What is this?
Sibylla frowned.
It looked like an alien fighter jet.
What was its purpose?
Reconnaissance? Or destruction?
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She pondered for a moment, not overly tense.
After all, this was an Adeptus Mechanicus camp set up by an Archmagos Dominus.
The Dominus is an honorary title within the Cult Mechanicus that indicates a holder's military inclination, signifying that this follower of the Omnissiah has undergone rigorous training in the art of war and can control the battlefield with mechanical precision.
The camp contained more than enough destructive weapons, especially its anti-aircraft fire array, which would certainly be able to handle an alien fighter.
However, to be cautious.
Sibylla still transmitted the scene she saw via psychic communication.
On the strike cruiser.
Adam, who was discussing the possibilities of Ork technology with Yarrick and how much it could change the Imperium of Man, was slightly startled to receive Sibylla's message.
Adam: "Where was this found?"
Sibylla: "Right near the edge of the Archmagos's base where I am now. Why?"
Adam: "Quick! Shoot that thing down immediately! That's a Necrons' Night Scythe! Its core contains a miniature wormhole that can Warp Necrons armies into the battlefield at will!"
"What?"
Sibylla quickly came to her senses, turned to Cawl the Great Sage, and urgently repeated what she had heard.
He didn't delve into how Sibylla knew, as an Inquisitor's knowledge was inherently vast and complex.
Under the Archmagos's command, six Hunter-Killer missiles, trailing turbulent airflow and exhaust, screamed out from the camp, like hungry wolves pouncing on prey, heading straight for the alien fighter.
However, the Night Scythe was exceptionally agile, as if it had undergone countless calculations, narrowly avoiding two missiles with a peculiar lateral shift.
Immediately after, its two unknown-tech cannons mounted on its belly fired silently, and in an instant, the remaining four missiles turned into brilliant fireworks in the sky.
After eliminating the threat, the Night Scythe lowered its altitude, its eerie green core glowing faintly, and a pale green light curtain projected onto the ground.
The next moment, an unexpected change occurred.
Under the gaze of all observers within the camp, a tide of monsters surged forth from the light curtain.
They were stiff-bodied, stumbling Necron warriors, their appearance strikingly consistent with the Flayers Sibylla had seen before.
They held firearms emitting an eerie green light, their eyes hollow and lifeless, and their skeletal bodies were enough to shock any beholder, like a legion of undead seeking revenge on the world of the living.
—Necrons.
Deeply shocked by this sight, Sibylla once again realized the accuracy of this description.
Indeed, these were the dead.
These ancient dead had not stayed peacefully in their tombs but had reawakened, crawled out from the surface, and sought to drag all other living beings on this planet into hell with them.
"Enemy attack! All Skitarii, prepare immediately!"
Even though he was stunned by such a sci-fi scene, Cawl the Great Sage reacted quickly, a massive data stream flashing through his thought-network, transmitting messages to all reachable units, "Organize! We must engage immediately!"
However, a communication from a Communicator-Priest made his heart tremble.
"Report: Just now, the camp was suddenly attacked by a large number of unknown enemy units. Our Electro-Priests and Skitarii Marshals have suffered significant losses."
"Damn Abominations!"
Cawl cursed under his breath.
"...They are Flayers."
Sibylla immediately spread her perception wildly and quickly found the culprit behind all this, her brows tightly furrowed: "These things have appeared after all."
When she had witnessed the Flayers' actions earlier, she realized that this type of troop, capable of freely opening Warp gates for teleportation, was essentially cheating, able to appear and attack from incredible positions.
But was that all?
The three present almost simultaneously realized this.
The Firstborn had raised his Bolter, his eyes sharp as a blade, scanning the surroundings.
Cawl the Great Sage also activated the high-power Augur built into his mechanical body, beginning to detect the incoming units.
Indeed, he found the target.
In a shadowy corner on one side of the camp, a Necron hidden in the dark was watching eerily, its sniper rifle glowing green.
In the vision of the Necron assassin, the Deathmark, a large amount of data unfolded, marking its targets with green tags one by one.
The efficient processor instantly analyzed the relationship between the three.
**Guard**, **Guest**, **Leader**.
The data stream within the Deathmark's core flowed through, analyzing solutions one by one:
**Kill the leader? Denied. The target possesses extremely strong anti-interference capabilities, its data cannot be parsed, and it has extensive mechanical modifications, defense capabilities unknown. There is a certain possibility that the neural shredder may be ineffective against it.**
**Kill the guard? Denied. The target's value is insufficient.**
Thus, the conclusion was clear.
A pale green energy bullet shot out of the barrel, flying straight towards Sibylla's head, but was blocked by a thick psychic barrier that rose from the ground.
Regarding this outcome, there were no emotional fluctuations resembling astonishment or disappointment in the Deathmark's thought arrays.
After all, for every Necron, so-called emotions were merely simulated data, easily annihilated and excluded.
**Target intel acquired. Warp high-psychic individual. Database analysis... similar target is—Eldar Farseer (War of Heaven period).**
Without the slightest hesitation, it immediately attempted to open a dimensional portal to a pocket dimension and leave.
However, before the Deathmark could take two steps, it was forcibly seized by a vast psychic energy and held in place.
Immediately after, a thick melta beam shot over, melting it directly into a pile of slag.
Cawl the Great Sage slowly retracted the Corona Inferno Gun hidden beneath his red robe.
"It seems the situation is indeed not good. These abominable xenos are very troublesome."
"My suggestion is, call for backup."
Sibylla said, "On the strike cruiser, our team can be teleported over via the Warp at any time."
"Coincidentally, I can introduce you to the Emperor's contractor. I believe that once you meet him, you will have a change of heart."
"Your suggestion is good. However, I refuse."
After a fleeting moment of thought, Cawl directly rejected the pleasant suggestion.
"Currently, I cannot fully trust your words. I can only interpret your current actions as taking advantage of the situation. No reinforcements are needed; the Adeptus Mechanicus Skitarii will resolve this threat."
"As for the Omnissiah's contractor you mentioned, let's discuss that later."
"Heh, I hope so."
Sibylla said indifferently, tacitly accepting Cawl's decision.