No One Left Standing!

Ten seconds later, there wasn't a single Necrons standing around.

Deep within the battlefield, the Necrons's heavy units finally came into play.

The Destroyers, the Necrons's most terrifying war machine.

Their bodies are three times larger than ordinary Necrons, their weapons are strong enough to tear through the armor of Titans, and their eyes burn with the purest hatred for life.

They are the most insane beings among the Necrons, channeling all their emotions into hatred for the living.

One hundred Destroyers, arranged in an assault formation, advanced towards the area where the Ultramarines were most concentrated.

Their footsteps were heavy as thunder, and their weapons spewed out the light of death.

Titus saw them.

A slight smile played on his lips; finally, something interesting was about to happen.

"I'll do it," he said to the soldiers around him.

Then he rushed out.

A Destroyers raised its weapon and aimed at him.

Before it could even fire, Titus was already in front of it.

The Power Sword swept across, severing the Destroyers's weapon along with its arm.

The Destroyers reached out his other hand to grab him, but Titus dodged to the side, his sword flashing upwards, severing that hand as well.

The Destroyers opened its mouth, as if trying to send some kind of signal.

Titus's sword had already pierced its mouth and emerged from the back of its head.

The first Destroyers fell.

It took four seconds.

The remaining ninety-nine opened fire simultaneously.

Titus's figure weaved through the barrage of bullets, the energy beams only ever striking the afterimages he left behind.

He rushed up to the second Destroyers, kicked its kneecap to pieces, and as it fell, he swiftly severed its head.

The third method is to cut in from behind and pierce its core with a single sword strike.

The fourth one leaped onto its shoulders, gripped the sword with both hands, and thrust it downwards into its head.

The fifth and sixth rushed at the same time, and he swept his sword across them, severing them both in one fell swoop.

Ninety-nine Destroyers, in seven minutes.

When the last one fell, Titus didn't even have a scratch on his body.

He flicked the liquid residue from the Living Metal off his sword and said softly, "Next."

At the heart of Solemnace, an emergency meeting of the overlords is underway.

The seven Necron Overlord sat silently around the holographic projection, watching the unit signals gradually extinguish.

"We can't stop them." One of the overlords spoke, his voice calm, yet trembling almost imperceptibly. "Every Ultramarines possesses Primarch- level combat power. We have two million warriors, but their combat power is equivalent to..."

He didn't continue.

Everyone is calculating.

Two million versus two billion.

That was no longer war, it was massacre.

"The Silent King won't come to our rescue," another overlord said. "He's negotiating with the humans. He won't jeopardize the entire strategy for our sake."

"So we're just going to wait to die?" the third overlord's voice shrilly.

No one answered.

On the holographic projection, the blue signal is advancing towards the core area.

The eerie green signals are going out in large swaths.

The speed increased faster and faster, like a sickle harvesting wheat.

"I have a suggestion," the fourth overlord began. "Trazyn's collection contains many..." He paused, "Living exhibits. Krork. Eldar. Primarch clones of humans. Even a sealed C'tan Shard. Release them all."

The other overlords looked at him. "Are you crazy? Those things are out of control."

"No need for control," the overlord's voice was icy. "We just need them to buy us time to activate that."

Everyone fell silent.

They know what "that" is.

Deep within Solemnace lies something sealed away.

A single object, collected by Trazyn over sixty million years, is powerful enough to destroy a planet.

"It will take time to start," one of the overlords said. "Thirty minutes."

"Then let those exhibits buy us thirty minutes."

The speed at Ultramarines advanced far exceeded everyone's expectations.

Just fifteen minutes into the battle, they had advanced into the middle zone of Solemnace.

The two million- Necrons army has already suffered more than half its losses.

The losses of those blue figures were zero.

It's not that there are almost none, it's that there's absolutely zero.

Not a single Ultramarines fell.

They were so fast that the Necrons's weapons couldn't even touch them.

Even if a stray bullet hits, the damage will heal instantly thanks to the Smart Atoms ' repair capabilities.

Titus stood on a high ground, gazing at the Necrons defenses in the distance.

There are still about half a million Necrons there, but they no longer dare to attack.

They stood there, weapons in hand, staring at the blue figures, motionless.

They are afraid.

The Necrons, the emotionless Necrons, are now gripped by fear.

"Sir," a communications soldier's voice rang out, "New enemy spotted on the flank."

Titus turned his head.

From the flank, a group of enormous figures were approaching.

Those were Krork, twelve-meter-tall monsters, the most terrifying biological weapons in the War in Heaven.

Trazyn had collected six, and now he released them all.

Their eyes burned with a frenzied killing intent, and their mouths roared with earth-shattering fury, "Waaagh!"

Titus looked at them, his brow furrowing slightly.

It's not because these monsters are particularly strong.

Rather, it's because they would delay things.

"Second Company, Third Company, take them out."

Two companies, two thousand Ultramarines, charged towards the Krork.

An Krork swung his fist at the Ultramarines charging at the front; the force of that punch was enough to shatter a mountain.

The Ultramarines didn't dodge; he reached out and caught the punch.

A twelve-meter-tall Krork had its fist caught by a human over two meters tall with one hand.

The Krork was stunned. It looked down at the small blue figure, its eyes filled with confusion.

Then, the Ultramarines clenched his fist tightly.

The Krork's fist shattered in his palm.

Fragments of bone, muscle tissue, and thick skin were all kneaded into a ball.

The Krork let out a scream, but the scream quickly stopped.

Because the Ultramarines had already leaped in front of it and smashed its skull with a single punch.

Six Krork and two thousand Ultramarines took four minutes.

In its final moments as it fell, a lingering sense of bewilderment remained in its eyes.

What exactly are these blue things?

Another batch of exhibits was released from the flank.

This time, it's a clone of the Primarch.

Three of Fulgrim's.

Lorgar's, two.

There's also one from Angron.

The precious exhibits that Trazyn had painstakingly collected were now all being used as cannon fodder on the battlefield.

The clones' eyes burned with a frenzied killing intent. Their bodies had been twisted by Chaos energy, and their souls had long since ceased to exist, leaving only the instinct to fight.

Titus looked at them, a complex emotion flashing in his eyes.

Those who were once his father's brothers, those who were once humanity's greatest warriors, now stood opposite him in this form.

In an instant, that complexity vanished.