A group of metal skeletons draped in dried, shredded flesh slid out from the side of reality, abruptly appearing beside Trazyn.
The dried scraps of flesh came from all kinds of species—humans, Aeldari, Tyranids. These Necron Flayed Ones did not care where the flesh came from; they only cared whether it was fresh.
That none-too-fresh flesh gave off an overpowering stench of rot. Tendons and bone fragments spilled out amid the Flayed Ones' bizarre, frame-skipping movements, while several rotten green intestines squeezed through gaps in their outer skeletons.
Seeing the Flayed Ones so close, Trazyn cried out, but his hands did not stop moving. The Empathic Obliterator had no ranged capability, so Trazyn barely dodged a Flayed One's claw strike before swinging his staff backhandedly and severing its waist.
The Lychguard also phased back to Trazyn's side. The blades in their hands were aimed not only at the Flayed Ones emerging from the side of reality, but warily at the Immortals as well.
Victims' voices came from the throats of these Flayed Ones, speaking in incoherent fragments like the desperate wails of countless dead souls.
Realizing the situation was bad, Lin Fan and Yvraine immediately leaped down from the pyramid's summit. The Aeldari warriors maneuvered through the air with elegant movements, phasing from time to time to evade the Gauss beams fired by the Necron Warriors.
Lin Fan's movements were even more ferocious. He smashed into the ground like a cannonball. His great hammer aimed at the Necron Warriors, blazing bolts of light shot into their living metal bodies one after another.
Seeing reinforcements arrive, Trazyn ordered the Lychguard to open a path for him. The Lychguard faithfully carried out Trazyn's command. Their heavy shields and phase swords drove back the charging Flayed Ones time and again, while they emotionlessly