Warhammer: I don’t want to become an evil god!!

Chapter 200 The Necromancer Overlord's Defenses Are Broken

The resurrection mechanism has always been an advantage for the undead race.

After the undead warriors were destroyed on the battlefield,

The mangled body would then be sent into the furnace to be remelted.

After the physical body is completed, personality data will be downloaded from the data ocean to complete the resurrection process.

As long as the resurrection device isn't destroyed, the space necromancers can keep resurrecting, and combined with their advanced technology...

For many weaker races

The Necromancers of space are like gods, invincible beings.

Tarasin has always used this method to bully weaker races and take whatever he wants from them.

This time, he finally understood the feelings of those races who had once been furious at his impotence.

Because he also encountered an enemy who could be resurrected and who could overwhelm him in the field of technology.

Once again, these humans bypassed the tomb's security protocols and arrived before him silently.

It's worth noting that after the last incident, he strengthened the protective protocols.

The opponent, however, still managed to break through silently.

Thinking about this, Tarasin felt an emotion he hadn't felt in a long time: despair.

He really couldn't understand how these humans managed to do that.

It should be noted that their race's physical technology was perfected with the help of ancient star gods, and it is the pinnacle of the western galaxy.

It's impossible that these humans have a star god helping them out, right?

Tarahin quickly abandoned this idea.

Because the vast majority of the Star Gods have already been shattered into pieces.

Moreover, given the temperament of the Star God, how could he possibly assist humanity?

"We meet again, Tarasin."

The warrior activated the longsword in his hand.

The servo unit emitted a low growl.

This time, the War Master used a chainsaw sword.

Upon his resurrection, he immediately expended a large amount of merit points.

They requested that Hiring relocate Tarasin and assist in disabling the tomb's security system.

And so, Zhan Shuai and his group appeared before Tarasin looking radiant.

“I underestimated your group; you are more troublesome than I imagined.”

Tarasin held the Staff of Annihilation of Transference, his voice cold and piercing.

Because dealing with humans was too easy in the past.

He subconsciously developed a sense of contempt for humanity.

Before targeting the Chosen Ones, no investigation was conducted at all.

Subconsciously, I believed that the Chosen Ones were merely a new type of warrior created by the human empire.

I need to get a few back as specimens.

They had no idea that these chosen ones could not only be resurrected, but also draw upon the Emperor's power.

Knowing this, he would certainly be more cautious when capturing the Chosen Ones, or even abandon the idea of ​​capturing them altogether.

Now, anything or anyone connected to the corpse on that golden throne is in serious trouble.

The bell of St. Gestapo from last time is an example.

He had clearly taken all the necessary protective measures.

But when Abaddon launched the Thirteenth Dark Crusade,

The ancient relic actually emitted a chime within the static force field.

The sound was loud and resonant, shaking the very fabric of time and space, damaging many of Tarachin's collections and causing many artifacts to spiral out of control.

Tarasin had no choice but to throw this hot potato deep into the net.

Hopefully, that relic will cause some trouble for the Eldar.

“You are more difficult to deal with than I imagined,” Zhan Shuai said. “This time, I will not be as careless as I was last time.”

Tarasim activated the scepter in his hand.

The scepter was enveloped in a deep green light, possessing a captivating power.

"I'll take care of you again, you little thief."

"I should be the one saying that."

The War General activated combat mode and turned on the thrusters on his back.

His speed increased instantly, becoming as swift as a ghost, so fast that he left afterimages in the air.

Before his transformation, Tarasim was a scholar; combat was not his forte.

After the bio-transformation, thanks to his highly resilient active metal body, he gained the ability to become a warrior.

The implanted logic module in his brain allowed him to utilize the combat data of those warriors with ease.

Having experienced so many wars, he had become a master of combat.

A beam of light emanated from Tarasin's body, and the flow of time around him suddenly slowed down.

Tarachin was also able to see the War General's exaggerated speed clearly.

He used the scepter to block the opponent's attack.

Zheng! !

The scepter blocked the roaring serrated sword, emitting a piercing sound and sparks of electricity.

"Fighting using the power of time, that's really interesting!!"

Through the battle armor's analysis system, the Warmaster learned that Tarasin was using some kind of time field.

"This is something you lower beings cannot understand; we possess technology far surpassing yours."

“In my eyes, you are nothing more than a crude, primitive man with a stone in his hand.”

Tarasin scoffed.

"Your race will never be able to compare with ours."

"You were once slaves of the Star God," the War General said quietly.

Tarasin: "…………"

"Your understanding of the universe is crude and simplistic."

"You were once slaves of the Star God," the War General repeated.

Anger rose in Tarasin's heart. "Your Corpse King was a fool. He killed himself and dragged humanity down with him."

"You were once slaves of the Star God," the War General repeated once more.

"Damn it!!" Tarasin's defenses crumbled, and white steam billowed from the gaps in his body.

His emotional module overloaded, and the steam it emitted was coolant.

Suddenly, a bright beam of light erupted from the scepter in his hand, repelling the war commander.

Then, Tarahin looked at the guards behind him and gave them orders.

"Kill them."

The necromancers raised their long Gauss rifles and fired at the players.

Bright, emerald-green beams of light pierced the air and landed on the players' shields.

"Attack!" Jujiro shouted.

The scepter in his hand suddenly erupted with a terrifying spiritual power.

A bright flash of lightning suddenly appeared, accompanied by a thunderous roar.

He instantly sent the charging undead warrior flying.

Other players also picked up their bomb guns and fired at the undead.

After slaying several undead warriors, the Warlord once again faced the Endless One, Tarashin.

"Your head is mine, Necromancer Overlord," War Commander said.

These words ignited a fire of anger in Tarahin's heart.

How dare such a tiny human being act so arrogantly, so ignorant of the immensity of heaven and earth.

Saying things like that shows they don't respect him at all!

“Damn monkeys, when the Fearful Ones walked among the stars, you were all just a bunch of sea creatures,” Tarasin said.

"You were utterly defeated by the Ancient Saints, yet you are still slaves of the Star God, a bunch of Star Slaves selling hooks."

"Unable to defeat the Spirit Clan Empire, they had no choice but to slink away and go into slumber."

Zhan Shuai displayed his keyboard warrior skills.

They exploited Taraxin's weaknesses and unleashed a barrage of attacks.

Tarasin broke through the defenses again and launched an even fiercer attack on the War General.

However, deep down he was a scholar.

After a fierce battle,

Zheng! !

After another parry, his scepter flew out of his hand.

It landed in the distance, making a crisp sound.

"Looks like you lost again."

The Warlord swung his roaring chainsaw sword, cleaving off Tarasin's arm and plunging it into his chest, and began to cut continuously.

Tarasin felt the opponent's blade tearing through his body, which was made of active metal.

It's biting into his core reactor.

In a flash of sword light,

Battery acid and reactor solution gushed out, splashing onto the ground with a hissing sound like hot oil.

Tarasin staggered a few steps before collapsing to his knees.

"This time, you won't have another chance."

Zhan Shuai kicked the Necromancer Overlord's metal body, knocking him to the ground.

Then, he stepped on Tarachin's head again, grinning.

“I said before that I would cut off your head and ask you if you were the real person. Now I’m keeping my promise.”

Tarasin gave him the middle finger. "I'll be back, monkey."

"Even if you come back a thousand times, ten thousand times, it won't change the fact that I will kill you."

The roaring chainsword swung down, severing Tarasin's head and ending the reign of the undead overlord once again.

The commander was not careless this time.

Instead, he cautiously looked around.

Fearing that the other party might use the bodies of other undead warriors to ambush him again,

After searching for a while, Tarachin did not reappear, clearly indicating that he had given up.