I Stand at the Pinnacle of the Material Universe

Terra's sky cracked.

Not the clouds, not the atmosphere, but the sky itself.

The green light poured down from the cracks, dyeing the entire battlefield a deathly color.

Countless Necron Warriors stopped what they were doing at this moment, and their processors received the same signal at the same time - King, here comes.

That Colossus slowly descended from the clouds.

Its size is larger than any Titans on the battlefield, and it is taller than those pyramids, Obelisk, and spherical giant structures.

Its whole body was shrouded in a dark green light, and the light was like substance, distorting the surrounding air.

Behind it, three pairs of energy wings flap slowly, each flapping causing ripples in the void.

On its head, the top of the inverted pyramid, the dark green stars were slowly rotating, projecting a force field that could cover the entire battlefield.

Necron Warriors on the ground looked up at Colossus, and the same word appeared in their processors at the same time - Wang.

Not data, not instructions, but an almost instinctive reverence that surges from the depths of Necrodermis's body.

They couldn't feel the soul, but at this moment, they seemed to feel something similar to the soul vibrating.

It was as if the light of Colossus could resurface their long-lost memories.

It was as if the existence of Colossus could warm their cold metal bodies again.

It seems that the arrival of Colossus can finally make their 65 million years of waiting meaningful.

"My king!" A Necron Overlord knelt down, and his Necrodermis knees hit the ground, making a dull sound.

"My King!" More Necron Warriors knelt down, and their voices converged into a torrent in the communication channel.

"My king! My king! My king!"

That Colossus did not respond.

It just landed slowly, its pair of green eyes - if they could be called eyes - overlooking the entire battlefield.

Its gaze swept across the crumbling Necrons armies, the raging human Primarch, the burning ruins and the flowing blood.

Lion Al Johnson is riding in the Necrons group.

His Sword of Loyalty was covered with the residual liquid of Living Metal, his Power Armour was covered with battle scars, and his eyes were burning with dark green flames.

He broke through one phalanx and rushed to another.

He pierced one battleship and rushed to the next.

He is like a real lion, killing wantonly on the hunting ground.

A Necron Warriors was cut in half by him, and the fragments scattered in the air.

Another Necron Warriors tried to sneak attack from behind, but was kicked to pieces by him.

The third Necron Warriors raised his weapon, but before he could fire, he was decapitated with a sword.

"Savage!" A Necron Overlord voice sounded in the communication channel. The voice was full of horror, "This human being is simply a savage!"

Lion's ears moved.

His body stopped suddenly, and his dark green eyes stared intently at that Necron Overlord.

A smile appeared on the corner of his mouth, that smile was cold and dangerous.

"Savage?" His voice was very low, so low that only he could hear it.

He rushed out.

The speed was so fast that the Necron Overlord processor had no time to respond.

Lion's body was like a cannonball, crashing straight into the overlord.

His shoulder hit the Overlord's chest, and the force was so great that the Overlord's Necrodermis body instantly dented.

Its breastplate shattered, its power cores overloaded, its processors screaming.

Lion didn't stop. He pushed the overlord and continued to rush forward, crashing through one ruin and then another.

The overlord's body was like paper in front of him, shattering inch by inch and peeling off piece by piece.

Eventually, it turned into a pile of fragments scattered among the ruins.

Lion stood up from the debris and dusted himself off.

His eyes were still burning with dark green flames, and the corners of his mouth still had that cold smile.

He turned around and prepared to rush towards the next group of enemies.

Then, he felt it.

It was a kind of trembling that came from the depths of his soul, a kind of pressure that made his Law of Eternity tremble.

Not Psionic Energy, not Warp, but the oscillation of Material Universe itself.

It's as if something is coming, and the very existence of that thing is rewriting the surrounding physical laws.

Lion raised his head and looked at the sky.

He saw that Colossus.

That green light, those three pairs of energy wings, and the rotating stars on the top of the inverted pyramid.

That Colossus slowly descended from the clouds, its posture was like a god, and its pressure was like a natural disaster.

Lion's breathing stopped for a moment.

His Law of Eternity was running wildly, trying to resist the pressure.

But the pressure was so great that his laws were trembling.

He has never felt such power.

It is not the warm and tolerant eternity of Guilliman, it is not the profound and wise Psionic Energy of Magnus, it is not the holy and blazing light of Sanguinius.

This is the cold, absolute, irresistible law of Material Universe.

It is the power of C'tan, the resentment accumulated over 65 million years, and the madness of a race that breaks out in desperate situations.

Lion's mouth corners rose slightly.

There was surprise, fighting spirit, and a hint of disdain in that smile.

"Very strong," he said softly, "But I am stronger."

He tightened his grip on Sword of Loyalty, and the dark green flames on the sword suddenly surged.

His body leaned forward slightly, like a lion about to pounce on its prey.

His eyes burned with fighting spirit, and there was no fear in his heart.

"Come on!" His voice echoed on the battlefield, "Let me show you what true wildness is!"

Lion rushed towards the Colossus.

His speed was extremely fast, dragging a dark green trajectory in the void.

He raised his sword high, and the flames on the sword condensed into a pillar of light that reached the sky.