Saint George Slays the Dragon
In the desolate and empty underground tomb, a tall figure was looking at the data stream in front of him with a furrowed brow.
While describing Orikan's current state as "frowning" might seem like a cruel joke, given that he has no eyebrows at all and only one eye, which is a large, green light bulb, it's quite ridiculous.
But the Necron, representing the pinnacle of physics and technology, is truly something else. Even without a physical body, the Living Metal perfectly expresses the "mood" of this high-ranking Necrons.
Orikan the Astrologer, a renowned Necron, and the beloved rival of the Trazyn the Infinite.
Despite his various titles, he was neither the Necron Overlord nor an invincible the Emperor, but in an era when Necron were still Necron, Orikan still enjoyed a great reputation among the entire race.
Even Silent King Szarekh, when faced with difficult choices, would summon Orikan to consult this wise man.
After all, Trazyn will randomly spawn wherever there is Orikan, making it a true buy-one-get-one-free deal—two great sages serving me alone!
I, Szarekh, am absolutely thrilled!
The Necron have low Psychic Power, possibly even less than the Dog-men frolicking on the Serenity Grassland, but their powerful technology, comparable to magic, compensates for this.
The ability to distort time and space is not limited to Chaos God; astrologers also possess this power.
A powerful high-ranking Necrons like Orikan possesses a Biotransference technology and Logic Core that far surpasses that of ordinary Necrons minions. Ancient memories flow within him, and he can even simulate emotions and thoughts identical to those he had in life.
But it is precisely because of this that astrologers feel increasingly pained and powerless.
"Szarekh is an amateur, he's a complete idiot!"
The cold, electronic voice echoed in the tomb, reminding Orikan of the day he decided the Necron.
The wicked the Deceiver deceived all those Necron with his Biotransference technology. Despite repeated attempts to persuade him, that fool Szarekh simply wouldn't listen!
Orikan never denied Szarekh's abilities. As the last Silent King, when Szarekh took over the empire, it wouldn't be an exaggeration to say that the empire was on the verge of extinction. He could be considered a model of a wise ruler who saved the country and its people.
However, Szarekh, this so-called wise ruler, can only turn the tide in the most critical moments. Once the situation eases, he becomes a dangerous ticking time bomb, with nothing but naivety and stupidity in his eyes.
Basically, even a stray dog on the street could fool Szarekh. If you say it's a pile of dog poop, Szarekh won't listen. But if the conman says it's chocolate, he'll insist on tasting it to see if it's salty or not.
Moreover, given the space slavery society structure of the Necron, you can't refute the Silent King; saying even one more word would be considered disrespectful.
"Throat·-"
If Orikan were still alive, he would have died of high blood pressure by now. Fortunately, he has no flesh on his body, thus avoiding becoming the first skeleton among the Necron to die of anger.
In an attempt to reverse the future, Orikan, the great prophet, gradually became distorted and began to frantically interfere with the Timeline, trying to reverse the tragic fate of the Necron being transformed into Necron.
No matter what he does, he will inevitably crash into something unpredictable and die.
Either they prematurely alerted the Nightbringer on the star next to the homeworld of the Necron, causing the Necron could have lived to 40, to die faster, or...
They don't even live as long as the trans women.
Either the War in Heaven has started prematurely, with the two powerful Old Ones C'tan taking turns serving the Necron Clan, and it hasn't even been the turn of the C'tan to be betrayed yet.
They were all already dead.
Even worse, the War in Heaven didn't end. It dragged on for a full 60 million years, until the Physical World and the Empyrean were reduced to a pile of mud, all waiting to be resurrected and continue the endless war.
Countless reversals have made the astrologer realize reality, or rather, have taught this 65 million-year-old comrade to give up, transforming him from a rebellious young man who recklessly altered the Timeline into the Goldfish Uncle now maintains the Timeline.
Just as the astrologer was about to continue slacking off, he suddenly discovered that Trazyn, who was always causing trouble for him, was gone.
If someone has been undermining and opposing you for countless years, they're either your lover or gay. Without Trazyn dragging him down, Orikan is still a little unaccustomed to it.
Therefore, the astrologer began searching for Trazyn's whereabouts, and then he discovered a weak race called humans.
At that time, humans had not yet escaped Terra and were still in a relatively ignorant era. When the astrologers discovered that Trazyn was disguised as a small, skinny monkey and mingling in the human world, they did not pay much attention.
After all, humans are quite similar in appearance to the Necron. Orikan thought Trazyn was having another episode, but he soon discovered that was not the case at all, because he discovered the Necrons's greatest enemy, the C'tan —Margh Ross.
This discovery sent a shockwave through Orikan, but then he realized it wasn't the complete Void Dragon, but just a larger fragment that had somehow ended up on Terra and was conducting secret experiments there.
Orikan couldn't understand why the Void Dragon would actually become a fat, enormous silver dragon and rule the mountains in this backward world.
They couldn't understand what was so special about these skinny little monkeys that the Void Dragon cared about, and why they were imparting knowledge to them.
They even imitated the mythical characters in old-fashioned street literature by those Necron, commanding humans to pledge allegiance to them, and even summoning clouds and rain when they were in a good mood.
This extraordinary sight reminded Orikan of the Necron of yesteryear, except that they first discovered the Nightbringer.
To get this space-ash-like monster out of the star, the Necron used Living Metal to create a body, luring the star-licking monster inside.
To prevent the Nightbringer from eating them, the Necron spent a great deal of time and manpower to convince the Nightbringer that they were better suited to be underlings than snacks.
Why did you change your ways after coming to this backward world? Shouldn't you be eating snacks like crazy? So you bunch of bastards are just targeting us Necron amusement!
Orikan admitted he was a little jealous, an emotion that shouldn't exist in Necron, yet it resonated vividly within his logical framework.
But just as the astrologer was observing silently from behind the scenes, an ordinary human suddenly burst out, shouting about friendship, bonds, courage, and the like.
Even without sweat glands, Orikan still unconsciously wiped his forehead whenever he recalled that unbelievable scene.
"A primitive native, who has never yet gazed at the stars, rides a four-legged mount and wields a weapon without any technological enhancements..."
"A gun that can neither fire Gauss rays nor tear through space, a gun with a metal muzzle and a wooden shaft, yet it nearly killed a fragment of Void Dragon?"
"Does this make sense? Physics no longer exists!"
"Damn it, Void Dragon, get up! Use your invincible Dimensional Lightning to blast this caveman to death with one slap!"
It's no wonder Orikan was so distraught, even to the point of lying on the ground cheering for their racial enemy; it was simply too illogical, to the point that it nearly destroyed the Logic Core.
Back then, in order to seal the C'tan, the Necron mobilized the entire power of their race. They only struck when the C'tan was in poor condition, already exhausted from fighting the Old Ones, and had become mentally unstable due to indiscriminately devouring his own kind. Only then did they manage to shatter the god.
Even though what we see now is just a fragment of Void Dragon, it's still Void Dragon!
It's Margo Ross, the one who survived to the end in the C'tan PUBG tournament, known as all-knowing and all-powerful, and one of the four giants of C'tan!
Come back, Ross!
My proudest belief!
The Star God Power is vividly before my eyes!
Tears are inexplicably streaming down my face!
I vaguely remember the Void Dragon!
And there's also awesome Dimensional Lightning!
Get rid of all the Orks on the bean sprouts!
Astrologers might be crazy, but it's unlikely they'd actually be.
No matter how crazy he went, the primitive man in tattered armor and wielding a spear actually managed to beat the powerful Void Dragon half to death.
Then, incredibly, it flew up! It even flew all the way to Mars!
When Aurikai saw the four-legged mount treading on the void, carrying the primitive man and the Void Dragon on the spear tip across the starry sky, flying directly to Mars, he smiled with relief.
"@&#" is a vulgar expression Necron.
Logically speaking, in that ancient era, there were many peerless powerhouses in the galaxy who could single-handedly destroy an entire planet.
Even if they were shocked, astrologers wouldn't pay much attention, simply considering it the birth of yet another strange race.
The problem is that ever since that primitive man appeared, the Timeline has become confusing, and something is blurring the lines between the future and the past.
In their quest to uncover the truth, astrologers began to pay close attention to this race known as humanity.
It must be said that, having observed humanity for tens of thousands of years, astrologers believe that humans are remarkably similar to those Necron —equally mad.
They share the same lack of reverence.
While observing, he never forgot the sudden change and carefully searched for the root cause of the Timeline disturbance.
This situation reached its peak after that primitive man called himself Emperor and created a monstrous entity called the Primarch.
Looking at the Timeline before him, now completely chaotic and suddenly plunged into darkness three seconds ago, the astrologer felt it was time for him to step in and see what was going on.
"For the future of those Necron, I have come!"
Meanwhile, Mordred, who had entered the dream world, looked at everything before her with a troubled expression, and incidentally pulled Horus, who had almost drowned, out of the water:
"You bastard, how dare you drink seawater behind my back? Tell me, where the hell is this?"
As the view gradually widens, a large number of fishermen are working on the beach, and at the far end of the view is an ancient human city-state under construction.
Rome!