The Omnissiah Descends Upon the World

"Hehe, Dragon Dragon thinks he might be about to die!"

The Dragon of Mars's voice stretched and warped as he sensed the aura of death and destruction,

just as he had when facing that dark-skinned rider on a night-black horse, wielding a Pure Silver spear; just as he had when the Necrons aimed their god-slaying weapons at his back,

but the sound of the revolver turning came faster than fear.

Endless yellow sand blew in from nowhere, carrying the smell of gunpowder as it drifted through this void.

Nobita Emperor's body swayed in the invisible wind, like an old photograph about to fade away amid the grains of sand.

At this moment, he looked utterly ordinary. All his other powers had faded away, leaving only that elementary school student who was good for nothing but war.

Good for nothing, yet peerless with a gun.

One hand pressed down the cowboy hat atop his head, as if temporarily securing the body that had cast away everything except his marksmanship.

His other hand lightly brushed the revolver at his waist. Steel, iron, fingers, leather—the sounds of their collision rang out at the same instant, brief beyond brief.

Then the trigger clicked sharply, and the hammer's strike sounded like a funeral bell.

Before even time could react, he had drawn his gun and fired the bullet formed from the Crone's Sword amid the united roar of gunpowder and steel.

The bullet itself was not powerful. The Crone's Sword was made from the finger bones cut from the Crone Goddess. The Crone Goddess had merely been an Eldar god especially skilled at prophecy and weaving fate; even in the War in Heaven, she had been insignificant, much less capable of harming an existence as powerful as the Dragon of Mars.

Yet the aged Crone