"Damn it, this Night Haunter was treating everyone like dogs on a leash." Lox complained speechlessly. They had raced back from the command post in Macragge City to Hera Fortress with all their strength.
According to Lion El'Jonson, Konrad Curze possessed some kind of powerful psychic precognition. It was difficult to seize the initiative against such an enemy.
"Dantioch, what are you doing?!"
Suddenly, Lox's main body on distant Sotha heard some strange commotion. When he diverted his attention to look, he abruptly spotted a familiar massive figure at Alpha's primary station—the place the Warsmith called the mixing console.
It was Captain Pollux of the Imperial Fists.
"You did it. We could never understand Pharos's long-range teleportation capability, yet you actually found a way to activate it."
Pharos concealed far too many secrets, but now the Warsmith had unearthed another incredible ability.
"What exactly was your connection to those Necrons? Could shouting 'steel within, steel without' really turn you into a Necron?"
"Or was there really a face beneath that iron mask of yours that Necrons found endearing?"
"I couldn't understand it either. It seemed this machine responded to me. It sensed my emotional impulse," the Warsmith answered.
"Quit with the sarcasm. If I hadn't fished this big idiot out, he'd have died under Night Haunter's lightning claws long ago." The Warsmith still had one hand gripping Pollux's power armor, while the Imperial Fists captain who had crossed over a thousand light-years was still somewhat dazed.
Wasn't he fighting Night Haunter in the memorial hall just moments ago?
"Captain, this is Sotha, where the Pharos Beacon is located."
Pollux was not seriously injured. The long spatial transfer merely seemed to have left his consciousness muddled. He stood still for several seconds before finally coming to his senses.
Inside the memorial