The two tall space necromancer overlords looked at each other wordlessly, dressed in green armor and holding the Overlord of the Phase Scythe in their hands, the supreme and unspeakable by his name, Zarasusa, while on the other side, the ancient sage, whose mechanical body was wrapped in blue-gold armor, was the Traveler Allaqir, and the long-handled war knife that shone with an azure light of the same color as his armor stood beside him, and a silent message was transmitted between the two overlords, while their respective guards maintained the same cold silence beside them, Gazing at their respective masters. Pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info

Anrakir scanned Zarasusa's inorganic pupils on the other side, knowing full well that many of his own people had lost the wisdom they once prided themselves on because of their long slumber, especially since Zalasusa was the overlord of the Monfith dynasty, and their madness had destroyed several of their own tomb worlds...... And for the sake of the space necromancy, Allaqir himself has also killed several crazy overlords with his own hands.

Previously, the Monferet dynasty placed a high value on the Lost Star's solar relay system, a cosmic factory that powered dozens of Dreadnosaur galaxies. The Lost Star is located in a galaxy whose ruler is called Zara Susa of the Fire Oath, and the vast solar refracting lens in the galaxy called Starflame captures the light of the double star, and he is the last of the successive Starflame Custodians to be the last of the custodians of the Starflame. Although Zarasusa considers himself the Lord of the Twin Stars and considers his role to be one of the most important in the entire dynasty, the other Overlords merely see him as a caretaker. Of course, despite this, Zarasusa, who considered himself noble, still demanded the strictest discipline and honor - as a disciple of the hand of Imjosep, the supreme phase technician, he knew that he must not let his mentor be disgraced by him. Zarasusa saw himself as a model of honor and morality for the fearless, and he enforced the ancient honor of the fearless, fought the enemy openly on the battlefield, rejected all slaughter of the enemy who laid down his arms and unarmed civilians, and tried to learn from his mentor the path called mercy.

When the War for Heaven was about to destroy the Dreads, Zarasusa and his subjects abandoned the inner circle of the galaxy, leaving only the solar refractive lens system intact for later when they returned. For tens of millions of years, Zara Susa slept until the arrival of the Tyranids. When he awoke, the galaxy had changed almost beyond his imagination, humanity had spread out in his precious galaxy, but a savage race that Zarasuza had never known about had struck and defiled his sun's refractory lens, and his own people were torn apart. Zarasusa himself was not unharmed in his eternal sleep, he felt that his great fantasies had intensified, and on the other hand, his sense of honor grew stronger, and he saw himself as an important part of reviving the former empire of the Feared Dead. He gave himself the title of "The Great Honored One Who Can't Call His Name", and set out to reclaim his galaxy from the barbarians and xenomorphs.

And now, if Anrakir sees the slightest sign of loss of his mind in Zarasusa's eyes, he will kill him in order to preserve his precious legacy, if necessary, along with the Reshapers from the Federation - and take command of this place again, but for now, apart from some arrogance, Zarasusa's sanity is normal, and even quite wise. After all, he didn't even kill the imperial refugees who had fallen here in a hurry, but chose to temporarily imprison them.

Not to raise a butcher's knife against an unarmed person - it was a noble honor cherished before the Death-Feared became space necrons, but the transformation ritual made the NECs cold and cruel, even Anrakir himself had long forgotten the honor of the past, and if Zarasuza still had such a vestige of the past, he would definitely be an important member of the NEC's revival.

At the end of the long exchange, Anrakir turned his gaze and looked at Valentine, the leader of the Reshaper Regiment, who had been behind him since just now, with blue mechanical eyes, and he had maintained a cold silence since the beginning of communication between Anrakir and Zarasusa, as if he had not paid any attention to the communication between the two necromantic overlords just now.

"Your Excellency Allakhir, how." Valentine asked in High Gothic.

"Very well, Overlord Zalasusa agreed to our request, and now we just need to go to those imperial compatriots of yours." Allakhil replied, and after a moment of silence, he continued to ask questions.

"Don't you wonder what we said? As far as I know, your race has always been very curious and always trying to know what you shouldn't know. ”

"I don't know what not to know, it's the right thing to know about the world itself, the Federation doesn't treat secrets as taboos, as long as you are sensible and cautious, knowledge is knowledge after all. It is people who decide what knowledge is to be used. As for what you said to the Necromantic Overlord, I don't want to know because it's your secret, and out of diplomatic etiquette, it's not appropriate for me to ask, of course, if you want to say it, it's fine. ”

Valentine put his hand on the phase greatsword that he was propped up on the ground, and slowly exhaled, "Of course, actually, I really don't care much...... So, we'd better take action before the swarm destroys the Flower Star on the other side. ”

Allakir nodded silently, and without saying a word, he looked at the hanging pyramid that had landed with him, and a burst of green light disappeared, and Valentine's body also flashed with a phase-transmitted blue light.

In an instant, the two powerful commanders returned to their respective positions, and a faint glow once again flowed from the surface of the two fleets suspended outside the planet.

The day of war has come.

The necromantic armada, which shimmered with a faint green glow on the surface, slowly jumped the inertial engine, and just on the side of the necromantic fleet, the gravity engine of the black and dark red trimmed fleet of the Reshaper Legion also drove up, and the short journey was not a problem at all...... Now all it takes is to tear a path to where the Blood Angel is.