Chapter 600 Cutting
Watching the human fleet heading towards the Nurgle army, Hierophant Inamas decided to divide the battlefield.
Let the mortals be the mortals, and let the gods be the gods.
These ant-like creatures are only worthy of hiding in the mud caves and trembling when the doomsday disaster comes, instead of boldly spying on the endless starry sky with raging war.
As a Hierophant who fought in the War of Heaven, Hierophant Inamas is very proud. Although his memory core is somewhat damaged and missing in daily life, as long as he cuts his thoughts into the perspective of war, the cold and ruthless Hierophant returns to the battlefield again.
He despises these Eldar survivors, and also despises these humans who grew up after the War of Heaven. But for the sake of the subjective, he is too lazy to argue with these children.
But as he thought, when adults are busy with business, you children should avoid the footsteps of adults and entertain yourself in your little nest.
The Hierophant's order was transmitted to all the pyramid warships, and they transferred energy to the defense core to resist the psychic attack of the Phoenix Lord.
"Start the sealing device."
The complex sealing protocol quickly went through the process under the acceleration of the warlock, and took out the magical and indescribable device from the cut independent dimension.
When technology develops to a certain level, any display of technology can make the magic in the story feel ashamed. This device sealed by the protocol is showing the pinnacle of the powerful technology of the Necrontyr. The anti-geometric structure of the whole body is enough to make a Mechanicus Archsage overload and crash on the spot when watching it. In addition, it exudes a mysterious color beyond the known spectrum of the human empire.
The device randomly switches between the state of no volume, no mass, and no friction. Even the tomb technicians have to maintain a high level of attention to maintain the device from creating chaos in the operating table.
This magical device unfolds under control and projects around the entire battlefield like a mirror. The random state of no volume, no mass, and no friction makes his speed erratic, and at the same time, it jumps to expand a larger surface to accommodate the projection of the battlefield.
When the technician feels that the expansion is sufficient, he will stop the expansion process and enter the next stage of the device's operation. The mirrors surrounding the battlefield reflect every detail of the battlefield, without any mistakes inside and outside. Finally, the mirrors begin to separate dimensions and add false dimensions to them to deceive the rules of the universe.
The Death Fearers are like splitting the number 1 into two perfect 0.5s, and then adding an imaginary number to these two 0.5s to maintain the complete concept of 1.
After this process is completed, the entire battlefield is cut out by the illusion, the Death Army and other Eldar warships, human ships, and demons are isolated outside the dimensional mirror, and the Executioner Dynasty and the Phoenix Lord are sealed in the dimensional mirror.
Although the entire battlefield has not changed from a farther perspective, the Death Fearers' profound monitoring equipment can support them to complete the battle in the phantom of the mirror.
"I didn't expect there would be an opportunity to use this device. It reminds me of the difficulties of the war years." The Emperor sighed. In order to preserve the precious ecological planet in the Battle of Heaven, they developed this device using the remains of the ancient saints.
When a war spreads too far, the Necrontyr will activate the mirror device to seal the battle process into the virtual image. In this way, even if they fight to the death inside and burn the stars, the star regions outside will not be reduced to dust under dangerous weapons.
If they could kill the Old Saint earlier, perhaps the galaxy would be more prosperous now, instead of just a pile of pale ashes that have not yet cooled.
A burst of sorrow came from the core of the Hierophant, and the next moment he abandoned the weakness in his data thinking and began to deal with the attacks of the Phoenix Lord.
He watched Rotaros flash and shuttle through the dimensions again and again, and was detected by the Phoenix Lord's psychic detection again and again. Every snap of the Phoenix Lord's fingers means that a star explodes somewhere on the battlefield, and every clap of his hands means the generation of a small black hole. The endless thunder can even repel the volley of heavy Gauss tearing beams.
These Phoenix Lords who have reached the pinnacle of psychic power are indeed very powerful, and the Hierophant also pays deep respect to this ancient enemy.
But this does not mean that he will fail in the attack of the Phoenix Lord. After all, he is just one person, an old man who has just awakened in the legacy of the old empire. He has no support behind him, and there are no Eldar gods in the Pantheon to fight side by side with them.
Those Eldar gods are indeed tricky. Although the Necrontyr has a rebirth agreement, those Eldar gods can also use the power of the warp to resurrect the dead Eldar.
And the war at that time was more difficult. There were too many lives exterminated in the War of Heaven. The surging emotional tide provided infinite power for the Eldar gods. Such a war of attrition made the Necrontyr who experienced the Star God Civil War a little unbearable.
If the demons did not involve the footsteps of the Eldar gods, it would be difficult to judge who would be the final winner in the war between the Necrontyr and the Spirit Empire.
This is the foundation for the establishment of the Dark Covenant. The Necrontyr, who have fought several wars, need time to take a breath, and the Spirit Empire also focuses their attention on the demons in the warp. After all, their strength comes more from psychic energy. If the warp becomes a terrible shit pit, they will lose all their advantages over the Necrontyr.
But who could have thought that this suicidal Great Sleep Plan would actually succeed. Sixty million years have passed, and they have not suffered much loss, but the behemoth that once rose up with the help of psychic power has collapsed in madness.
"The King of Silence is so far-sighted." King Armas praised the King's infinite wisdom. Every time he recalled all this, he felt extremely glorious for his body that served the King.
"Principal, the mirror has been completely established. Do you want to adjust the energy output rate of the weapon?" The technician asked the Pharaoh, who just waved his hand and rejected the technician's request. "He will die when he exhausts the spiritual energy of the Ark. There is no need to He launched an attack and monitored the surrounding dimensions to prepare for attacks from the Skinners and Star Gods. "
"yes."
King Amasi was sitting on the throne, remembering the good old days when he fought with the gods of the Spiritual Empire.
"Huh. Huh." The Phoenix Lord was already feeling tired. He could not get a response from the Pantheon, nor could he draw more power from the subspace.
What a turbid psychic power it was, like a pool of sticky mud. He searched for clean water in the mud, but only made his hands dirtier.
In the past, when the dwarf had poor financial reports, GW waved his hand and let the insect swarm smash the dwarf to pieces. Now this Wotan dwarf, it’s hard to say who has a bad financial report.