Even the Death Guard fighting on the battlefield were affected. Their reaction speed and ability to recover plummeted, and their casualties immediately began to mount.
Mortarion frowned as he sensed the effects of the Spirit Expulsion Death Zone. His Chaos sorcery had been greatly weakened. The Primarch loathed Psionics, so he simply abandoned spellcasting and swung the blade in his hand, charging toward the False Emperor's apostle he sensed. That disgusting divine power, even from far away, was enough to
make him remember his humiliating past.
Faced with the fallen Primarch's charge, not even a Necron Overlord could stop him. Mortarion fought his way forward, with the Death Shroud of his bodyguard following behind him. Almost all of them had been killed. The few survivors, riddled with gaping holes, staggered toward the core of the World Engine.
The Necrons' Gauss Weapons were still deadly. When a Death Guard was hit, his Power Armor was as fragile as paper. A single shot could tear his entire body apart at the molecular level, reducing him to a cloud of bloody dust.
Yet those terrifying Gauss beams couldn't even hit the fallen Primarch's shadow. Mortarion could cross several kilometers in a single flash, leaving afterimages flickering along his path. The Reaper's scythe, unstoppable as it was, destroyed every Necron warrior in his way.
A Necron Overlord, whose strength rivaled that of a peak Mechanical Marshal, stepped forward. The Phase Trident in his hands glowed a ghostly green. In a single instant, he struck thirteen times, covering all the space within dozens of yards.
Such terrifying combat skill could wipe out a thousand enemies in the surrounding area in a single moment. This was mechanical martial arts. Equipped with advanced sensors and quantum cogitators, and wielding super-tech weaponry, Necron Overlords could match combat-focused Legendary