The bombardment from the Necron warships continued, shot after shot.
The ark spun continuously, scattering large amounts of debris amidst the roaring.
However, as the bombardment continued, the Necrons gradually noticed something was wrong.
Unsure if it was an illusion, they felt that orac...
Seemed abnormally tough!
The Necrons increased their scanning in confusion. Inside the ark, the surviving crew members watched the screen, their wide eyes filled with nothing but infinite shock.
Because the despair that had permeated the entire ark now transformed into a 'climax'-like agitation; all the lights inside the warship brightened to the extreme, even bursting one after another.
Then, right before the survivors' eyes, the ark, which had long since run out of energy, began to self-repair once more!
Broken bulbs grew back automatically, and damaged corridors 'healed' themselves.
Then, a large number of structures automatically transformed and fused into a small factory, from which numerous servo-skulls continuously flew out to various parts of the ark to assist in welding the hull.
Even those weapon platforms that had been silent for who knows how long were actually raising their barrels again amidst continuous transformation.
Then, while the Necrons were still wondering if their own warships' firepower supply had weakened, a cannon shot actually roared forth from the ark once again!
It was just an extremely ordinary Imperial cannon, not even a Macro Cannon.
Yet a nearby raider was actually blasted into fragments by this single shot right in front of the Necrons.
Looking at the hull pieces splashing under the intense green flames, not only was the Necron captain who witnessed this scene dazed.
Even the Necrons rolling into the cold void from the destroyed raider were equally dazed.
Wait...
Wasn't I just sitting on the bridge a moment ago?
The sudden counterattack left the Necrons stunned, and the Imperial side and Chaos forces, who followed Sith's attention, were also equally stunned.
Lion El'Jonson had now boarded an Astartes battle barge billowing with thick smoke.
Facing the Servitors and Tech-Priests running back and forth to repair the ship, his gaze was fixed solely on the ark.
Then he looked at Van Roth beside him with some concern:
"It looks like there are still quite a few rebels inside this ark; the cannons can actually still counterattack."
"Should we send some people into the ark to support Sith?"
Lion El'Jonson's thought was perfectly normal; after all, who could have imagined that the Ark of Omen would now belong to 'Sith'?
Only Van Roth and the others looked at each other, finally turning to Sith's exclusive Adeptus Mechanicus, Ana.
Ana simply calculated the power of that shot and knew that orac had now joined the Imperial side...
Oh wait, the Sith Faction!
No one answered Lion El'Jonson, and they truly didn't know how to respond.
After all, even if it were as Lion El'Jonson thought, in a battle where Lord Sith needed support, even if they all threw themselves in, it probably wouldn't help much.
So Lion El'Jonson looked around and could only refocus his attention on the ark in the distance, which was surrounded by the Necron Fleet.
In contrast to the Empire's simple confusion, beneath the surface of Longlin Star, Abaddon stared blankly at the screen where orac had smashed a Necron raider with one shot. After a long pause, he couldn't help but look at Vashtorr:
"Does orac's secondary battery have this much power?"
"How come we didn't know this before?"
Abaddon was confused, while Vashtorr looked at the screen, thinking of Sith who had just entered, and suddenly had a bad premonition in his heart.
Both sides had their own thoughts until more action appeared on the screen, and they hurriedly looked back.
The scene they then saw was orac, which had been spinning for who knows how long, finally stopping its powerless rotation. At the same time, its engines, which had been dead far longer than its cannons, actually emitted a faint blue light once again.
Abaddon could no longer restrain himself and looked at Vashtorr reproachfully:
"Didn't you say orac was finished? Aren't the engines perfectly fine?"
This time, answering Abaddon was Vashtorr's furiously raised Hammer Scepter.
With a crisp echo on the bald forehead, Vashtorr's eyes stared intently at the screen, unwilling to look away for even a second.
Because as it regained its mobility, the hundredfold-enhanced orac urgently needed a large amount of space hulks and debris to repair its severe damage.
Under everyone's gaze, orac soon braved the Necrons' even more frantic bombardment and began, like a hungry whale, to devour the endless wreckage of Imperial, Necron, and Chaos warships around it.
Right before their eyes, orac actually used a massive wound blasted open by the Necrons to swallow half of a broken lunar class ship whole.
Then, after only a few minutes, the lunar class Light Lances, which had also been dead for a long time, were actually powered up again and fired at the nearby Necron warships with extreme intensity.
This time, even the Imperial side realized something was wrong.
"Are there still people in the Light Lance turrets?"
The Empire rejects intelligence; only a few high-ranking members of the Adeptus Mechanicus use it sparingly and critically in secret.
So despite being in the space age, these massive warship turrets really couldn't fire without human assistance.
Seeing that this broken lunar class could still fire, everyone's first thought was that there were still living people in the turrets.
While they were right that there were survivors inside the turrets, these survivors weren't busy serving the God-Emperor. Instead, they were watching the Light Lances frantically transform, with giant gears turning as they automatically reloaded, charged, and aimed. The group fled the turrets in terror.
Fearing that if they ran too slowly, they would be crushed into pulp by the transforming machinery.
Then, something even more terrifying happened—terrifying even to the Necrons.
orac began to devour the wreckage of the nearby Necron warships!
At first, it was nothing, but as the Imperial Light Lances gradually transformed and the charging indicators changed from white to green, no one wanted to believe their inner suspicions.
Until that 'Gauss Light Lance' blast shot back at a Necron warship, and they watched a 'reaper ship' that could serve as a mainstay roar as it deflected and disintegrated. This time, even Vashtorr underground could no longer sit still.
"Absorbing space hulk technology?"
"Does the Ark of Omen I designed have this capability?!"
Vashtorr couldn't figure it out, and the Necrons on the other side, dazed by orac's Gauss-enhanced Light Lances, were even more bewildered.
Seeing how effective the Gauss Light Lance were, orac immediately applied this technology to all the absorbed Light Lance turrets.
At the same time, it pushed its engines to devour the dense warship wreckage around it even more frantically.
Then, as Sith stood up from the mechanical throne and looked at the now-bright bridge, he suddenly noticed a communication request on the nearby projector.
Sith was about to answer in confusion, but orac responded first. Not only was the communication cut off, but almost all the Gauss Light Lance were aimed at Longlin Star below.
Everyone was stunned by this scene. Vashtorr did a quick calculation and realized the cannons were aimed at him.
Just as he was wondering how orac had found them, Abaddon behind him looked confused:
"Why did orac reject my communication?"
"Also, I told it to attack Sith; why is it aiming its cannons at us?"
Vashtorr: "???"
Turning back to look at Abaddon, Vashtorr's eyes...
Were bright to the extreme!
"You already told him to attack Sith."
"How could he not give us a volley?!"
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