For nearly 300 years in the galaxy, Russell was considered by many to be the embodiment of war and killing.

Mountains and rivers are shattered, living beings are devastated, the starry sky is dyed red with alien blood, and the sky is washed with demonic tears, this is the image of the star bulleter in the minds of most people who know him.

Most of the time, Russell's actions fit this image very well, like now.

When Russell's small fast maneuvering fleet arrived at the remote galaxy called the 'Unmanned Market' in the northern part of the Hazy Star Field, this originally uncared for horn had been completely destroyed by the war.

The remains of living metal bodies scrapped by Gauss's weapons drift in orbit in the world of the Tombs, and the non-inertial engines propel starships that are as curved as crescents as a crescent moon to roam in uninhabited deep space, haunting and looming like ghosts. Magnificent tomb minarets emerge from phase space, but they are full of wreckage.

Greywind saw a large, hollow celestial body floating silently in the airspace of the uninhabited marketplace, like an empty bowl the size of a planet.

"That's a fragment of the Catagbladder World." Russell whispered, "Some powerful attack has blown up a planet, and the tomb hidden inside has been wiped out, leaving only the outer crust to drift in the air. ”

Grey Wind nodded, and the tachyon sensor and psionic sensor alternately swept across the entire galaxy, finding no biological reaction other than space necromancy.

It is clear that the devastation is the result of a civil war of necrons in space.

There are a total of 15 planets in the 'No Man's Market' system, three of which are Necro Crypt worlds, and now all three planets have been exploded, leaving only a ruin floating in the original planetary orbit. Without mechanical maintenance and large equipment support, the wreckage is gravitationally close to each other and slowly and naturally converges into a spherical shape.

"The 3 tomb worlds have all been destroyed by the Necromantic Civil War, and I don't know if the Star God Fragment we are looking for is still there." Grey Wind was a little worried about running in vain.

"Open the psionic stealth field, let's go in and have a look." Russell said unconcernedly.

As he spoke, he sat down on the mechanical throne in the center of the command room of the flagship of the Mobile Fleet, which was densely connected with countless cables.

As Russell's hips made contact with the throne, the equipment with a hybrid structure of spirit bones and machinery began to squeeze spiritual energy directly from his body to supply the entire starship, and with the 'Psionic Dust Burning Chamber' completely unignited, Russell alone supplied enough spiritual energy to make all the psionic devices of the entire flagship run at full power.

"It's so strong...... It's very powerful. … It's like 10,000 alpha-level psionics burning themselves together with their final power and final realm...... Even so, it's hard to match the current power of the leader, right? ”

The monk of the psionic department, who was responsible for maintaining the energy transmission line, sighed at the huge energy level value of the line flowing through every second in front of him, and sighed and felt a little disappointed: "In the face of such a powerful personal power, we usually continue to invest a lot of time and resources, and mobilize a large number of personnel to continue to research psionic energy-related technologies to continuously optimize the combustion utilization rate of psionic dust...... What's the point? ”

When a person's physical strength is strong enough to move mountains and reclaim the sea, what is the use of those huge and bulky cranes?

"Nature is useful." Russell, noticing the monk's confusion, said lightly:

"Personal power is not a force that can be relied on for a long time, perhaps the emperor's 10,000 years of sitting on the golden throne have made you accustomed to strongman politics that emphasizes obedience and obedience, but have you ever thought that there is nothing eternal and unchanging in the world."

"What if one day the Emperor rises from his dying illness on the Golden Throne and becomes something you never knew or understood, what will happen to the empire of mankind that is accustomed to relying on Him, relying on Him, and worshipping Him?"

As soon as these words came out, the face of the Psionic Department monk suddenly changed greatly, and his voice trembled: "Leader, you, what do you mean, the emperor... The Emperor...... Him? ”

Russell smiled: "For example, what I really want to say is that don't take the strength of others as a reason for your own, because it is others who are strong, not you." ”

My psionic energy is strong enough to keep the entire fleet running single-handedly, but if you neglect to store psionic dust and maintain your equipment, who do you rely on when I leave or if something happens?

No, all you can rely on is psionic technology and spell-casting techniques that you truly understand and master from start to finish.

"Okay," he bowed his head.

While talking and laughing, the huge psionic energy was squeezed out of Russell's body, and was transported to all parts of the battleship from the center of the mechanical throne under the buttocks, and the psionic field generators loaded in the corners of the flagship began to operate, and the psionic stealth field slowly fell like a thin veil, completely submerging the entire starship.

Small destroyers and quick-response frigates entered the coverage of the stealth field, sticking to the side of Russell's flagship, like barnacle parasites clinging to the surface of whales, and under the cover of the psionic stealth field, the fleet sailed into the 'unmanned market' that had been scorched by the necromantic civil war.

Within the system, the remnants of the necromantic ships are still at war with each other, and with the help of super-maneuverable engines without inertial engines, their ships fly without any trajectory or predictable path, which directly leads to the fact that both sides of the war have collectively become masters of hull strokes, often pulling in space for weeks before damaging one of the enemy ship's thrusters.

Then, over the next few weeks, the damage was repaired by the self-healing properties of the living metal and the Scroon Beetle.

"Is it necessary to fight like this......" Russell was a little speechless as a bystander.

Grey Wind scanned the corpses of the necromancy that the drone had collected from around the Tomb World fragments, and said, "The weapons of mass destruction of this Necronomicon Dynasty have been destroyed and depleted in the previous civil wars, and they have now lost the ability to wage large-scale wars, leaving only these few living metal warships still fighting endlessly. ”

"What kind of hatred and grudge, I still refuse to give up after fighting like this." Russell was a little curious, obviously it was a dynastic civil war, how could he fight with the human empire.

The planet has exploded, the tomb has been bulldozed, and there is no need for any family funds, and you and I must die today.

Grey Wind scans a living metal corpse before invading the next.

She said seriously: "The data centers of these corpses have been devastated, presumably fatally wounded by the nerve crushing rifle of the 'Death Mark' sniper, and the memory data stored in them is mutilated, and the truth of the matter is no longer complete. ”

Death Mark is a high-level special unit in the space necromancer system, they have a portable pocket phase transfer device, usually hiding in the pocket dimension they carry with them to observe the battlefield, find a suitable position, and use a one-hit nerve crusher gun to deal a fatal blow to high-value targets.

- The above is ideal, in fact, the Deathmark Sniper is generally used by the ruling class of the Space Necrons for aristocratic vendettas, and there are probably more Death-Fears and Space Necrons who have died under the Nerve Crusher Gun than the Spirits and Humans combined.

"Ah, this corpse was killed by an overloaded energy core, and its data center is relatively intact." Grey Wind's voice of surprise came from the side of the throne, and she invaded the wreckage's data processing hub.

Then, the truth of the civil war in the unmanned market surfaced.

"This civil war is a battle of routes, and about half a year ago, the 'Burner Allakir', who has been promoted to a star god, came to this galaxy, and he proposed to the Emperor of the Crown World to exchange a copy of the 'Ascension Protocol' for the Burner fragments stored in the world."

The Emperor agreed to Allakhir's request, and Allakhil succeeded in obtaining the Burning Fragments, further completing himself, and then left. The Emperor began to study the Ascension Protocol in an attempt to elevate himself to the status of a Star God by usurping the body of another Star God fragment controlled by his dynasty, Ruler Zahurash. ”

"But the other two tomb worlds in the galaxy do not support the Emperor's decision, they claim that the so-called Ascension Agreement and the Sacrifice of the Star God are just another biological transformation of lies, and the Emperor after the Sacrifice of the Star God and the original Emperor will not be the same person at all, and they are firmly opposed to the route of 'Ascension'."

"As a result, the Crown World, which supports the Ascension Agreement, and the other two Tomb Worlds that oppose the Ascension Agreement, began a never-ending civil war, which is an irreconcilable battle of routes."

"The current Emperor is still studying the Ascension Protocol in the ruins of the Crown World, which is a conflict between the Ascension faction and the conservatives, and it is also a death match between the royalists and the military merit group."

(End of chapter)