I am the magnetic field maniac

The light of hyperspace flickered, but just before it engulfed them—

An even stronger light enveloped everything.

Angron opened his eyes.

"What the hell is going on here!!"

He complained angrily, holding his black sword tightly! He was not sent to Terra, where was this place? How come these structures of black stone and green light looked like a tomb?

"We have encountered interference from a hyperdimensional singularity." The grid paused for a moment, and the gathered nanomachines responded with a strange voice...

"I need time to recharge."

"Nothing you gods have given us is good!" Angron cursed and muttered to someone in the subspace, and at this moment, a mechanical skeleton with green light all over its body appeared in front of him!

There's no doubt about it, this is some Necrons' tomb world!

Angron blasted this bloodless monster into pieces with a punch at an extremely fast speed...

But for some reason, everything that happened before him always gave him an indescribable strong sense of déjà vu...

As he blasted the Necromancer apart, the entire tomb world seemed to be awakened. Countless scarabs like a tide poured out from all directions, and the bright green light in the darkness completely surrounded Angron.

Gua! !

Angron roared and swung out the black sword, and the magnetic field force of 700,000 horses burst out from this bound demon artifact...

Countless bright red blood spikes instantly filled every space in the tomb!

Those bodies made of solid living metal were crushed in an instant. Angron knew the troublesome properties of these steel beasts... The magnetic field force he emitted annihilated these things at the molecular level!

But this is not the end, this is just the beginning, because with Angron's destruction, countless things around him that were restrained in stagnation were released.

There are Ada with distorted faces, a whole swarm of Tyranids with bared fangs and claws, a team of Hruds holding entropy weapons, and a group of crazy orcs...

The awakening of these gathered space lives made this dark tomb seem to have suddenly turned into a miniature galactic battlefield.

After being freed, the collectibles looked at each other in bewilderment, and then, with a sound of "Waaaaagh", without hesitation, all races immediately picked up their weapons and fired at all the races next to them! !

A big chaos started without any warning.

Angron clenched the black sword tightly. He didn't know where he was or what the situation was - he only knew that he was going to kill!

"..." Grid said nothing, but silently and carefully made a strange record in his log.

Cold and shaking, Angron opened his eyes...

"Nothing you gods give is good!" He complained loudly, then blew up the Will Necron in front of him.

As the grid absorbed energy, countless collections broke free from the constraints of the static stance and ran out, and Angron simply threw away his brain and started a massacre.

Until he almost emptied out all the collections in the exhibition hall, he met an unexpected "person"...

When Angron saw the Purple Peacock wielding a flaming sword and slaughtering the Tyranid insect swarm, he thought he was seeing things.

"Fulgrim?!"

Angron's voice penetrated the cold exhibition hall, and the purple peacock was also in disbelief when he heard Angron's voice.

They looked at each other and seemed to understand each other's current situation.

The strange sense of déjà vu and the inexplicable connection made them ignore the unnecessary introductions. Angron simply rushed in front of Fulgrim, looked at this replica brother, raised an eyebrow and said...

"A clone of Fabius Bile? How did you end up in Trazyn's hands?"

Angron was also stunned after saying this. Trazyn?

Why did he know that this tomb of the dead was the place where the famous mentally ill dead in the galaxy was located?

"You're no better than me, brother." Fugen said calmly.

"I don't have Fulgrim's soul, and you have lost the body of the Primarch, only that wonderful..."

Fugen was stunned for a moment, because when he felt the magnetic field force in his body that was turning with his thoughts, his memory did not match the current situation.

What is magnetic field rotation? What is going on?

Their minds were in great confusion, but they had no time to care about the large number of escaped exhibits.

But what's strange is that why do the "types" of enemies in front of me always seem to be much less?

"The thirteenth time."

On the central throne of the Tomb World, Trazyn looked at the Primarchs who had experienced the same scene thirteen times, clapped his metal hands and praised...

"As expected of a Primarch, even if it's incomplete, it can escape my hypercube maze so quickly."

Angron and Fulgrim were going through a cycle, trapped in this hypercube maze from the moment they entered Trazyn's collection room.

In other words, the grid's hyperspace drive jump was disrupted by the special circumstances of Gordon, the dynasty world where Trazyn was located.

Due to a devastating glitch in the dimensional stabilization array, the throne world of the Nihilak Dynasty, Gordon, is half-submerged in a pocket dimension.

This is a special situation, which can be said to make the entire Dynasty World itself a stone in the hyperspace jump.

In fact, even without the special circumstances of Gordon's world, the Grid's hyperspace drive is extremely unsafe in this world.

Without a natural creature like the Purcell whale that can open up a safe passage through multiple dimensions, hyperspace jumps will face threats from various different dimensions.

Perhaps the FTL technology used by almost all races in the entire galaxy is the subspace...but only the Necromancers, their understanding of dimensional space surpasses all other races.

Their FTL technology is more than just a subspace engine...

Not to mention the Inertialess Drives that allow them to drive faster than the speed of light in the physical universe, all of the Necrons' technologies are closely related to "dimension".

The dimensional stabilization device that stabilizes the spatial array of the tomb world...

The entire tomb world can be sleeping under the planet and cannot be excavated by physical means.

PhaseShift, Deathmark, and pocket dimension technology that is common to almost every basic Necron unit.

The wormhole transmission technology Eternity Gates is widely used and installed on every Night Scythe.

And the Veil of Darkness, which is relatively rare but allows them to directly cross time and space.

Hyperspace drive may give humans a feeling of supreme treasure... or make the bacon on the throne want it at all costs.

But for the Undead, that's it - they can even use the pocket dimension to throw away garbage...

The amount and stability of the FTL technology they possess far exceeds human imagination...

It can be said that if any of the superluminal technology that leaked out of their hands could have been mastered by the Human Empire, the Emperor would not have had to work so hard to build the Ancient Saints' Webway.

After all, in the War in Heaven, the Necrons' opponents were the Old Ones, and the Warp, the largest non-material space, was basically the territory of the Old Ones.

They can only bypass the subspace and achieve faster-than-light travel from other angles, and war promotes technology, which is how the Necrons accumulated so much FTL technology.

So even if the Grid's hyperspace drive wasn't captured by Gordon's world...

Due to the lack of completely specific coordinates, his jump may still lead people into a pocket dimension created and constructed by necromancy technology.

After all, pocket dimensions are still the most commonly used technology for most Necrons, and Necrons and Chaos are two of their most valuable assets...

Basically, all safe superluminal means in the entire galaxy have been blocked.

After the collections were first planted in the pocket dimension where Trazyn collected the collections, Trazyn activated the hypercube maze.

This is a device that can continuously trace back the time and space within the pocket dimension... In short, set a time and space node, and then continuously trace back to that moment.

This technology is commonly used to imprison Star God fragments, but here in Trazyn, he likes to use a hypercube maze to lock up two groups of his favorite collections... and then watch them replay Trazyn's favorite classic scenes over and over again whenever he has time.

As for why Trazyn suddenly incorporated his prism museum into a hypercube maze? This is all thanks to the father of these two guys.

Trazyn's fingers tapped the edge next to him...

When he thought about the sudden burst of psychic energy from the Saint Gestal Bell in his collection not long ago, which almost destroyed one of his exhibition areas.

It was his fault that he thought it was just an ordinary artifact and just threw it into an ordinary stasis field...

Otherwise, one of their exhibition areas would not have been destroyed by the psychic fluctuations created by that witchcraft bacon.

"That unfortunate bell."

Trazyn muttered, feeling extremely depressed at the thought that he had lost several of his rare collections because of this bullshit.

But it didn't matter, Trazyn's mood soon improved.

He looked at the two Primarchs still wandering in the cycle, and while commanding his Lych Guards to sneak into the hypercube and slowly transfer out the precious collection inside, he laughed...

The loss of those collections was exchanged for a newer and more interesting Primarch, which was a deal that was worth it for Trazyn.

He decided to create a new series of exhibits centered around Angron, and when he found a chance to capture Sanguinor, he could create a scene of a battle of angels.

The collector's eyes were completely focused on the original body that was about to be acquired...

So much so that he didn't pay any attention to the Skynet grid that was also running around in the hypercube maze...

Of course, maybe Trazyn knew about that interesting AI life, but didn't take it seriously at all.

It’s just AI, what can it do?

84. Conditions for Impressing the Undead

"Tarasim!"

Waking up from the cycle again, Angron roared angrily at the black stone engraved with necromancy inscriptions, veins popping out on his face...

But what was the use? Angron had tried everything he could and still couldn’t get out. Even if the grid was full of energy to make another hyperspace jump…

They will also instantly trigger a node in the hypercube maze and be sent back to the present time.

This place has basically become a hamster cage designed to trap them.

He and Fugen are basically two ridiculous hamsters, running around on this roulette wheel but never able to get out!

But Angron had no way to stop it. His violence could not undo the node of time. His strength could not break the strange structure of the hypercube maze. As for wisdom...

Forget it, let’s talk about violence.

Angron never thought that he would be trapped by such a Necron... In fact, whether as a demon prince or with the power of magnetic field, Angron's mind is full of arrogance that he is invincible.

When you encounter a problem, use violence. If something cannot be broken, use more force to smash it. It will eventually break!

"Angron...it seems that you have also recovered all your memories."

Fuge, who had hurried over, looked at the angry Angron, smiled bitterly, and said helplessly...

"Any comments?"

"Opinions? I don't like using my fucking brain!"

Angron roared angrily, and punched with a force of 700,000 horsepower directly at his feet, instantly shattering the black stone structure within hundreds of square meters, but he could not go any further...

"And what about you, Mr. Grid…?"

"If my real body was here, I might be able to counter it." Grid Skynet said depressedly.

"My incomplete Nano Rebirth Realm is not enough to support me in quickly analyzing the other party's technical principles. And now - even if I crack it, I can't complete the invasion and unlock it before the time rewind node sets off."

He paused, and countless nanomachines formed a humanoid shape in front of Angron, and then he whispered...

"But I have a secret weapon. But after I use it, I'm not sure whether he will let us go or put us under closer surveillance. But at the very least, we have to try to talk to him..."

Angron and Fulgrim looked at each other, then without hesitation picked up their weapons and charged out again.

They knew it was pointless, as their enemies would be resurrected after a cycle.

But after looking back so many times, they also saw the clues of each change.

The total number of enemies is changing, or rather, the number of "rare" species is decreasing as the cycle is repeated...

One can imagine Trazyn hiding behind the scenes, moving his collection out while the hypercube continues to rotate.

They don't know whether the secret weapon that Grid mentioned can bring unexpected surprises... but it's better than doing nothing and just sitting here and doing nothing.

Of course, they have another option, which is to close their eyes and pray.

Perhaps some powerful being in the Warp would lend them a hand... but for Fulgrim and Angron, the former didn't even know who to pray to, and the latter would never kneel to anything again.

This time, Angron and Fulgrim's speed of attack was obviously much faster... Even though the omnipresent Black Stone devices were always suppressing each other's power, their magnetic field power could still advance steadily in the cycle.

As they slaughtered their way through a horde of Licats, a small group of Tyrants... and an entire army of Greenskins, they finally found their target.

Several tall Lych Guards dressed in gorgeous guard uniforms were dragging the collections placed in the stasis field and trying to leave. Looking closely, the collections included a Thunder Warrior, a Royal Guard equipped with ancient equipment, and a giant orc wearing power armor.

The figures of Angron and Fulgrim instantly transformed into two sharp and swift rays of light!