"Fate is so wondrous!"
Trazyn shouted as its new body staggered up from the deck—this was already the 108th body it had switched to in just three hours.
"Orikan—I never thought the Necrontyr would ally with the Imperium of Man—even using Psychic Power amplification!"
Trazyn waved a hand, but Orikan did not answer. Every ounce of the Star Seer's focus was currently devoted to barely maintaining the fundamental laws of this time and space.
"Ah!"
Trazyn let out a theatrical sigh. Though the Necrontyr's situation was far from optimistic, Trazyn itself remained optimistic.
It strode quickly to the console and called out to the Necrons, whose minds, memories, and thoughts had been utterly erased.
"Activate Psychic Power amplification! Prioritize the individuals marked by the system!"
Trazyn shouted.
Within the Eye of Silence, strange Warp light streaked across the hidden Necron vessels stationed throughout the battlefield.
Angron's eyes were vacant. Across the entire battlefield, that strange brilliant white light pierced through layers of pinkish-purple smoke, allowing everyone to clearly see the bright white outsider descending upon this place.
The battlefields of both Angrons were extremely close to the outsider's Warp Jump destination. It seemed too late to retreat now.
And Angron did not particularly want to retreat.
All kinds of strange liquids had splattered across his once spotless, glorious armor. Some of the viscous fluids had already begun to dry—Angron wished they were all blood, but they clearly were not.
Angron took a deep—then immediately stopped himself from inhaling. He was not wearing a helmet, and the entire battlefield around him was shrouded in pinkish-purple smoke. Amidst the fighting, Slaanesh's daemons lay limp on the ground, twitching as they greedily gulped down the fumes, clearly getting high from them.
Though a primarch possessed resistance to poison, who knew whether