The Krork Were Insanely Powerful
Fabius remained silent for three seconds.
Then he said a sentence:
"The technology the Necrons before was truly amazing."
Trazyn smiled.
In that laughter, there was smugness, pride, and a hint of—
expect.
"Now," he said, "It's time to move on to the next step."
Fabius walked toward the experimental table.
On the stage, the living brain was still beating.
The frequency of the beating was faster than before.
The blue light was brighter than before.
It seemed to sense the impending battle and was trembling with excitement.
Fabius reached out and gently stroked the pulsating organ.
"Good."
He said softly:
"I'll put you on the field right away."
He turned around and walked towards the golden figure Stasis Field.
Roge Dorn.
The Seventh Primarch.
Master of the Imperial Fists.
He remained standing there, still staring at Fabius, his eyes still burning with rage.
Fabius met that gaze and shivered.
But he quickly regained his composure.
Don't glare at me.
He said:
"If you have to blame someone, blame your brother for being too strong."
He picked up the living brain and walked toward Dorn.
The Stasis Field was lifted for a moment.
In that instant, Fabius implanted a living brain into Dorn's head.
The instant the brain touched Dorn's scalp, countless tiny tentacles instantly extended, burrowed into his skull, and connected to his nerves.
Dorn's body trembled violently.
His eyes instantly turned blood red.
A low growl escaped his lips:
"Ho--Ru--S--!"
Fabius was so startled that he took a few steps back.
But the Stasis Field has once again enveloped Dorn.
His body was frozen in time once again.
But the light in his eyes had completely changed.
It's no longer anger.
It's no longer hatred.
Instead--
crazy.
Pure, irrational madness unique to the Blood Angels.
Fabius wiped away his cold sweat:
It's done.
Next up are the Krork.
That enormous, twelve-meter-tall figure remained standing in another Stasis Field.
Its eyes were still blood red.
Its muscles remained taut.
A low growl still emanated from its throat:
"Waaaaaagh..."
Fabius walked up to it and looked up at the enormous thing.
It has been 65 million years.
This guy was sealed away for 65 million years.
There has been no fighting for 65 million years, no killing for 65 million years, and no...
It felt great.
Fabius could imagine how crazy it would be once it was released.
"I hope you won't be the first one to rush at me."
He murmured.
Then, he pressed the release button.
The instant the Stasis Field dissipates --
The entire four-dimensional space was trembling.
The Krork looked up to the sky and let out a deafening roar:
"Waaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaagh--!!!"
The sound was so powerful that it knocked Fabius to the ground.
The force was so great that it shattered all the surrounding experimental equipment.
The intensity of that killing intent was so strong that even the Necron Warriors several dimensions away felt a chill run down their spines.
The Krork lowered his head and looked at Fabius was lying on the ground.
Fabius's heart rate instantly soared to its limit.
He thought that enormous foot would stomp down at any moment.
But the Krork did not.
It glanced at him, then turned its head and looked into the endless void.
Look in that direction--
That's the direction of Macragge.
There, the strongest enemy resides.
There, lies what it yearns for--
war.
"Waaaaaagh!"
It roared again, then strode off into the depths of the void.
Fabius lay on the ground, panting heavily.
Trazyn came over, reached out his hand—if the tentacle could be called a hand—and pulled him up.
Are you alright?
Fabius nodded, his voice still trembling slightly:
"It's... it's alright."
He watched the Krork's retreating figure, still feeling a lingering fear.
"This guy... is terrifying."
Trazyn smiled:
"It will be even more terrifying when it sees Guilliman."
Everything is ready.
Trazyn stood in the center of the four-dimensional space, with Dorn and the Krork beside him.
Above Dorn's head, the living brain was throbbing.
His eyes burned with a frenzied killing intent.
He kept muttering:
"Horus... Horus... Horus..."
The Krork's eyes also burned with a frenzied killing intent.
But it doesn't speak.
It just stared into the distance, its body trembling slightly with excitement.
It has been 65 million years.
finally--
Finally, we can fight.
Trazyn looked at the two "works" and nodded in satisfaction.
Then, he activated the teleportation device.
A ghostly green light instantly enveloped Dorn and the Krork.
Go ahead.
He said softly:
"Go and give that new Master of Mankind a little Necrons shock."
A flash of light.
The two figures vanished.
The next second--
The sky over Macragge was torn apart.
Guilliman is reviewing government documents.
The parchment piled up like a small mountain, and his pen flew across the paper, leaving behind annotations.
Those were all matters that required his personal attention in the Five Hundred Worlds of Ultramar —taxes, personnel, military deployments, civil disputes—
"Grown ups!"
A Ultramarines rushed in, his face filled with panic:
"Enemy attack!"
Guilliman's pen stopped.
He looked up:
"What?"
The soldier was panting heavily.
"Two things fell from the sky!"
No sooner had the words left his mouth than a deafening roar echoed from afar.
Boom--!!!
The entire throne room was trembling.
Guilliman suddenly stood up, took a step forward, smashed through the window, and flew into the sky.
What did he see?
He saw a twelve-meter-tall green monster wreaking havoc in the city of Macragge.
With a single step, a building collapsed.
With a single punch, a transport ship exploded in mid-air.
It roared to the sky, and the sound shattered countless pieces of glass.
Those are Krork.
Guilliman had seen Orks before, but never one this big.
That physique, that strength, that frenzied killing intent—
That's Primarch Level combat power.
But what shocked him even more was another figure.
It was a golden figure.
They are at least 3.5 to 4 meters tall.
It still appears enormous compared to the twelve-meter-tall Krork.
As strong as the Krork.
even--
Stronger than the Krork.