The Triarch Praetorians moved in interweaving formations, swiftly cutting down every enemy that blocked Szarekh's advance.
Whether Daemonic entities, Chaos Warbands, or Cultists, none could withstand the Triarch Praetorians.
As for the enormous Daemon Engines that occasionally attacked, Szarekh merely raised his scepter slightly. Beams of death shot from its tip, effortlessly blasting those Daemonic constructs to pieces.
Even an Emperor-class Titan would have struggled to withstand their immense power.
But when Szarekh reached the foot of the Blackstone Obelisk, he saw the profane being Xerath had detected.
The Daemon Forge, Vashtorr.
Vashtorr held one hand against the Obelisk, Chaos power surging through his body. Strange changes had already begun beneath its base. Where green light had once flowed, faint streams of purplish-red light now shimmered.
As he poured in his power, the corrupted area gradually expanded.
And as the Obelisk became corrupted, the Warp power once suppressed by the blackstone rapidly grew stronger.
Boom!
A beam shot from Szarekh's scepter and hurtled toward Vashtorr.
The Daemon Forge had already sensed the Necrons' arrival. He had no doubts about the power of their weapons. Turning his body slightly, he watched the beam fly past him. The beam, laden with physical laws, set part of his body ablaze merely by passing close.
"Hmph."
Vashtorr gave a quiet grunt. Warp power surged through him, quickly extinguishing the flames on that portion of his metal body.
Although the Necrons had enslaved the C'tan, they were not C'tan themselves. It took time to marshal their power. Even Szarekh could not overwhelm Vashtorr with power as a true C'tan could.
Without the slightest hesitation, the Triarch Praetorians launched a simultaneous attack on Vashtorr.
An enormous phase scythe slashed swiftly at Vashtorr's metal arm, which still rested against the Blackstone Obelisk.
The Daemon Forge had to