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Chapter 591: Desperate Battle, The Miracle of the Battle Sisters

"Report! All Titan machine spirits' response levels have dropped to the minimum!" The tech-priest's terrified electronic voice came through the communication channel.

"This isn't an ordinary silence field; it's some kind of... poison targeted at machine spirits!"

"It's affecting us too. I feel my brain getting heavy, and I hear countless voices whispering in my ears," Stark said.

As a superhuman, a naturally born Primarch, he could clearly sense a malicious energy eroding his body. However, a Primarch's physique far exceeded ordinary imagination.

To him, these whispers were just faint murmurs, having no real effect.

But for ordinary soldiers, the situation was completely different—these whispering voices were fatal to them!

An invisible pressure permeated the human army.

At this moment, not only mortals were affected; even some Space Marines felt their bodies growing heavy.

Their consciousness began to hear faint whispers—a field that completely suppressed all intelligent life.

The mortals on this Imperial world fared even worse. Some elderly, women, and children were instantly driven mad by this force, turning into zombie-like creatures!

"Brothers, reform the formation! Hold the line and wait for reinforcements!" A Space Marine struggled to stand, but the effects of the Necron death field made his muscles feel as heavy as if filled with mercury.

He watched helplessly as a Battle Sister was simultaneously pierced by three Gauss flayers, blood spraying from the seams of her power armor.

"For... the Emperor," the Sister detonated the melta bomb at her waist before dying, perishing with the surrounding Necrons.

"No—!"

Countless Space Marines, mortal soldiers, and Battle Sisters were slaughtered by the Necrons.

Stark's roar exploded across the battlefield, his eyes bloodshot with rage. The Primarch's bellow even briefly overpowered the low growl of the Necron death field.

But even so, the situation on the battlefield was rapidly deteriorating—

The Space Marines' movements became sluggish, their neural reactions suppressed. Gauss rays that they could have easily dodged now pierced their power armor.

The Battle Sisters' frost powers were greatly weakened; their prayers became intermittent in the death field, unable to summon chilling storms strong enough to freeze the Necrons.

The mortal auxiliary troops fell in droves, their wills crushed. Many knelt on the ground, clutching their heads and crying, while some even began firing indiscriminately at their comrades—their minds had collapsed.

The King Joe Titans were completely paralyzed, their machine spirits silent. The steel giants became scrap metal on the battlefield, gradually dismembered by the Necrons' Gauss weapons.

The Necrons' Monolith constructs reactivated, trampling through the human lines with heavy steps.

An Ultra Knight tried to block one, but was directly hit by the construct's antimatter cannon, turning both pilot and mech into a dazzling fireball.

"Retreat! All units retreat to the second defensive line!" Stark finally realized the severity of the situation. He activated his communicator to call the orbital fleet for help. "We need orbital bombardment! Naval forces, execute the order immediately! And send an Astropath communication requesting support from other Imperial forces."

At this point, they could only hope that the naval forces in orbit above the planet could provide support—they shouldn't be affected by this terrifying field!

But the communication channel only emitted harsh static—the Necron death field had even blocked subspace communications. This terrifying Necron barrier was extremely powerful, sealing off the entire star system.

Stark and the others had no idea that, at this moment, they couldn't send any messages to the Imperium. No one else would receive any signals; all subspace activity in the region was blocked.

The Necron Overlord Kazakh watched the retreating human army with satisfaction: "Activate the Harvest Protocol. I want these humans' skulls hung beneath my tomb!"

The human army resisted desperately.

The last mobile soldier crawled out of the trench, his left arm missing.

"Come on, you tin bastards!"

The moment a Gauss ray pierced his chest, this nameless soldier pulled the pins on all the grenades at his waist.

The explosion flipped three Necron Warriors, one of their metal heads rolling right to the edge of the trench. Killing ordinary Necron soldiers meant nothing to the Necrons.

Their tomb worlds could soon activate resurrection protocols; low-level soldiers were just expendable consumables.

There were heroic mortals fighting bravely, but also those who had completely lost their will to fight.

"We're done for."

"There's no hope. We're all going to die, all dead!"

Countless mortal soldiers knelt in agony, blood seeping from their eye sockets.

"Emperor protect!" A blood-soaked Battle Sister suddenly raised her power sword high. Her white hair danced wildly in the windless air, and her eyes burst with dazzling golden light. The suppressed frost power suddenly surged, and an extreme cold psychic storm erupted with her at the center!

"Sisters! Pray!" she roared, her voice carrying an inhuman echo. "Let His light pierce this darkness!"

"Emperor protect!" The Battle Sister Superior's roar pierced the despair on the battlefield. Her blood-stained white hair rose like a banner, and the frost runes on her power sword suddenly emitted blinding golden light.

The psychic energies suppressed by the Necron death field erupted like a volcano.

"Pray! Pray, sisters!" The other Battle Sisters chorused in response.

Golden auras seeped from the seams of their armor, and their damaged respirators exhaled not blood foam, but ice crystals with a holy essence.

Stark saw the front-line Sisters suddenly accelerate, moving so fast they left afterimages on his retinas.

Their power swords burned with golden flames; one slash cleaved through a Necron Warrior's quantum shield, and the second severed the metal skeleton in two.

"For the Emperor!" A Sister leaped over ten meters high, her power sword piercing a Necron Destroyer's core.

In the exploding flames, people saw her become a burning humanoid silhouette, still holding her sword pose. Countless Battle Sisters' bodies lit up with golden light.

These most devout Battle Sisters of the Emperor and the Imperium, on this battlefield where psychic powers were sealed, suddenly unleashed psychic might.

If it were the power inherited from their genet-mother, the Cosmic beasts, it might be understandable. But what they wielded now was the Emperor's golden psychic energy.

Under the illumination of the Emperor's golden mausoleum, countless collapsing mortal soldiers suddenly recovered. At this moment, the Battle Sisters became the only hope on the battlefield.

But this holy counterattack soon faced Necron countermeasures. The green light in Overlord Kazakh's eye sockets surged: "Activate the Human Purge War Protocol!"

The ground suddenly cracked open, dozens of blackstone obelisks bursting forth. These artifacts inscribed with Necron runes formed a new suppression field, causing the golden light on the Sisters to flicker unsteadily.

Yet it still shone, illuminating the battlefield.

"Keep advancing! For the Emperor, for the great genet-mother Lady Elena!" The Battle Sister Superior cleaved the obelisk before her with one sword, but blackstone shards gashed a deep wound on her face, exposing bone. "Even if the light extinguishes—"

Her words were interrupted by Gauss rays; three beams struck her chest simultaneously, melting bowl-sized holes in her power armor.

The Superior staggered to one knee but propped herself up with her sword, refusing to fall.

"—we pave the way with flesh and blood! Life is the Imperium's currency."

The Space Marines seized the opportunity to reform their lines. Stark saw a company captain leading the remaining warriors in a wedge formation, smashing blackstone obelisks with power fists to clear paths for the Sisters.

"For the genetic father!" A young Space Marine shouldered into a Necron construct's cannon muzzle, stuffing a melta bomb into the barrel before his body was vaporized by Gauss rays.

The mortal auxiliary troops picked up their weapons again. They might lack psychic enhancements, the Sisters' willpower, or the Space Marines' mighty physiques and power armor.

But at this moment, everyone fought like rabid beasts. A soldier with only his upper body bit open a grenade pin with his teeth, while a blind gunner adjusted his cannon barrel by memory.

A bizarre balance formed in the battlefield's center, where the Sisters' psychic storms clashed with the Necrons' blackstone fields, metal and flesh slaughtering each other at the boundary.

For every meter humans advanced, they paid with piles of corpses; for every step the Necrons retreated, they lost countless living metal units.

Overlord Kazakh stood on the wreckage of a tomb spider, his metal fingers digging deep into the living metal of his palm.

His data core constantly refreshed battle damage reports—these humans, who should have been expendable test subjects, were now exacting an unbearable cost from the Necron legions.

How had these damned humans broken through the barrier's seal? The Necron barrier should have locked down all intelligent life wills, turning them into emotionless walking corpses.

"Overlord! Message from the tomb world!" The tomb technician's mechanical voice carried rare urgency. "Our energy reserves are already—"

Activating the Necron barrier and fighting the humans at full force had even depleted their living metal stockpiles.

These humans were like monsters; their combat awareness was too strong.

"Shut up!" The Overlord smashed the technician's skull with his staff. "Continue the assault! Activate the most advanced Necron constructs."

On the other end of the battlefield, after slaying countless Necrons, Stark's power sword finally snapped.

Throwing away the hilt, he tore open the throat of the Necron Warrior before him with his bare finger bones. The Primarch's superhuman physique far exceeded the Necrons' imagination.

"Do you see? Damned Necrons," he roared at the sky, as if declaring to some distant entity. "This is humanity!"

The sky of the death field began to distort, Cosmic beast power surging forth. Fine cracks appeared on the blackstone obelisks' surfaces as two opposing forces clashed intensely.

No one retreated, no one surrendered.

On this cursed battlefield, the slaughter of metal and flesh would continue until the last moment. Humanity would not yield an inch.

The Battle Sisters' golden psychic energy waxed and waned like candle flames in a storm.

Whenever the light dimmed, swathes of mortal auxiliary troops knelt, losing their sanity and becoming indiscriminate zombie monsters.

But when the golden light reignited, these soldiers struggled to their feet, picking up weapons with trembling hands.

"Hold the formation!" Stark punched through a Necron Warrior's chest, crushing its still-pulsing Gauss core.

"Father, we fight to the death, for glory," a Space Marine following Stark roared.

His gene-enhanced organs were overworking, pumping adrenaline mixed with nano-repair agents throughout his body. His pupils were dilated to the limit, blood-red blind spots appearing at the edges of his vision.

The human army launched a death charge, without tactics or formation, only the most primal killing instinct. The path was paved with severed limbs and wreckage.

Stark witnessed a shocking scene—at this moment, he truly understood how valiant his gene-sons were.

Overlord Kazakh personally led his Praetorian legion forward.

These all-green Necron lord guards were equipped with the most advanced phase weapons, each attack piercing power armor directly.

A Space Marine's chest plate remained intact, but his internal organs were pulverized into paste.

The Necrons deployed another secret weapon: massive Necron constructs appeared on the battlefield, and the tide began to turn.s had no reinforcements, while the Necrons were endless.

At this critical moment, a earth-shaking roar suddenly came from the battlefield's edge, so familiar that Stark and Sterne both widened their eyes—

"Roar!!!"

A massive figure wreathed in ice-fire wings descended from the sky, its greatsword cleaving the front three massive Monolith constructs in half!

"It's Father!" The two brothers exclaimed in unison.

The arrival was none other than Rhodes, and the greatsword in his hand was naturally formed from Cosmic beast energy.

A terrifying ice storm instantly swept the entire battlefield, with a frozen giant leopard roaring.

A lithe woman also appeared beside Rhodes—it was Elena.

"And Mother, Mother has come too."

"Don't worry, my children. Stay calm and fight. We're here to help," Rhodes and Elena said with smiles.

"It's the genet-mother, the great genet-mother has arrived." The Battle Sisters, modified with Elena's gene-seed, immediately grew excited.

"Steel Breaking Fist!" Rhodes directly used his ultimate move.

Rhodes's power carved a golden-red streak across the battlefield, combining Gomora's flame power with the cosmic great buffalo's strength to unleash the incredibly powerful Steel Breaking Fist.

A vortex of destruction engulfed dozens of Necron constructs.

A massive crimson bull head rampaged through the battlefield, destroying all Necron units in its path.

Chapter 592: Rhodes's Great Outburst, The Power of Monsters

Rhodes's figure stood like a descending god in the battlefield's center, his Cosmic beast greatsword burning with fiery energy.

Elena stood at his side, surrounded by an extreme cold storm, ice crystals condensing into countless sharp spears at her fingertips.

In truth, Rhodes was more adept at using his fists against enemies than a greatsword. However, among the Imperial army, standing on the battlefield with a flaming greatsword looked far more imposing than bare hands. So, when appearing in public, Rhodes had no choice but to wield a very impressive weapon.

The cosmic great buffalo's power could perfectly manifest as a greatsword, burning with roaring flames, looking extremely majestic and greatly boosting the human troops' morale.

"Father! These damned Necron scum have activated some kind of... Necron death field!

It suppresses all psychic powers in the area. Cosmic beast powers can still be used, but ordinary people's thoughts are suppressed too." Stark spat out a mouthful of bloody saliva. The Primarch's regenerative ability was repairing his damaged organs. In decades of service, this was the most perilous battle he'd faced.

If not for his father's timely support, he wouldn't know what to do.

"Our warriors are fully suppressed. Countless Battle Sisters and our gene-sons have died," Sterne approached and sighed.

Rhodes raised his hand to interrupt his son: "I know, but the Necrons forgot that Cosmic beast power doesn't come from the Warp.

It's a power from the material universe."

As he spoke, Rhodes thrust his greatsword into the ground. "Let me show you what true power is!"

If one were to describe Cosmic beast power, it was similar to the C'tan's power.

The earth began to tremble. With Rhodes at the center, a ring of golden-red ripples spread out. Wherever they passed, spiderweb cracks appeared on the blackstone obelisks. Rhodes was using Cosmic beast power in a brutally direct way to destroy the surrounding blackstone obelisks.

Overlord Kazakh's data core suddenly blared alarms—system detecting unknown energy overwriting the Necron death field!

A terrifying energy fluctuation was eroding their painstakingly built blackstone matrix; their Necron barrier was being corroded by some force.

"Impossible!" The green light in the Necron Overlord's eye sockets flickered violently. "This is something that can even suppress the C'tan—

No, this... this is C'tan power, the power of those damned beasts." The Necron Overlord clearly realized something and gritted his teeth.

The steel skull's face even twisted, green flames shining in his eyes.

Elena suddenly appeared before the Overlord, her speed so fast that even the Necrons' quantum computations couldn't track her. The cosmic frost leopard not only possessed powerful frost abilities but was also unmatched in speed. Back when she first fused with the Cosmic beast, she could suppress Chaos Warmaster Abaddon with the beast's power and even kill him outright.

"You metal skeletons," her ice-blue eyes reflected the Overlord's terrified electronic eyes. "You'll never understand the power of life."

Her palm pressed against the Overlord's chest plate, absolute zero chill instantly freezing the living metal. The Overlord tried to activate phase shift, but found his joints sealed in ice crystals.

Elena grabbed his neck and lifted him high. Terrifying ice power erupted from her, freezing the Necron Overlord before her into an ice sculpture.

She had fused with Cosmic beasts for decades, growing stronger alongside the cosmic monsters, and Rhodes had reinforced his cosmic monsters to their peak.

Elena's current power was no less than that of the Primarchs, perhaps even stronger with Rhodes's special enhancements.

However, this level of ice couldn't harm the Necron Overlord. A green glow emanated from his body, and he broke free.

The Overlord's quantum core spun wildly, attempting to analyze this human female who had suddenly appeared—her speed exceeded physical limits, and even the Necrons' most advanced phase tracking systems couldn't lock onto her trajectory.

Ice-blue energy surged around her, moisture in the air instantly condensing into countless tiny ice crystals, orbiting her like stardust. The power on her was from the C'tan, no mistake.

"Lowly creature... you're a follower of those filthy lapdogs, aren't you?" The Overlord's voice carried a mechanical hiss. He raised his arm, living metal rapidly reforming into a phase blade glowing with green energy. "Your existence is meaningless. We once defeated your masters; now I can defeat you too."

Upon first encountering Cosmic beast power, just like the Necrons Rhodes had faced before, the Overlord assumed it came from the cosmic C'tan.

Elena's lips curled into a cold smile. She had no intention of explaining to him, as it was utterly unnecessary. Today, he would die here.

Her figure blurred suddenly, reappearing at the Overlord's side the next instant. Her hands slashed through the air like leopard claws, leaving an ice-blue afterimage. Five sharp ice spears condensed from thin air, shooting toward the Overlord's joints with a piercing whistle.

"Clang! Clang! Clang!"

The Overlord barely blocked with his phase blade, but the ice spears' impact still forced him back several steps. Frost rapidly formed on his living metal surface, the low temperature slowing his movements.

"Meaningless?" Elena's voice howled like a cold wind. "Then what are you undead? A pile of rusted scrap? How pitiful, without even souls."

The green light in the Overlord's eye sockets surged—clearly, Elena's words about lacking souls had stung him.

"Damn you! I'll make you pay."

His chest energy core suddenly lit up, firing a ghostly green annihilation beam.

Elena merely sidestepped lightly; the beam grazed her hair, blasting a deep crater in the ground behind her. Her speed was too fast for the Necron Overlord to react.

The Overlord's data core blared alarms—target energy index rising continuously, threat level exceeding limits! This woman before him seemed beyond what he could handle.

Now, the Necron Overlord considered whether to activate the secret weapon C'tan, but the cosmic energy on her made him hesitant.

The Necron Overlord attempted to activate phase shift to escape the battlefield, but the surrounding temperature plummeted, the pervasive frost energy interfering with his teleport protocol.

"Trying to flee?" Elena's voice sounded behind him, cold as if from the abyss.

The Overlord spun around sharply, only to see a palm covered in ice crystals pressing toward his chest plate.

"Absolute Zero."

A terrifying chill erupted instantly, freezing the Overlord's living metal into pale ice crystals upon contact.

The frost spread like a plague from his chest to his limbs, sealing his joints completely and even slowing his energy core's operation.

The Overlord struggled, but his movements grew slower until they stopped entirely.

Elena gripped his neck, lifting him high. Ice-blue energy gathered in her palm, rapidly encasing the Overlord's body in ice, turning him into a grotesque ice sculpture.

"This is the fate of those who despise life," she said coldly, her fingers exerting slight pressure.

"Crack—"

The ice sculpture shattered, the Overlord's body turning into countless ice crystal fragments scattering on the ground, reflecting cold light. He didn't even get the chance to activate his resurrection protocol.

Having two Eldar sisters, she knew how to kill a Necron. The Eldar had special psychic methods to deal with them.

Still, Elena picked up the Necron Overlord's green head, letting him witness his own failure firsthand.

"Watch closely, how you fail," Elena said with a cold laugh.

On the other end of the battlefield, Rhodes raised his greatsword high, summoning seven Cosmic beast shadows—EX Gomora's flames, EX Red King's lava, Yapool's other-dimensional energy, Mefilas's terrifying superpowers, cosmic great monster Bemstar's absorption power, and the most powerful cosmic great buffalo's might.

The roars of these ancient behemoths shattered the quantum cores of all Necrons within a kilometer radius. The power Rhodes now possessed was beyond what ordinary lifeforms could comprehend.

Reinforced by the energies of several monsters, Rhodes could wield the powers of his various monsters.

"Break!" Rhodes raised his greatsword high and swung it down. A seven-colored energy torrent swept the battlefield, tearing Necron constructs apart like paper.

Dozens of Monolith giants tried to resist with antimatter shields, but upon contact, they vaporized along with their shields in an instant.

The terrifying golden-red energy swept the globe, directly overloading and collapsing the Necrons' barrier.

Rhodes used the most brutal method to shatter the Necrons' barrier, turning their painstakingly researched technology into scrap.

He had two spies on their side, able to transmit effective intelligence at any time. What could they possibly do against him?

The green Necron barrier vanished instantly, leaving the surrounding Necrons in disbelief.

The Space Marines felt the pressure on their bodies lift suddenly. Sterne was pleasantly surprised to find his power armor systems returning to normal: "Machine spirits awakening! Titan units, restart immediately! Annihilate our enemies."

In the distance, the paralyzed King Joe Titan's eyes suddenly lit up red. It shook and stood, opening all its shoulder missile bays.

"Target locked, commencing Pedanium cannon charge." The Mechanicum priest's voice broadcast across the battlefield through amplifiers. "For the Omnissiah!"

Hundreds of Pedanium rays fired in unison, creating a sea of fire behind the Necron legions.

The Ultra Knight mech groups also recovered from paralysis, their plasma cannons firing in volley, blasting reforming Necron Warriors into slag.

"No! This is impossible!" Cracks appeared in Overlord Kazakh's frozen body. "My dynasty... my—"

Elena snapped her fingers lightly, and the ice crystals exploded, turning the Overlord's body into myriad metal fragments.

But in the last moment, she saw a strange red light flash in the Overlord's shattered head.

"Rhodes! Watch out underground!"

The entire battlefield suddenly collapsed, revealing massive Necron structures below. Countless green light pillars shot from the depths, weaving into a gigantic cubic cage in the air.

A metal construct ten times larger than a tomb spider was awakening—this was a Necron secret weapon capable of collapsing the entire planet into a black hole.

"It's the Necrons' tomb world," Stark recognized the legendary weapon. "They're going to collapse the entire planet into a black hole."

Rhodes held his greatsword across his chest, all the Cosmic beast totems on the blade coming to life: "Perfect, we'll take them all out at once." He turned to his wife and shouted, "Elena, prepare the combo attack!"

Elena nodded in understanding, crossing her hands over her chest, condensing extreme cold energy into an ice-blue orb. Rhodes began spinning his greatsword, his monster powers forming a vortex at the tip.

A metallic grinding roar came from underground; the tomb world's cannon muzzles began charging, gathering planet-destroying energy.

At the moment the Necron weapon fired, the Rhodes couple struck simultaneously.

Elena's absolute zero beam merged with Rhodes's Cosmic beast energy torrent in mid-air, fusing into a brilliant rainbow pillar.

The instant the two energies met, space itself began to distort.

The pillar pierced the tomb world's core; the Necrons' super-tech shields didn't last a second.

The struck metal megastructure began to disintegrate, a chain reaction causing the entire underground complex to explode in sequence.

The shockwave lifted several meters of surface soil, exposing the molten metal underbelly below.

When the dust settled, the surviving Necron Warriors on the battlefield all ceased moving, their electronic eyes extinguishing one by one.

The Necron death field dissipated completely, sunlight once again bathing the land.

Rhodes sheathed his greatsword and approached his battle-scarred sons. He first checked Sterne's injuries, then patted Stark's shoulder: "You brothers fought well today."

Elena went to the Battle Sisters, comforting these nominal genetic daughters of hers.

The Superior knelt on one knee: "Genet-mother, we have failed your bloodline. We couldn't defeat the enemy."

"You were very brave," Elena gently stroked the Superior's blood-stained white hair. "The Emperor would be proud of you."

The orbital naval fleet finally restored communications, and the Astropaths received the distress signal. When the reinforcing Thunderhawk gunship fleets appeared on the horizon, the surviving mortal soldiers embraced and wept.

The final victors of this war were the humans, not these damned Necrons.

Rhodes stood on the highest ruins, gazing at the devastated battlefield, his eyes piercing the clouds toward the distant stars: "This war is just the beginning. The Necrons won't stop here."

The Necron death field wouldn't affect only one planet.

Elena walked to his side, holding her husband's hand: "Then let them come. However many, we'll kill them all."

Chapter 593: Ultra Warriors, Brutally Abusing the Necrons

This planet was safe now; this Imperial shrine world had escaped the threat of the Necrons. But that didn't mean the war was over—a greater threat still loomed over the human Imperium!

The Necrons could be said to be in full war with the human Imperium now, without mercy or reason. The Necrons wanted only to destroy humanity.

"Lord Rhodes, the Silent King has now declared that all Phaerons of every dynasty are to mobilize fully, launching a total assault on the human Imperium to erase it completely." AsanethAyu's virtual hologram knelt on the ground as she spoke.

The Necrons now took the human Imperium seriously, especially the technologies they had revealed, like faster-than-light engines, which posed a massive threat to the Necron dynasties.

Moreover, the Silent King needed a war to defend his position, as the Stormlord was already rebelling.

Many newly awakened Necron dynasty Phaerons and Overlords had not chosen to join the Silent King but instead followed the Stormlord.

"Does he have the capability? What's the situation with the Stormlord now?" Rhodes asked.

The Silent King had truly shot himself in the foot. When leaving the galaxy, he had deactivated the Necrons' master control protocol!

He had returned freedom to his people. At the time, the Silent King might have thought he would never return to the galaxy.

He wanted self-exile because he understood that by agreeing to sell out his race to those cosmic new gods, he had become a sinner to his people.

But who knows what this guy encountered during his 6,000 years outside the galaxy—he came rushing back!

Or rather, he was scared back by some terrifying entity!

"Lord Rhodes! The Stormlord is actively courting all possible forces, even sending envoys to my side. How should I respond?" AsanethAyu asked.

"Agree to join his ranks, and clearly express your dissatisfaction with everything about the Silent King. But don't join his forces right now!

Tell the Stormlord that you'll stay by the Silent King's side as a spy and recruit some Phaerons or Overlords close to him," Rhodes said.

If the Silent King chose war with humanity, they could use the Stormlord to create diversions.

"Understood, Lord Rhodes. I'll comply with your orders and reply to the Stormlord," AsanethAyu said.

"You've been revived and even restored to your former body. Can you find a way to recruit a batch of Necrons to join our side?" Rhodes asked.

"Of course, great master. In fact, I've already contacted several Phaerons and over a dozen Necron Overlords. I'm just waiting for your command to reveal everything to them," AsanethAyu said.

She had become her dynasty's Phaeron through this resurrection method. With Cosmic beasts, she had revived some Overlords within her dynasty and successfully pulled them into her camp.

"Excellent. I'll give you full authority. Proceed at full strength. Now, one more question: Have you found what I asked you to look for?" Rhodes asked.

The Necrons' most powerful weapon was called the Celestial Orrery, a most dangerous artifact. With it, the Necrons could instantly detonate all stars within the galaxy!

To completely defeat the Necrons, they must obtain this Celestial Orrery.

"Lord Rhodes, I've learned which dynasty guards the Celestial Orrery. I'll attempt contact. I believe the price of resurrection is something they can't refuse," AsanethAyu said.

"Well done. I need you to deliver this weapon to me as soon as possible. It must not fall into the Silent King's hands.

Your task is simple: Corrupt the Necron dynasties from within. Recruit as many as you can. Best if you can hollow out the Silent King, or even after joining the Stormlord's domain, find ways to recruit talent and expand your forces. I'll give you all the Cosmic beasts you need—if not enough, I'll allocate more," Rhodes said.

Every Necron dynasty's Phaeron, and even some powerful Overlords, had C'tan shards under their control!

So, as long as Rhodes was willing, he could send his Cosmic beasts over, have them absorb the C'tan shards, and then revive those Necrons.

"Lord Rhodes! Understood. Do you need me to help divert attention from your war here?" AsanethAyu asked.

"I can handle things here. Your current task is to swiftly convert the Necrons internally. While the human Imperium and I draw the Silent King's full attention upfront, you build up your forces in the rear," Rhodes said.

"I understand, Lord Rhodes. Do you have any other instructions?" AsanethAyu nodded and asked.

"I have nothing else for you. Go! Coordinate well with the newcomers.

I'll lead the human Imperium upfront to draw the Necron main forces' attention. You convert them ruthlessly from behind," Rhodes said.

Nodding to Rhodes, AsanethAyu's virtual hologram vanished.

"Rhodes, the situation is still very delicate. Aren't you considering mobilizing some other Primarchs' forces to join the war?" Elena approached and asked.

"Don't worry. Nothing will go wrong. Don't forget, this time we have four Primarchs participating—we're a family of four Primarchs, which means four legions.

Moreover, the Battle Sisters under you can unleash even greater power," Rhodes said.

On the Necron death field battlefield, the forces best suited to counter Necron troops were the Battle Sister squads.

...

In the dark void, the human Imperium's fleets engaged in an unprecedented decisive battle with the Necrons' tomb world legions.

In a star sector shrouded by blackstone obelisks, Warp powers were completely suppressed here, turning psykers into mortals as if their throats were choked. The Imperium's most powerful Librarians became ordinary people.

But this still couldn't stop human power. The arrival of Rhodes's gene-sons expanded the Space Marine forces in this region to around 600,000, plus nearly a million Battle Sisters. These Battle Sisters had all undergone special enhancements, making their combat prowess fiercer than original Space Marines.

Once deployed, these Battle Sisters posed a massive threat to the Necrons, as the Emperor's light from their prayers perfectly countered the Necrons' barriers.

"All fleets, enter battle formation." Rhodes's voice was like an anvil in a forge, heavy and unyielding.

"Emperor's Wrath-class battleships, main cannons charging."

"Mechanicum void fortresses, deploy antimatter shields."

"Battle Sisters' Martyr fleets, prepare for assault."

Command after command was issued. With Rhodes in command, the entire Imperial army seemed to find its backbone.

The human Imperium's massive war machine began operating at full capacity. Though the Necrons had suppressed Warp travel, humans could still perform faster-than-light travel in this region.

Now, it's not just you tin skeletons with faster-than-light travel capabilities. The human Imperium also has massive numbers of faster-than-light engines equipped on troops; every ship is fitted with FTL drives.

The Necron fleets issued no warnings; they simply killed.

The Sautekh Dynasty's tomb ships released Gauss flayer beams, green energy sweeping Imperial vessels, disassembling metal, flesh, and souls at the atomic level into nothingness.

On the human side, massive beams and Pedanium rays relentlessly bombarded the Necron positions. In terms of weaponry, the human Imperium wasn't inferior by much.

At least in basic weapons, both sides could kill each other mutually.

"Report! Vengeful Spirit has been disassembled! Entire ship evaporated!"

"Iron Wrath's void shields down to 47%!"

Rhodes sneered and issued his command.

"Activate the star fortress's ultimate protective energy dome and void shields at full power, then counter with Pedanium cannons."

"For the Emperor! For Lord Rhodes! For the Cosmic Guard!"

Space Marines in Terminator armor charged despite the blackstone obelisks' suppression, their bolters roaring, plasma cannons burning molten pits in the Necrons' living metal.

As the Space Marines advanced, the Imperial fleets unfolded like a steel torrent, macro-cannon arrays thundering deafeningly, lances slicing the void, Pedanium rays emitting beams of death, pouring toward the Necron fleets.

"We need heavier firepower!" A company captain roared.

"Received. Providing heavy fire support immediately. Deploying King Joe Titans and Ultra Knight mechs," a Space Marine comms operator replied.

The Ultra Warrior mechs were 10m tall models used by ordinary mortals, but there were also 15m versions for Space Marines. These mechs were even more powerful than Dreadnoughts.

On Rhodes's side, he released his full-scale 50m tall Ultra Brothers—these were true 1:1 replicas of Ultra Warriors, capable of surviving and flying freely in space, wielding terrifying beam abilities like monsters.

Their combat power was a 1:1 replication of Ultramen. Once deployed in space battles, they would deal devastating blows to the Necrons.

Rhodes deployed the initial versions: Ultraman Taro, Ultraman Ace, Ultraman Zoffy, Ultraman Jack, Ultraman Seven, all thrown into the battlefield.

Stream Rays, Spacium Rays, Emerium Rays, Metallium Rays became cosmic spectacles, bombarding the Necron armies.

The Ultraman Ultra Warriors' attacks left the Necrons utterly baffled—what kind of monsters were these?

The addition of the Ultraman Ultra Warriors completely shifted the battlefield's balance.

"M78 Ray—full salvo!"

Ultraman Zoffy crossed his arms, unleashing a blazing white torrent of Spacium Rays that swept the Necron tomb ship arrays. Living metal disintegrated and evaporated under the high-energy particle impact. A Sautekh Dynasty destroyer mothership tried to resist with an inertia damper field but was pierced through its core in three seconds, turning into a brilliant space firework.

Ultraman Taro leaped into the enemy lines, his Stream Ray fanning out in an explosion, instantly clearing Necron fighter swarms within thousands of kilometers. His Ultra Fist smashed into a tomb ship's bridge, shattering living metal like fragile pottery, the entire vessel disintegrating in a chain explosion.

"What... are these things?!" A Necron Overlord's data consciousness fluctuated violently. It had never retrieved such terrifying combat units from the galactic database.

What were these mechanical construct monsters? Their technology was completely unseen by the Necrons; even tomb technicians couldn't figure out how they were powered until their deaths.

This was entirely different from C'tan energy drives—a more powerful Titan weapon.

"Analysis failed... energy levels exceed C'tan shards... recommend immediate retreat!" Another Necron cryptek's logic circuits nearly collapsed.

However, Necrons had no concept of "fear" and no reason to retreat.

They only coldly executed destruction protocols. The Silent King's orders were supreme—humanity must be exterminated!

"Activate stellar collapse protocol, target locked on human main fleet." A Sautekh ark ship hidden at the battlefield's edge released ghostly green energy waves—it was a secondary replica of the Celestial Orrery, the "Star Incinerator," capable of briefly warping local gravitational constants to create artificial black holes.

"Detected gravitational anomaly! Lord Rhodes, enemy is creating spatial collapse!" A Mechanicum priest frantically tapped data slates on the bridge.

Rhodes sneered: "Hah, parlor tricks." He waved his hand, and Ultraman Ace's Ultra Eyes suddenly lit up.

"Cosmic Quintuple Ray!"

This skill was the most powerful ultimate move the Ultraman Ultra Warriors could currently use. There was also the Cosmic Miracle Ray, but that required the real Taro. Here, only Ultraman Ace was reinforced to its final form.

So, they could only use Ultraman Ace's Ultra Horn to absorb power from the other Ultra Brothers and unleash the Cosmic Quintuple Ray.

Five colored beams wove into a net, forcibly holding back the forming black hole event horizon.

Ultraman Seven hurled his head dart, the superluminal spinning blade bisecting the Sautekh ark ship's blackstone core. As the core overloaded, the Star Incinerator device backfired, consuming the ark ship itself.

The Necron fleets were annihilated by the human Imperium. Rhodes's Ultraman Ultra Warriors deployed in groups, with the Ultra Six Brothers as a combat unit.

They began dealing near-destructive strikes to the Necrons. For the first time, these space skeletons felt technologically overwhelmed.