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Chapter 588: Luring a Chaos God into the Ultraverse?

"So, you really destroyed the Chaos Godshard? How did you do it, Rhodes? I can't even imagine it," Aisha asked.

As the former bearer of the Chaos Godshard—the one who actually gestated it—she had the most authority to judge its strength.

It was the supreme divine relic formed by the Warp itself, something that exists within every Chaos God at birth, the embodied concept of chaotic divinity.

Erasing that isn't as simple as killing a Greater Daemon. In theory, a Chaos Godshard can endlessly erase daemons and greater daemons alike.

But now this supreme relic had actually been destroyed by someone, so Aisha was extremely curious—what method did Rhodes use to annihilate a Godshard?

"I'm curious too, Rhodes. How exactly did you destroy the Chaos Godshard?" asked the Goddess of Life, Isha, standing to the side.

Though not as powerful as Aisha, she knew a bit about the Godshard. To be able to destroy it—how was that possible? She was very curious.

"Since you're both so curious, I can tell you. You should know that the monsters and special items I summon all come from another world, right?" Rhodes said, sitting down.

The two goddesses nodded. Rhodes's endless summoned monsters, the cosmic beasts, and the technology that clearly didn't belong to this world—without these, he wouldn't have drawn their attention. To win the favor of both elven goddesses at once wasn't something an ordinary person could do.

Before, they hadn't been sure. But after following Rhodes, they'd become certain: his summons from other worlds—lifeforms or technology—weren't conjured from nothing. They required a cost—and that cost was life.

Whether Tyranids, humans, or Warp daemons—if it involved life, it could be used as "recharge material."

"I directly sacrificed the Chaos Godshard to my system, and in return I gained even greater power," Rhodes said.

He'd intended to save that one free monster-enhancement for Belial. For the next enhancement target, he'd been choosing between Tartarus and Daram.

But with Belial now revealed to be a pure-blooded Ultraman from the Land of Light, and even stronger than expected, Rhodes set Belial as the target for that free enhancement.

Along with the next monster enhancement—one for Tartarus and one for Belial—Rhodes's strength would leap to the legendary tier.

"Sacrifice? You mean that thing of yours that can summon otherworldly monsters and special tech can erase a Chaos Godshard?" Aisha asked in shock.

"That doesn't seem strange to me, Aisha. We should accept the facts. This is what Rhodes does—he can pull it off," said Isha.

Rhodes's power always exceeded their expectations and kept surprising them, so this wasn't that strange.

If anyone in this universe could destroy the Four Chaos Gods—wipe them out completely—Isha was sure it would be Rhodes, not anyone else.

"You get me, Isha. Come here—you deserve a kiss." Rhodes laughed, hugged the life goddess, and kissed her on the cheek.

The elven pantheon now had only two goddesses left, and both were his.

A point of pride.

From the moment he transmigrated, Rhodes understood: if his cheat could be activated, then in the grimdark, cold, hopeless Warhammer universe, he would be the one ray of light—because he had the power.

He could defeat the Four Chaos Gods—and now he'd already subdued one!
Crushing the Four Chaos was just a matter of time!

"You're right—I should accept it. Since a Chaos Godshard can grant you even greater power, we should put the other Chaos Gods on the schedule," Aisha said.

This dark, wicked, chaotic, filthy universe was finally going to be reborn!
Rhodes was about to bring a complete transformation to this world!

Aisha touched her belly; her child was about to be born. She had thought the child would become a powerful helper for his father against the Chaos Gods.

But now, it seemed that while the child was still growing up, his father might already have thrashed all four Chaos Gods.

"I've been thinking on this. I plan to go after Nurgle," Rhodes said.

This time, Rhodes intended to target the Chaos God he'd wounded most heavily: Nurgle. The Plague War and the earlier battles with the Primarchs had cost him dearly.

So Rhodes set his next Chaos God target: Nurgle.

Aisha's case was different—she had voluntarily abandoned her Godshard, which made it easy for it to appear. But Nurgle would never give up his Godshard, so a plan was needed.

Rhodes planned to first take a trip to the Ultraman world to see what he could gain, then unite his hardest-hitting subordinates and find a way to lure Nurgle into an extradimensional world and destroy him there.

"Nurgle! He's no slouch—arguably second only to Khorne. In terms of raw power, he might even surpass Tzeentch.

When I was newly born, I fought him—and he beat me into a rout. I wasn't his match at all.

And his vitality is the strongest among the four. I don't think picking him next is realistic," Aisha said, shaking her head.

Your opponent often knows you best. Having fought Nurgle, she knew how terrifying that green fat man was.

He wasn't easy. He was the true embodiment of life in this universe, but unlike Isha, he symbolized all life—even a single cell, even a bacterium. In his eyes, mortals are just aggregates of life. "Nurgle loves everyone" wasn't a joke.

"I can assemble at least three top-tier fighters on his level," Rhodes said.

First, Tartarus; second, Ultraman Belial; as for the third, Rhodes had it planned:

Let Daram choose the Alien Empera as his human host—that was why Rhodes separated Daram from Horus.

Staying with Horus wouldn't make Daram any stronger; he needed a more powerful partner.

The most suitable was the Alien Empera—wielder of absolute dark power.

Can Alien Empera be an Ultraman's human host? Why not? Who says otherwise?

Fused with the Dark Emperor, their dark power would be fully ignited.

The previous fusion with Horus had granted humanity's light and gave Daram a body aligned with light.

When Daram left Horus, what he left him was the power of a Giant of Light, with no Giant of Darkness power.

The dark power had always remained in Daram. The deepest dark within him would best fuse with a Dark Emperor—but picking the Chaos Dark Emperor wasn't appropriate.

But after Rhodes summoned the Dark Emperor of the Ultraverse, things changed. This was one of the top darknesses in the Ultra cosmos.

If they could merge, the effect wouldn't be 1+1=2—it would be far greater.
They would erupt with terrifying power—at least a match for any of the Four Chaos, and possibly capable of thrashing them.

"Rhodes, that's a good idea. Three equal-level powerhouses harassing a Chaos God does give you a chance to kill one. But be fully prepared!

Chaos Gods are nearly invincible in the Warp—effectively undying, existing across all time.

To beat one, you must drag it into your extradimensional world. But your pocket dimension can't currently withstand a Chaos God," Aisha said.

Rhodes's plan sounded nice, but his prior target wasn't the same situation; he'd faced a Godshard without its master.

A Godshard alone couldn't unleash a Chaos God's full power. If he tried the same trick on a true Chaos God, the battlefield might grow beyond imagination.

"My strength has improved. The pocket world keeps growing. It absorbed some of the Warp force from the Godshard this time—it's expanding," Rhodes said.

"It's not the same, Rhodes. Chaos Gods are apex lifeforms in the Warp—they're insulators to the material universe. Are you sure they can even enter your pocket world? How will you drag them there?" Aisha asked.

It wasn't that she didn't trust Rhodes—she needed to lay out the consequences and a Chaos God's power so he could prepare and ensure a one-shot kill.

If they truly killed Nurgle, the others wouldn't sit idle—they'd band together.

"In the Warp, distance and time don't exist—you know that. If the others sense what you're doing, they'll rush to support Nurgle.

Even Tzeentch, who hates him, would go help," Aisha said.

Rhodes had done something earthshaking; the Chaos Gods would soon sense a colleague's fall.

That proved they weren't truly immortal. The universe's balance had been fundamentally altered.

"So you mean, if I act, the other three will be on alert?" Rhodes asked.

Aisha had a point. The pocket world indeed didn't seem suitable as a decisive battleground. Could he even drag their true bodies inside?

"Maybe we set a trap, Rhodes—like we did against Fulgrim. Dangle a body no Chaos God can refuse, and lure them in," Aisha suggested.

"That's unlikely. Some ploys work once; by the second or third time, they'll be wary. And I don't have a vessel that would satisfy a Chaos God," Rhodes said.

"No, Rhodes—you do. The Dark Giants. A Dark Giant's body absolutely qualifies," Aisha said.

Rhodes's arrival had already shattered the cosmic balance and completely reversed reality's relationship to the Warp.

If the Chaos Gods did nothing, they'd lose everything in the material universe.
All their cultists, all the chaotic influence—Rhodes would wipe them out one by one. Without believers, the Chaos Gods would weaken drastically—back to how they were ten thousand years ago, or even sixty million years ago under the Old Ones and the C'tan.

Bait. 

Battleground.

These words clicked in Rhodes's mind.

"Aisha! I've thought of a perfect battleground," Rhodes said.

"Other than your pocket world, where else? Without a body, a Chaos God can't set foot in realspace," Aisha replied.

"Even if they get a body, it might only be a large avatar. Killing them would at best weaken them—not truly kill them," Rhodes said.

"So what's your idea?" Aisha asked.

"Simple. I've obtained a chance to go to another universe. What if we bring a Chaos God into that other universe and kill him there? How's that?" Rhodes grinned.

"W-What? Another universe? You mean directly take a Chaos God into another universe?" Aisha's eyes widened in disbelief.

"Exactly. Just as you're thinking. I can travel to other universes—before I couldn't, but now I can. We'll drag Nurgle into another universe," Rhodes said.

Maybe they could even enlist some beings from the Ultra world to help. The Ultra world had no Warp.

If Nurgle went there, his true form would be exposed.

"It's a wild idea—but the most feasible," Aisha said with a smile at the corner of her lips.

Chapter 589: Rhodes's Plan

"Of course it's feasible—it's my plan," Rhodes said.

"Only you could do something like this. No one else would even dream you'd drag them into another universe," Aisha said.

In this universe, the Chaos Gods are undying within it—unless they voluntarily abandon their Godshards, they're immortal in theory.

Under those conditions, killing them was wishful thinking. Before Rhodes, there was no such thing as killing a Chaos God.

Rhodes had used his otherworld system to erase a Godshard, but erasing a shard isn't the same as killing the god.

But if you could drag a Chaos God into another universe, then it might be possible.

In another universe, they couldn't draw on the Warp. They'd lose their undying nature and existence across all time and space.

Theoretically, they could be killed.

"Rhodes, this idea is excellent. Killing a Chaos God versus erasing a Godshard—totally different concepts.

You'd massively intimidate the remaining Chaos Gods—maybe even make them cower in the Warp, afraid to come out," Aisha said.

Indeed, Chaos Gods are cowards at heart. When the Old Ones, Necrons, and C'tans rampaged across realspace, the Warp gods didn't even squeak.

You think the War in Heaven was intense because of the Warp gods? It had nothing to do with them.

Back then, those three were utterly gutless.

The C'tan's genocide of the Old Ones actually harmed the Chaos Gods' interests—after all, the Old Ones wielded powerful psychic energy. Strong psychic species could, indirectly, empower the Chaos Gods.

If the Old Ones were wiped out, and the Necrons and C'tan succeeded in sealing off realspace and the Warp, forever preventing contact—
the Chaos Gods would be done.

In the end, the Necrons pulled a galaxy-brained move and betrayed the C'tan, shattering those physical-universe true gods into fragments. Even the three main Chaos Gods were stunned.

They thought they'd be sealed forever in the Warp, never daring to show their faces—then their enemies turned on each other and both lost.

Even after the Necrons withdrew from the stage and the Aeldari ruled the galaxy—did the Chaos Gods dare peep?
No. At the height of the Aeldari, their gods were overwhelmingly powerful. The ordered deities occupied the bulk of Warp power, suppressing the Chaos gods.

This lasted nearly sixty million years, until the Aeldari began to degenerate. Their gods could no longer draw strength from worshippers and grew weak. Even then, the Aeldari gods proudly believed they weren't inferior to the Chaos gods—until Aisha's birth taught them a harsh lesson.

The Aeldari gods' plan was to let their youngest goddess inherit Chaos power, while they faced their inevitable fate.

The Aeldari's fall heralded the Chaos gods' true rise. The galaxy entered the era of the Four Chaos, who spread corruption and grew their cults.

Ten thousand years ago, the Emperor of Mankind erupted onto the scene and nearly ended the Chaos gods' heyday.

The Four are powerful, but when faced with a hard target, they're more craven than anyone.

"Let's refine the plan—how do we lure Nurgle into realspace?" Rhodes asked.

How to trick him into entering the Ultraverse with them—that was the problem.

"Do we even need a complex plan? If it were another Chaos God, maybe. But Nurgle? Who's a better lure than me?" Isha flicked her hair confidently.

Handling that green fatty was child's play. If she made a move, he'd bite the hook.

"…"

Rhodes.

"True. If it were the others, it'd take effort. But Nurgle? If Isha acts, that green dead fatty will absolutely take the bait," Aisha giggled behind her hand.

"Alright. So how exactly?" Rhodes asked.

Isha was Nurgle's nemesis. If not for the Goddess of Life, that "Grandfather" wouldn't have left his little garden—he launched the Plague Wars and went head-on with the Imperium because of her.

"I'll leave the Cosmic Beast planet and stroll around. Without the phantasmal forces suppressing him, Nurgle will quickly detect me and try to capture me," Isha said.

For her, baiting Nurgle wasn't hard.

"Not so blatant, or he'll smell something. The Imperium and the Necrons are about to erupt into a fierce war.

I'll head to the front under the pretext of reinforcing a strained line. Then you can openly come with me, Isha, and let Nurgle 'discover' you," Rhodes said.

After stripping and erasing the Godshard, during the Indomitus Crusade, the Necrons had quietly crossed blades with the Imperium.

Recently, reports came in—several Imperial sectors had gone dark. The Necrons had begun their plan:

Forge a region completely isolated from any Warp influence. The Necrons had already engaged the Imperium in preliminary battles, led by—

Rhodes's two sons, supported by Archmagos Belisarius Cawl.

Rhodes wanted his sons to grow through this war, so he didn't rush to their aid.

The Necrons were strong, but with current tech, the Imperium could go toe-to-toe with them.

Moreover, his sons had cosmic beasts aiding them. Chaos forces on the Imperial Dark Side had gone quiet. Guilliman said he could dispatch a Primarch to help at any time if needed.

Swap that Primarch out for himself, and Rhodes could legitimately bring Isha to the front—and catch the Grandfather's eye.

"Crude, but for Nurgle, enough. We need a 'little accident'—arrange a supposed decisive battle near a Warp rift against the Necrons.

Then 'Grandfather' will watch more closely. When the Life Goddess appears, he won't resist trying to seize her," Aisha filled the gap in Rhodes's plan.

"Good. That's settled. Necron tech is very advanced. The Imperial refit—Ultra Knight mechs, King Joe, Ultra Brothers—will be very useful," Rhodes said.

For decades, Rhodes had been upgrading Imperial armaments precisely for this war.

Necron tech was advanced, but in the original timeline, the Mechanicus, armed with scraps of Dark Age tech, could already trade blows with the Necrons' taboo arsenal.

So they weren't that unstoppable.

Rhodes's new gear wouldn't steamroll, but the Ultramen and the King Joe, plus fully enhanced baseline humans and upgraded Astartes, would beat the stuffing out of the Necrons.

He even had moles among the Necrons—Barbarue and AsanethAyu. With Rhodes's help, AsanethAyu had become a Necron Dynastic Empress. Barbarue had infiltrated a Necron Overlord's tomb world.

He'd replaced the Overlord and become Rhodes's inside man. Through special revival-conversion methods, the dynasty's upper echelon—every Overlord—had been turned into Rhodes's people.

Now the Silent King faced external foes and internal woes. The Stormlord refused his orders, and the Empress AsanethAyu had grown close to that Stormlord.

This unsettled the Silent King, prompting the Spirit-Exclusion Dead Zone plan.

"Then let's proceed with your plan," Aisha said.

…

Elsewhere, in an unfamiliar star domain, Rhodes's two sons—Stark and Sterne—were leading their gene-sons, Astartes, against the Necrons.

"Brother! We must make Father proud in this war—prove our strength!" said Stark.

Years of campaign had stripped away youth; he was now a qualified Primarch.

"Careful, brother. We take this seriously. New Titan-class King Joe robots and refitted Ultra warrior-based Ultra Knight mechs must shine in this battle," Sterne said.

"Transmit to all forces: the war begins."

A Necron tomb world surfaced from a void rift, veins of sickly green energy pulsing across its surface. Sterne's fleet tore open its defense matrix; over a thousand new Emperor-class battleships volleyed, shattering the tomb world's outer shield.

"Landing forces, all legions—go!" Sterne's command echoed over psy-comm.

Drop pods hammered the surface like rain. Hatches blew and super-soldiers in new power armor roared forth.

These Primaris forged by Rhodes himself were stronger and more agile, wielding the latest Pedanium ray rifles.

Each shot turned Necron living-metal into quantum dust. These weapons weren't inferior to gauss; Necron line units were actually disadvantaged against these Astartes.

"For Father! For Humanity!" Sterne swung the twin-bladed power halberd "Vow of Endings," wreathed in phantasmal beast flame, bisecting three Necron Lords.

A terrible frost aura flowed from him—fire and ice both manifest.

Necrons were either burned to ash or frozen into statues and smashed.

His gene-sons followed, their grav-hammers pulverizing the Necron ranks.

"For our great gene-father—charge, brothers!" a legionary bellowed.

Like their father, these gene-sons wielded both frost and flame.

From the tomb depths came a metal shriek as dozens of Canoptek constructs rose, their antimatter cannons vaporizing half a company of Astartes. The sky split red—a trio of Ultra brothers descended.

"Ultra Knights—Imperial heroes—destroy those damned Necrons," Stark ordered.

The lead mech's chest core flashed; its arms crossed into a beam-lash that melted Canoptek engines into boiling slag.

Another transformed into a giant blade and cleaved a Triarch Stalker.

The Necron line collapsed under the new Imperial barrage.

Sterne's Emperor-class kept pouring Pedanium annihilation beams, each shot tearing huge gaps in the Necron fleet.

Stark led the Primaris in a crushing assault.

"For Father! For the Imperium!" a Primaris roared, punching a Necron Warrior; frost and flame detonated, the metal shell shattering under extreme thermal shock.

As the Canopteks tried to reform, a deafening mechanical roar rose from the Imperial rear—

Chapter 590: The Imperium vs. The Necrons

"King Joe Battle Titans—deploy!" Sterne roared.

Golden flashes streaked the sky as countless giant super-robots flew in.

These massive Titans were housed in orbital carriers; on demand, they could detach to land battles—or serve as space fighters.

Over thirty huge King Joe units dropped from transports; on landing, their bodies split and recombined.

Each King Joe could transform into four separate combat units, each with a Pedanium ray cannon.

They swarmed like a hive over the Necron host.

["Target lock—Necron hostiles—commencing extermination."]

Droned the synthetic voices.

Imperially manufactured, these King Joes differed from the system-exchanged originals—homebuilt by the Imperium, they had their own machine-spirits and underwent the same awakening rites as old Titans.

As a result, they harbored deep hatred for xenos and had independent wits—needing crews to pilot, but once their spirits rejoiced, they were much stronger than baseline King Joes.

Blue-white lances poured from their pods.

Boom! Boom! Boom!

Countless green metal skeletons were blasted skyward—the Necrons took massive losses instantly.

"Look—the Imperial Titans! The Deus Mechanicus!"

"Warriors—for the Emperor! For the Imperium! For the Gene-Father!"

"Charge! Slaughter these rib-cages! Kill these monsters! Kill the xenos!"

Sterne and Stark's gene-sons howled with joy, wielding power weapons and Pedanium rifles as they charged.

They crushed the Necron formations like a steel torrent. Inheriting Rhodes's bloodline, the sons' legions possessed unimaginable strength.

One advantage of the Imperium: a militant society—honor above all.

The battle turned one-sided.

Besides the colossal King Joes, ten-meter Ultra Knights joined.

Though smaller than Titans, their combat power surpassed even Warlord-class Titans in agility.

They swung power weapons and plunged into the Necron ranks.

"Behold the might of Imperial Knights, Necron scum!" a Knight pilot roared.

"Switch to melee."

The Ultra Knight's arms transformed, ejecting plasma cutters; it whirled into the ranks, slicing living metal into scrap.

"Zzz—BOOM!"

A King Joe subunit flipped midair, dodging a Destroyer's antimatter shot, then lanced its core, exploding it into green fire.

Facing massive constructs, several subunits recombined into a mid-size form, its right arm a superheavy shock cannon.

"BOOOOM!"

The Pedanium blast punched through a quantum shield and blew the construct's upper body apart.

"Sisters, forward! For the Great Gene-Mother! For the Emperor!"

A group of towering women in power armor, all white-haired and wielding frost power, descended—Elena's gene-daughters, the Imperium's Battle Sisters. These fervent zealots charged with power blades.

Dozens of improved Ultra Knights crashed in as well—smaller than Titans but far more agile, moving almost like human bodies.

"The Sisters are here to support us! For the Emperor!!" a Knight pilot shouted, cleaving three Destroyers in one swing.

Another Knight ignited its jump jets, soared, and delivered a blazing plasma kick that smashed a Tomb Spyder's core.

"Knights, charge! Crush them!"

Under King Joe and Knight cover, Sterne and Stark's gene-sons surged. Their armor was caked with Necron scrap; every Pedanium volley cleared swathes.

"For Father! For the Imperium!" a Primaris roared, shattering a Necron's chest; frost-flame froze it and blew it apart.

Another swung a power sword wreathed in plasma flame and took a Lord's head.

The Sisters joined, and even masses of mortal auxilia piled in.

Imperial morale soared to unimaginable heights.
"For the Holy Emperor! For the Gene-Mother!"

The Sisters' battle-hymns split the sky. Inheriting Elena's frost, their power swords cast biting chill—each strike froze a Warrior into an ice statue, then shattered it into glittering shards.

"Heretics! Xenos! Be purged!" one Sister cried, her flamer spewing blue-white plasma to melt a Necron squad into a metal meltstream.

Thirty King Joe Titans seized total air superiority. Their subunits formed a three-dimensional fire net—some hovering to snipe with Pedanium beams, others on the ground forming a steel wall and blasting heavy Necron units with shock cannons.

An Ultra Knight displayed astounding agility—its joints bending in reverse to dodge a Destroyer shot, then popping a spinning chain-saw blade to cut the target in half.

"Try this, you damned xenos!" another Knight unfolded a missile nest—dozens of micro thermite missiles turned a Necron phalanx into a molten lake.

These new rapid munitions outclassed older Knight weapons—one new Ultra Knight equaled ten old models.

The only pity: they'd lost the Ultraman's flight capability—downsized to around 10 meters, there was no room for flight systems. Still, they could mount void shields and compact energy shields.

Stark's guard formed a wedge with the Sisters. Astartes laid down Pedanium suppression while the Sisters surged in. When Necrons raised shields, the Sisters unleashed frost novas to freeze them, and the Astartes' heavy bolters shattered the ice into powder.

Imperial coordination was seamless.

As commanders, Sterne and Stark exchanged smiles. The battle was easier than expected.

These Necrons weren't as terrifying as Father said—no need for other Primarchs; they could handle them.

Even the mortal auxilia performed miracles.

A Space Wolves company charged through gauss fire. A tank commander stood half out of the hatch, waving a chainsword and roaring, "For the Emperor—charge!"

Dozens of tons of steel crushed Necron ranks, treads crackling over metal bones.

Infantry behind poured las-fire—not one-shot killers like Astartes, but dense enough to perforate isolated Warriors.

These auxilia had been reborn—thanks to Rhodes's super gene serums, their physiques weren't far off from Firstborn Astartes.

"Damn it—what are these human weapons? They're too agile," a Necron commander frowned.

Those massive golden robots were far beyond expectations—highly mobile, splitting into four and hammering the Necron host.

"Overlord Kazakh! We don't know what tricks the humans have!" a Cryptek sighed.

"I don't care about tricks—I know if we don't act, our line will break. Defeat is only a matter of time," Overlord Kazakh snarled, hoisting the Cryptek by the neck.

"Calm yourself, my lord. That's unbefitting a noble," cautioned a Lychguard.

"Hmph! Activate the new Necron Barrier—sever all Warp signals here," the Overlord snapped, tossing the Cryptek down.

As one who'd fought the Old Ones, he could feel it: the humans' giant Titans housed psychic force.

Those big machines—and even smaller frames—held so-called machine-spirits.

If they activated the Necron barrier, they could suppress those spirits and massively erode human will. In the barrier, the living's will and freedom would be stripped away.

"But, great Overlord Kazakh, the barrier hasn't been fully tested. We don't know what will happen," the Cryptek said, troubled.

It was dangerous and hard to control.

"Activate it now—or I'll take you apart! I mean it," Kazakh's eye-lights flared green as he pressed his warscythe to the Cryptek's head.

To hell with protocols—if he didn't use it, he'd lose. The Imperials were pressing too hard.

"Understood, my lord. Executing plan—Spirit-Exclusion Dead Zone: start," the Cryptek nodded at last.

With a tooth-aching hum, countless ghostly green hex runes bloomed across the ground.

They linked into a net—then a hemisphere tens of kilometers wide formed, expanding to cover the planet.

In seconds, murky green light spread and shrouded the world.

["Warning—anti-Warp interference detected—detected—"] a King Joe's machine-spirit shrieked. ["Core output down 40—60—80 percent!"]

The nimble subunits suddenly went limp like cut puppets, tumbling from the sky.

The intact King Joes slowed; Pedanium beams weakened. Crews realized in horror their machine-spirits had gone silent.

Even the Ultra Knights staggered—their power failed, systems crashed to the ground.

No matter how pilots screamed, nothing responded—their spirits seemed dead.

"What's happening? My mech… is resisting my control!" an Ultra Knight pilot cried, joints heavy as lead.

The Necron Warriors seized the chance to counterattack.

"Hahahaha!" Overlord Kazakh laughed behind the lines. "Foolish humans. You think stolen power can defy the mighty Necrons? Delusion!"

Without King Joe suppression, gauss weapons began reaping human lives.

A green flash—and an auxilia squad was reduced to base particles without a scream.

The battle flipped in an instant—the Imperium, once dominant, was reversed by the Necrons.