95? Huh? I'm Fighting the Underking?

Hades was still, slightly, somewhat, perhaps, maybe, possibly, a little hungry.

At this very moment, his face and heart brimmed with the joy of a bountiful harvest. Sadly, nothing external could be reflected in the Void Dragon's hollow face; otherwise, Hades would surely have seen a smiling face.

The Void Dragon's upper body extended from the square space. Hades briefly seized it, preventing the C'tan from advancing any further. Its prey was within reach, and the darkness wrapped around the scythe grew denser and sharper.

The smile had yet to leave his lips as Hades waved a hand and struck!

The dragon's form twisted violently! A blazing green mass of light exploded!

Fine lightning streaked past his cheek. Hades instinctively turned his head and looked in the direction the Void Dragon had fled.

Over there!

At a thought from Hades, darkness wrapped around him like gauze. He was not yet particularly skilled at spatial movement, but he was rapidly trying to learn the ability.

Mortarion, left behind by Hades, slowly lowered his scythe. His ruined right wing drifted in the wind like a scorched cloak.

Beside the primarch, Trazyn, who had just been plummeting at high speed, slowly floated back up. The Empathy Nullification Staff gleamed in his hand.

"I thought you called me here to fight the Void Dragon?"

Trazyn tilted his head. The Necron smiled in an almost human manner and extended a hand. The space beside it seemed to have been cut away, revealing a corner. Mortarion caught sight of at least three tesseract labyrinths... and several other things the primarch did not yet understand.

Tesseract labyrinths—an ordinary minor dynasty would not possess even one, yet Trazyn had brought out at least four on this trip...

"I told you I brought quite a few."

Seeing that