"Where are you going?"
Seeing Eisenhorn suddenly get up and leave, Chuck rose to call after the old man.
Eisenhorn turned around. "I'm going to find this world's Governor. I'm going to tell him to mobilize everyone for war, to hold this world—this star system—until reinforcements arrive."
"Those three skeletons should have been blown to pieces," Chuck said. "After we left, the security Iron Man self-destructed. A killing machine like that could blow an entire city apart when it went up!"
"No, no..." Eisenhorn wanted to tell Chuck that he had fought those skeletons before. The three of them were no ordinary warriors, and even ordinary warriors had reanimation protocols.
But Eisenhorn truly did not want to argue with Chuck over whether the Necrons had died, so he changed his approach. "Those three skeletons may be dead, but so what?"
"So what?" Chuck raised a brow. "Those three bastards infiltrated the place. They died, so it's over. Chuck and Eisenhorn went on an anti-Necron infiltration adventure together. It's that simple. If you don't think it's over, retire and become a writer. You can call it The Adventures of Chuckhorn."
"You..." Eisenhorn felt exhausted.
Chuck's knowledge of the Necrons was limited to books. He did not know what capabilities they possessed that had yet to be recorded.
But Eisenhorn did.
It was an information gap.
In the past, Eisenhorn would have put on a sour face and ordered Chuck, that bastard, to either get lost or obey him. But now...
"This isn't that simple. The Warmaster is fighting a Pharaoh named Imotekh."
Eisenhorn briefly laid out what he knew.
"This Pharaoh is exceptionally skilled at strategy. Under his command is a general named Zahedk, yet there have been no reports of Zahedk being sighted in any frontline war zone. That means