However, even when facing such a terrifying monster, Sibylla's face still showed no sign of fear.
After all, all fear stems from insufficient firepower.
And as an Alpha-level Psyker, Sibylla's "firepower" was clearly at an exceptionally abundant stage.
"Just what kind of Xenos is this..."
The Inquisitor tried hard to recall the knowledge she possessed, but unfortunately, no known Xenos race's characteristics matched this monster.
"Forget it, I won't think about it for now. I'll let someone else identify this fellow later; perhaps others will know of this Xenos."
After a fruitless attempt at recollection, Sibylla had no choice but to give up.
At that moment, the monster had already charged toward her, its metal feet making a crisp clanging sound against the ground, preparing to tear this seemingly shell-shocked human limb from limb.
Of course, before it could even charge forward a few steps, its body came to an immediate halt.
Sibylla's eyes emitted a dazzling azure light, and her entire being radiated vast psychic fluctuations. Invisible telekinesis seized the monster, tearing it into pieces in an instant.
Metal fragments fell like raindrops, scattering across the ground with a series of metallic clinks.
And a strange expression appeared on Sibylla's face.
"Is it a dead thing? A machine?"
From the perception brought by her psychic power just now... she had not sensed the presence of anything like a soul within this monster.
After a moment's thought, Sibylla decisively chose not to dwell on the matter.
Time to call for backup!
..."Is this... a Necron Flayer?"
Adam, who had just finished crafting a Mechanical Power Claw and a bionic eye under Yarrick's guidance, was very surprised to receive a mental communication from Sibylla.
After quickly reviewing her combat logs, Adam stroked his chin and spoke in surprise.
"Lord Adam, you recognize this Xenos?"
Inside the Governor's Mansion, Sibylla leaned against a wall, transmitting a message through her mind to her distant target.
Speaking of which, she had always found this special connection between a Reality Warper and their Converted to be quite wonderful.
What was the principle behind this psychic communication? And what were its specific limitations?
If the two were on different planets, with the spatial distance between them measured in light-years, what would happen then?
However, now was not the time for a deep investigation.
Just moments ago, Sibylla had witnessed the skeletal monster she had just used her psychic powers to tear into a pile of scrap metal slowly heal its body and climb back up from the ground.
This time, the monster opened a ghostly green portal right where it stood, but before it could enter, it was dragged back by Sibylla and torn into pieces once again.
"Yes, I do recognize it."
Adam organized his thoughts and then explained, "This Xenos race is called the Necrons. In the ancient times of the Galaxy, long before humans appeared, they successfully established a massive empire."
"This Xenos race possesses highly advanced physical universe technology, and the monster you encountered is one of their units—the Flayer."
No longer wondering why Lord Adam knew such secrets, Sibylla frowned and asked:
"But that Flayer seemed to have no sanity at all, having fallen into complete madness. Is that a characteristic of this Xenos?"
"...No. There's a long story behind it."
Adam replied, "You can simply understand it as them being infected by some kind of cursed virus. Normal Necrons are not like this, and they feel disgust toward these infected kin, avoiding them at all costs."
Actually, it's quite simple.
The Necrons simply made a mistake that many races in this Galaxy are prone to making.
That is, failing to properly handle the relationship between their race and their own gods.
For example, the Ancient Aeldari who pulled off a world-ending stunt and created Slaanesh; the humans who would all perish if the Emperor died and the Black King emerged; and the Tau who would massacre the followers of the Goddess T'au'va in the future.
The Necrons were the same; with their own peerless wisdom, they had a bit of a minor friction with the C'tan they worshipped.
The result was a mutual loss: the civilization of the true race, the "Necron," has completely perished, leaving only the Necrons as crude copies and mobile tombstones, while all the C'tan were shattered into many fragments, used by the Necron civilization as living energy sources and weapons.
And the Flayer Virus originated from one of the completely destroyed C'tan, 'Llandu'gor.'
Before its death, it created this virus and cursed all Necrons. Victims infected by this virus become madmen who lose their sanity and become intoxicated by bloody slaughter.
However, because of this...
The appearance of a Flayer also points to one fact.
"We need to prepare; there might be a difficult battle ahead."
"What?"
Inquisitor Sibylla was slightly taken aback.
"Because the presence of this Flayer indicates a high probability that there is a Necron Tomb World on this planet."
Adam explained.
Because their strength was greatly diminished after fighting the War in Heaven and backstabbing the C'tan, and in order to avoid the then-ascendant Ancient Aeldari empire, the Necron leader, Silent King Szarekh, ordered all Necrons to enter every Tomb World and fall into a deep slumber.
Thus, theoretically, on any planet, you might dig up the graves of these "skeletons."
Of course, what Adam was more concerned about was:
Next, he might be able to dig up some obviously high-grade treasures in this tomb.
For example, some Necron technological artifacts.
Or for instance... star god shards.
Although the power levels of star god shards vary wildly—some large shards are powerful enough to wipe out an expeditionary fleet, while smaller ones might only be at the level of a Titan unit.
But even if the authority contained within the star god shards in this Tomb World was too low to make him a fourth-rank Reality Warper on the spot, it would still be a significant boost to his own Reality Intensity.
However, a Necron's grave is not so easily plundered.
If it were a small Necron dynasty that had completely eroded over the long ages, that would be one thing. But if the other party's condition is even slightly well-preserved, they are definitely a force to be reckoned with.
Therefore, Adam still needed to bolster his own strength.
He cast his gaze forward.
Commissar Yarrick, dressed in a black military uniform with a solemn expression, stood tall and straight.
At this moment, his right arm was a massive, Ork-style Mechanical Power Claw, and his left eye had already been replaced with a bionic eye emitting a crimson glow.