Datch ignored the Battle Sisters' questions and paid no attention to their excited gazes.
He dismounted from the giant rooster and took out the Golden Hammer from his game inventory.
Planet Vantis III was located inside the exorcised Dead Zone.
Creatures like Pugh that came from the Warp could not maintain their physical forms inside the Dead Zone, nor did they have any energy left to save people.
Therefore, Datch could only use this golden hammer.
Under the expectant gazes of the crowd, Datch walked toward an elderly Battle Sister who was fervently praying.
Her armor was heavily damaged, with visible cracks and horrific wounds. Fresh blood continuously seeped out, and her face was as pale as paper.
He gently raised the golden hammer and lightly tapped the Battle Sister's shoulder.
A sharp metallic sound echoed inside the old church.
The golden light released from the small hammer spread outward in concentric ripples, like a small stone thrown into a quiet lake.
The light was warm and gentle, enveloping the Battle Sister's entire body.
She felt a tingling itch from her wounds. Her skin rapidly healed, severed blood vessels reconnected, and torn muscles quickly regenerated.
That gentle, warm power flowed through her body like living water, washing away fatigue and pain.
A few seconds later, the Battle Sister's body and armor returned to their original state, with no trace of battle left behind.
"Praise be to the Nameless One, praise be to Your mercy…"
The elderly Battle Sister was deeply moved and began singing a hymn praising the Nameless God.
Datch ignored the other woman and walked straight toward the next Battle Sister.
Clang… Clang… Clang…
Sharp knocking sounds echoed through the church as golden light continued to radiate.
In a very short time, all the Battle Sisters were healed, and their damaged armor was completely restored to its original condition.
Witnessing such a miracle made these Battle Sisters deeply devoted to their faith in the Nameless One.
Wherever the Nameless One was, there was a strong sense of security.
There was no need to think about anything, no need to fear anything. As long as the Nameless One was here, everything would be fine.
Victory and happiness were all that mattered.
Lord Emperor, we Sisters are not disloyal. It's just that the Nameless One has given us too much.
Datch mounted the giant rooster and headed toward the church entrance. The Battle Sisters followed closely behind him.
After leaving the church, Datch noticed that a battle had broken out nearby and several Valkyrie gunships had crashed.
All of them were heavily damaged, burning fiercely and spewing black smoke and sparks.
Datch took out the golden hammer and struck them a few times. They were restored to brand-new condition.
The pristine armor gleamed with a metallic luster under the dim sky.
The engines roared to life as the machine spirits, now reactivated, eagerly prepared to return to the battlefield alongside humanity.
The Battle Sisters watched the Nameless One's actions in disbelief.
After the Valkyrie gunships were repaired, he waved his hand again and opened a portal of light.
Mordachi and the other Primaris Space Marines marched out in formation.
The Battle Sisters looked at the Astartes with surprised eyes.
Are these all the Nameless One's subordinates?
"You will go with them to rescue the people. I have other things to do and need to act alone."
Datch spoke to Mordachi and the Primaris Space Marines, as well as the Battle Sisters.
"Understood," Mordachi nodded.
"As you command, Nameless One," the elderly Battle Sister replied.
After the Primaris Space Marines and Battle Sisters boarded the Valkyrie gunships together…
The roar of the engines grew louder as the gunships lifted into the air and flew off to rescue the remaining Imperial soldiers who were still resisting.
Inside the gunship, the Battle Sisters sat in their seats, but their gazes remained fixed on the Astartes.
The tall warriors stood motionless like statues on both sides of the hatch.
After a moment of silence, one young Battle Sister couldn't help but say enviously, "I'm really jealous."
A Dark Angel with some experience tilted his head slightly and looked at her.
The young Battle Sister continued, "To receive the Nameless One's grace and always stay by his side…"
"To fight alongside him and witness his miracles is the greatest honor."
The other Battle Sisters nodded in agreement, their eyes also filled with envy.
Many people desired this opportunity but could never obtain it.
Yet these Astartes could always remain by the Nameless One's side and participate in his every action.
This was nothing less than an honor.
Was this not also a blessing?
Under Mordachi's mask, the corners of his mouth twitched violently.
The other Dark Angels also felt guilty and silently looked away.
The Black Templar warriors remained silent like statues, not daring to say a word.
What could they say?
Should they tell these Battle Sisters that they were not blessed lucky people, but prisoners brought here by the Nameless One to atone for their sins?
They would never forget why they had been sent into that mysterious universe.
The Dark Angels had followed Lord Cypher and stormed into the palace.
During that time, one of them had nearly killed an Imperial Guardsman.
That was a serious crime equivalent to treason.
What the Black Templars had done to the Torchbearer fleet and their former brothers violated the most fundamental tenets of their Chapter.
If this ever came to light, it would bring enough shame upon the entire Chapter that even death could not atone for it.
If the Nameless One had not given them this opportunity, they would have long since been put on trial and executed by firing squad.
The atmosphere inside the gunship suddenly fell silent.
The Battle Sisters did not notice anything unusual.
They continued to look at these silent warriors with envious eyes.
"I secretly prayed that one day I could be granted such an honor."
….
After watching the Valkyrie gunship disappear from view, Datch mounted his giant rooster and galloped through the ruins.
Using the minimap, he searched for Orikan the Diviner, the Chronomancer responsible for the invasion of Planet Vantis.
The giant rooster raced through the ruins at astonishing speed.
After turning a sharp corner and crossing a hill, everything suddenly opened up before his eyes.
A besieged fortress came into view.
…
Smoke rose into the sky, blotting out the sun. The sound of artillery fire echoed as the ground shook from terrifying explosions and dust flew into the air.
Undead soldiers formed from living metal advanced emotionlessly toward the human positions according to their superiors' orders.
Soulless silver figures emerged from the smoke, continuously firing green beams from their Gauss weapons.
The walls of the besieged fortress had turned to rubble, with a massive breach opened.
The remnants of the Human Imperium clung to their final strongholds and fortresses, continuing their desperate resistance.
Their numbers continued to dwindle and all of them were wounded, yet they refused to give up. They stubbornly fought on while shouting the Emperor's name.
Red beams from lasguns continuously fired through the gaps, destroying the approaching undead soldiers one after another.
Inside the fortress, humanity's last war machines were letting out their final roars.
Several broken cannons spat out their last shells amid the thick smoke.
The shells struck the undead soldiers' formations and exploded, destroying swathes of the cosmic undead horde.
However, those destroyed undead would be pulled back to the forges through regeneration protocols and would not disappear.
After being revived, they would once again step onto the battlefield.
Necron flyers circled through the air at high speed, continuously firing destructive beams and relentlessly attacking the void shields protecting the fortress.
The crackling shields continued to shrink with every passing second.
The purple energy shields rippled constantly as their light gradually weakened, looking as if they were about to collapse completely.
After more artillery fire, several energy relays at the shield generator's location overloaded and exploded. Flames shot high into the air as thick smoke filled the sky.
Humanity's destruction was only a matter of time.
Orikan's smile grew even brighter. This battle was not a hard-fought struggle at all — it was a complete rout.
Everything humanity had achieved so far had been in vain.
They fought under the name of that ridiculous Zombie King, shouting foolish slogans and striving for victory in a desperate situation.
But the outcome had already been decided.
Orikan stood on high ground, looking down at the battlefield below.
In the dim light, his silver body emitted a cold metallic luster. His eyes sparkled… green light emanated from them as he held an elaborately decorated staff in his hand.
The corners of his lips curled slightly upward into an arrogant expression.
"How foolish these humans are. To challenge us, who have completely mastered the laws of physics. It's like they're courting death. This will be the most foolish decision they have ever made."
The humans were trapped inside the ruined fortress with nowhere to run and no way to call for help.
Their struggle had become the drama Orikan most enjoyed watching.
To live a long life, one needed a little entertainment to maintain it.
Just then, a piercing alarm sounded through the communication line.
Orikan frowned slightly. Could the Human Imperium still send reinforcements at this point?
This was somewhat unexpected, and his prophecy had not mentioned any reinforcements.
It seemed fate was once again facing a minor problem.
It didn't matter. Even if he annihilated these human reinforcements, his prophecy would remain 100% accurate.
Orikan used his privileges to forcibly connect with the undead soldiers and obtain their visual information.
Through the eyes of the frontline undead soldiers,
Orikan saw a large rooster with golden-red feathers.
Riding on its back was a primitive warrior.
The moment he saw the opponent, Orikan's pupils contracted sharply.
The Nameless One.
That Nameless One.
That human was the one who had inflicted heavy losses even on the Silent King Szarekh.
"Damn it…"
Even the usually arrogant Orikan couldn't help but speak with a slight tremble.
"How did this guy get here? Void fleet, why was there no warning?"
No one could answer him.
The communication line had completely gone dead.
Orikan took a deep breath and calmed his overloaded computational core.
He was Orikan the Diviner, the master of time manipulation among all Necrons in the universe.
He held the secrets of time and could freely travel through its flow.
They had countless trump cards, countless backup plans, and countless ways to deal with crises.
When all else failed, he could rewind time.
Let's start over from the beginning.
No matter how strong the Nameless One was, what use was it? He could rewind time infinitely.
If it didn't work once, he would try ten times. If ten times didn't work, he would try a hundred times.
Eventually, he would find a way to defeat the Nameless One.
Orikan gripped his staff tightly as fighting spirit reignited within him.
"All forces, stop the Nameless One at all costs."
When Orikan issued the order, some of the undead soldiers besieging the fortress turned around and launched an attack on the Nameless One.
Green beams from Gauss weapons intertwined in the air, forming an impenetrable net of death.
Various undead constructs and flyers also concentrated their firepower on the Nameless One's location, determined to completely annihilate him.
"Nameless One, I don't think you can withstand this much terrifying firepower."
Orikan was brimming with confidence as he led his massive army.
Even a god would be killed without hesitation, let alone an unknown human.
Seeing the swarming cosmic undead, Datch took out a Poke Ball from his game inventory, threw it into the air, and summoned Zarhulash.
Zarhulash raised both hands as two dazzling energy beams condensed in his metallic palms.
The beams swept across a wide area, causing explosions wherever they passed. Undead soldiers fell one after another.
Those living-metal constructs were disassembled, vaporized, and completely destroyed by the beams.
The Gauss weapons in the hands of the cosmic Necrons could not even scratch his body.
Seeing this, Orikan's pupils dilated sharply.
The Nameless One can even enslave a C'Tan. What a cunning person!
After seeing the surrounding cosmic undead wiped out, Datch took out a Magic Ray Gun from his game inventory.
This gun could turn monsters into ordinary creatures and ordinary creatures into monsters.
Datch set the Magic Ray Gun to maximum output and pulled the trigger.
A dazzling beam shot from the muzzle and enveloped the many charging undead soldiers.
Where the light touched, a miracle occurred.
The metallic bodies of those undead soldiers began to change.
The shining silver metal faded away and was replaced by flesh and skin. The light of souls reappeared in their empty eye sockets.
Memories sealed for 60 million years surged forward like a tsunami.
They were made to understand who they had been, how they had lived, and what they had lost.
After the light faded, a group of living people terrified of death appeared on the battlefield.
They stood there in a daze, feeling living flesh and with expressions of disbelief on their faces. 60 million years. A truly long time, like a dream.
They had been trapped inside cold metal shells, stripped of their souls, freedom, and everything else.
They had become slaves to the nobility, cold war machines, and soulless puppets.
Now, they had been freed from their mechanical bodies and regained the freedom, life, and souls they had lost to deception.
"For freedom, settle things with those damn nobles!"
A person terrified of death quickly pieced together his memories and identified the culprit.
"For freedom, settle things with those damn nobles!"
More and more of those who feared death joined in the shouting and quickly turned their guns on the other cosmic undead.
"Overthrow Orikan!"
"Defeat the immortal nobles!"
"We are not slaves!"
The battlefield instantly descended into chaos.
The fundamental logic of those undead soldiers was to destroy the enemy, but that enemy was those who feared death. Their programming did not allow them to attack their own kind.
Orikan stared blankly at everything happening on the battlefield.
No matter how much effort they put in, no matter how much they spent, no matter how many of their kin they sacrificed, they could not reverse biological change.
With just one small gun, the Nameless One had accomplished what they had failed to achieve over tens of millions of years.
How had he done it?
Before Orikan could understand the situation, the transformed Deathbringers had already defeated the undead soldiers and were rushing toward his location to eliminate him.
"Cancel the protection agreement and suppress those who fear death."
"Suppress them! Capture them alive if possible!"
"These are all valuable research materials. I want to study how they changed!"
Orikan reacted extremely quickly.
He would never allow those who feared death to pose a threat to him.
Those damn lower-class commoners didn't support the Necron dynasties — they were plotting to overthrow them!
As expected, none of these lower-class people had any loyalty.
It had been absolutely the right decision to enslave them using the domination agreement.
While the Fearless and Space Necrons clashed, Datch put away the Magic Ray Gun and took out the Moon Greatsword.
Using the magic ray gun too much would deduct points.
Datch was reluctant to spend his points. Since chaos had already been created, there was no need to convert so many cosmic undead.
Datch swung the Moon Greatsword and charged left and right.
Wherever the sword light shone, undead soldiers fell one after another.
His left hand was not idle either. The Frost Bomb Gun continued firing, its bullets accurately finishing off enemies.
With the help of many Deathbringers and Zarhulash, Datch broke through the undead encirclement and charged into the besieged fortress.
The human forces trapped inside the dilapidated fortress let out ear-splitting cheers upon seeing the Nameless One arrive.
The Nameless One would surely lead them to a turnaround victory.
…
"Damn it, he really went in."
Orikan was very disappointed with this outcome.
But what happened next not only disappointed the astrologer but drove him to despair.
After rushing into the fortress, Datch immediately took out the golden hammer from his pocket.
With a clang,
A damaged cannon was instantly restored to its original state.
Clang — another sound.
A damaged Leman Russ tank was unharmed.
Clang… Clang… Clang…
Amid the continuous knocking sounds, the power plant was restored and the void shields lit up again.
Wounded soldiers recovered, their faces regained color, and they picked up their weapons once more.
In just a few minutes, the dilapidated fortress on the verge of collapse had transformed into an impregnable stronghold.
The atmosphere of despair disappeared. Instead, a strong desire to turn the tide was clearly visible on everyone's faces.
They could never have defeated the cosmic undead on their own.
But in this world, power and connections mattered.
What stood behind humanity was the Nameless One. What stood behind the cosmic dead was what?
Realizing that the battle situation had reversed, Orikan lost all his previous arrogance and flew into a rage.
However, restoring manpower and morale was only the beginning.
Datch took out the Infinity Gauntlet and used the power of the Space Stone.
He opened a spatial portal above the undead soldiers' heads.
On the other side of the portal was a black hole that swallowed everything.
A terrifying suction force erupted from the portal.
Tens of thousands of undead soldiers disappeared like dust being sucked into a vacuum cleaner.
They were all pulled into the portal and disappeared toward the black hole's event horizon.
Necrons had a recycling procedure. Destroyed Necron soldiers would be teleported to the forges, reforged, and sent back to the battlefield.
The problem was that even the recycling protocol had its limits. It could not withstand the black hole's gravity and force a teleport.
In other words, soldiers who fell into the black hole could never be revived.
The spatial portal moved back and forth through the air, and soon the battlefield turned into an empty space.
Seeing this scene, Orikan's core processor immediately went into overload and began smoking.
The cosmic undead who had fought alongside him had been elite forces selected from various dynasties, yet they had disappeared in an instant?
"How is this possible??" Orikan's tone was filled with shock.
Cosmic Necrons also had the ability to create black holes, but they could not manipulate them as freely as humans.
This was no longer in the realm of technology — it was a power that only gods possessed.
The Nameless One using cheat codes was undoubtedly cheating.
Humans could never do something like this.
"These guys can't enjoy the game."
Orikan collapsed. What should have been a devastating defeat for humanity had, with the Nameless One's appearance, now turned into a devastating defeat for him instead.
With most of the cosmic undead on the battlefield wiped out, the human forces hiding in the fortress seized the opportunity to counterattack.
Realizing the situation was hopeless, Orikan prepared to escape via teleportation.
However, Datch, who had broken through the Necron defensive line and was trying to capture Orikan alive, had come fully prepared.
He directly blocked the spatial fabric of the entire area, preventing any teleportation movement.
Orikan was completely stunned.
The ability to escape via teleportation had been his trump card when fighting the Nameless One.
If he couldn't escape via teleportation, the situation would become extremely dire.
"I must stop the Nameless One."
Orikan ordered his soldiers to stop the Nameless One, but they were defeated in an instant.
"Orikan, you still have the option to surrender."
Datch cut down the undead blocking his path with his sword and extended an olive branch to the now solitary Orikan as a sign of reconciliation.
The idea of this man taking the lead in capturing Trazyn the Infinite was truly dramatic.
"Dream on, Nameless One. Do you really think you can win?"
Orikan looked at Datch without fear.
He was Orikan the Diviner, a master of time manipulation. There was no way he would lose to a human.
"Today, I'll show a primitive creature like you the power of time."
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