Move, gather together.
The power of death flowed through the wreckage of the World Engine, like invisible threads binding the broken fragments together. More and more debris drifted back, and the colossal shattered construct slowly began to recover.
The broken souls of the Necrons scattered across the battlefield had not yet fully dissipated. Drawn by that unseen divine power, they converged upon the reassembling World Engine. A vast, chaotic pulse of souls gradually took shape, and a hazy consciousness began to form.
It was that gigantic Corpse Tomb Demon!
The instant it took shape, a faint pulse of its soul passed through the dimensions of spacetime and connected with the Psionic Realm. In the next moment, endless Death Psionic Energy surged back like a tide, and the entire star region became a Sea of Death.
Only souls could touch the Psionic Realm. The Corpse Tomb Demon was a single entity; no matter what form it took, its essence was a Pan-consciousness Body attached to some construct.
Like the gigantic Corpse Tomb Demon before him. Lin Zhichen was surprised to realize that perhaps because this time they had used an entire construct to create it, the monster depended on the colossal World Engine to exist.
Its appearance alone meant nothing. No matter how strange the undead looked, they were all the same in essence. What mattered was that this gigantic undead construct possessed not only all the original functions of a Corpse Tomb Demon, but also the World Engine's own abilities!
"Unified Field Force!" Lin Zhichen murmured. At his command, the undead World Engine immediately activated, spreading a field tinged with a faint aura of death across a distance of more than ten light-minutes.
An invisible force rippled outward. The wreckage of warships and other debris, which had been drifting toward