real Night Lords Legion.

All the Fallen's ships were gathered in one location, followed by a joint encirclement and suppression by the Night Lords, Blood Angels, and Ultramarines Legions.

The Fallen tried to notify the fleet for rescue in panic, but what awaited their fleet was only the terrifying firepower from Star Fort Galatan.

As one of the six huge star fortresses in the world of Ultramar, this oldest, largest and most powerful star fortress destroyed nearly half of the Fallen's fleet in almost an instant.

Those notorious scum either died in orbital bombardment or were killed in the joint encirclement of the three Primarchs.

"As long as we deal with some unstable factors in advance, it will be much easier for Calgar and his team to recapture other planets later. At least they won't have to worry about sneak attacks."

"They don't have to be on guard against sneak attacks, but we do have to be careful."

Sandales began to speculate when Magnus would attack them. Both Sanguinius and Curze almost predicted the scene of Magnus launching the attack.

But the scene was fleeting, and even they couldn't see more details.

"You can't see more?"

"Indeed, even the prophecy we initiated is only a hazy gray. The power of the Laughing God is blocked by the Lord of Change. All we can hear is the other party's sneer."

After feeling Sandales's gaze on him, Visage could only shake his head.

The prophecies he and Hilandri had made were completely obscured by the power of the Lord of Change. He could not see anything with his eyes, and even his ears could only hear Carlos's sneer.

It was impossible to make a prediction on their own initiative. All they could rely on now were the fragments of information the two Primarchs had learned.

"Last time, it was the Blood God's demons that came to stop us, and this time it's the Lord of Change's power. Did the four of them agree to take turns?"

After sitting back in his seat, Sandales covered his forehead with his hands in pain. At this moment, he suddenly felt that even the Internet was not safe.

Isn't it said that there shouldn't be creatures from the subspace here?

Why is there a demon waiting for me every time I come in?

"You're really wrong, Sandales. If the images I saw are not significantly different, then it seems that Magnus was being chased by someone."

"I don't know what Sanguinius saw, but what I saw was Magnus looking anxious. He did launch an attack, but I'm not sure who he attacked."

After leaning his back against the backrest, Koz was finally able to peacefully enjoy this short rest time.

He didn't know if it was his illusion, but he felt that the deeper he went into this webway, the less impact the prophecy and psychic power had on him.

It had been a long time since he had enjoyed the feeling of having his mind completely empty.

"If you ask me, he was most likely chased here by that Trazyn. Magnus might have wanted to ambush us, but he didn't expect Trazyn to be ambush him too."

"Are you feeling particularly comfortable now? The prophecy and psychic powers have no effect on you anymore?"

"Yes, how did you know?"

Curze opened his eyes, but the scene he saw from the bridge shocked him.

In his sight, a creation that was clearly not of the Eldar technological style appeared out of thin air on the inner wall of the webway. If nothing unexpected happened, it should be the tombstone door that Trazyn had mentioned.

This technology, which can directly create a hole in the inner wall of the Webway to assist the Necrons in navigating through the Webway, is also very mysterious.

But what made Koz feel incredible at the moment was not this door, but what came out of this door.

Countless Necromancer constructs and Undead forces were advancing towards the trapped Great Crystal Pyramid, which had served as the flagship of the 15th Legion was trapped in place by the Tombstone Gate itself.

Magnus the Red Devil, who was at the top of the Great Crystal Pyramid, was trying to cast a psychic spell, but the suppression of the Black Stone made the power of his spells smaller and smaller.

And on the other side of the confrontation with Magnus.

Trazyn the Infinite was sitting leisurely on his throne, the scepter in his hand was emitting phase-decomposition beams from time to time.

The throne containing the fragments of the Star God is providing a constant supply of energy for Trazyn's attack.

"I originally thought you'd be incredibly difficult to find, but I didn't expect you to be so arrogant as to wait here. It's truly effortless! The mere vibration from the opening of the Tombstone Gate is enough to temporarily trap your flagship."

Taraxin looked relieved. Originally, in order to deal with this guy, he specially dragged out the flagship he had obtained from the Emperor of the Mehset Dynasty, but he didn't expect that he would not be able to use the flagship at all.

This guy was too arrogant, much more arrogant than any human he had ever met. Magnus even thought that psychic power could override everything.

Little did they know that there were things in this world that could seal away spiritual energy...

"This is the price of pride. Well, I'm really lucky today. I might even be able to get a fragment of the Primarch's soul."

96

Chapter 96 Magnus.

(Two chapters today, one with 4000 words, this is 7000 words, and today's update is words)

(Also, does anyone know the details of the hostility between the Iron Hand's parent group and its daughter group? Please help me fill in the gaps in my knowledge^O^／)

"Can we bypass the area where they're fighting? If we rush through them, this fleet will likely be attacked by both sides at the same time."

"It's impossible. Their battle area is so large that it almost blocks the entire navigation space of the Webway. Moreover, the frequency of the battles between the two sides is too high. No matter how hard we try to dodge, we can't escape safely."

Sandales and Guilliman were analyzing the battle between Magnus and Trazyn, while Curze was silently observing everything, trying to find a loophole in the battle area.

But whether it was Sandales's discussion or Curze's search, it seemed difficult to find an area that could be penetrated in this war caused by the Necrons and the Fallen Primarch.

The firepower of the ship-borne Gauss weapons used by the Necrons is so dense that any living thing that dares to pass through the combat zone will be broken down to its atomic state, even the armored hull of the warship is no exception.

There are only two things they can do right now.

Or wait out the war between Trazyn and Magnus, and then leave in peace.

Or choose to help Trazyn completely defeat Magnus' army in one fell swoop.

The former is safer, but at the cost of more time; the latter is faster, but it will inevitably cause the fleet to suffer losses.

Therefore, neither Sandales nor Guilliman had decided which method to take. The Terra Expeditionary Fleet was currently anchored in the airspace of the Webway, with the Glory of Macragge at the forefront of the fleet formation.

Just as Sandiles was pondering how to break the deadlock, Trazyn, who had been sitting on the throne, also noticed the arrival of the human expedition fleet.

He could see the three Primarchs he had met not long ago on this beautiful flagship. Out of curiosity, Trazyn directly controlled the throne under him and flew towards the Glory of Macragge.

Although every ship in the fleet had its weapons locked on the Necron, none would actually attack until Guilliman gave the order.

"Ho ho ho, look who's here! We just met not long ago, didn't we?"

It was not until Trazyn and the throne beneath him arrived outside the bridge porthole of Macragge's Glory that Sandales and the others were able to see the true size of the throne.

Originally, Trazyn was far away, and they thought the throne was not very big.

But when it came before their eyes, they discovered that the area of this throne was already as large as the entire bridge area where they were.

Guilliman was thinking about how to negotiate with Trazyn, while Sandales's eyes were focused on the green figure who kept howling in pain.

It seemed like a piece of debris, but he could not detect anything about the soul from it.

These beings seem to have no souls, they seem to be some kind of completely real cosmic existence, but one thing must be admitted, that is, this imprisoned guy possesses endless energy.

"Don't use your little thoughts on that guy. You can't control him. He's a fragment of a Star God. With your current abilities, there's no way you can defeat him."

Trazyn waved his silver finger in front of Sandiles's eyes, diverting his gaze from the fragment of the Star God to himself.

He was indeed a little worried that humans would set their sights on those Star God fragments. With humans' current strength, they would have no chance of fighting against the Star God fragments.

And any piece of Star God fragment wandering in the universe may cause trouble to the Necrons. After all, it was the Necrons who broke the Star God into pieces.

There is also a mortal feud between those star gods and their Necrons.

Trazyn's throne was floating outside the porthole of Macragge's Glory. Half lying on the seat, Trazyn was leisurely watching the entire battlefield, while also mocking the arrogance and conceit of the fallen Primarch.

"You didn't expect this guy to ambush you in the Webway, did you? Honestly, I didn't expect it either, but this guy arrogantly used his psychic powers in the Webway. The dazzling psychic power almost turned him into a beacon in the Webway."

"I even locked onto their position simply by adjusting the opening position of the tombstone door. It was a piece of cake."

The scepter in Trazyn's hand once again emitted a green light, and as the light became brighter, the Necrons' offensive became more aggressive.

The Necron troops, who had originally tried to continuously deplete the military strength of Magnus's men, immediately began a large-scale advance, and their Gauss-disintegration rifles fired volleys in a regular manner.

"I don't know what method those guys used to transform the flesh into a soul trapped in this armor. From the perspective of the result, this is very similar to the process of us becoming Necrons."

"It's a pity that their transformed bodies are still too fragile. The only thing worth praising is that their rituals can preserve their souls."

“This is a bit better than we were before.”

Trazyn told Sandales and the others some of the past events of the Necrons without any concern.

To him, it was just a piece of history, but to humans, it was of no use even if they knew that history.

They couldn't pose a threat to the Necrons anyway.

"Aren't you still going to use that flagship?"

Coze's attention was all focused on the huge and terrifying Blackstone flagship.

The scale of that ship was even larger than the Queen of Glory-class battleship. He had only seen a tomb flagship that had not yet been activated in the tomb of a dead dynasty.

He had never seen the full power of this Necron flagship.

Trazyn glanced at Curze with interest.

I was a little confused. How did he know that this ship was used as a flagship?

Could it be that he had seen this kind of flagship somewhere else?

If there is a flagship left somewhere else, then maybe I can salvage that ship.

"There's no need to overwhelm the Blackstone flagship to deal with him. Moreover, if necessary, that flagship is ready to unleash firepower you can't even imagine."

"Of all the ships present, only the Great Crystal Pyramid can compare to it, and that warp vessel would have to be unoppressed to even stand against this flagship."

"And you don't think...what the hell is this?"