With the atmosphere still so fervent, Cheng Mingrui felt exhausted. He ordered his subordinates to mercilessly destroy any Necron who called himself Afentis.
Then he lay flat on the ground and began resting and sleeping right where he was. His Ork genes could make him stronger with every battle, but the exhaustion weighing on his soul was too much.
After Cheng Mingrui had been asleep for a while, the single green eye in Afentis's head, mounted on his boss rack, flashed twice.
Deep beneath Euronia IV, a coffin made of living metal slowly opened, and a Necron climbed out.
He looked no different from an ordinary Necron Warrior, except that the single eye in his head closely resembled Afentis's.
A cunning rabbit kept three burrows. Necron culture might not have had that saying, but the principle was universal. For a cunning Necron technologist like Afentis, keeping a few spare bodies ready was essential.
"The Orks' gods... Gork and Mork really do exist. With the evidence I recorded this time, even the Silent King himself would have no doubt." Afentis put a hand to his chin in a thoughtful gesture.
"It's just... the nature of their existence still requires further study. Why did they never manifest throughout the Orks' long history? Why are they so eager to appear now?
"But! Their existence is far too dangerous. Realspace does not permit beings this powerful to exist, unless... there are corresponding rules that can sustain their prolonged presence in the physical universe... Could this be something the Old Ones set in motion?"
Afentis desperately wanted to take control of the Orks on Euronia IV and conduct a comprehensive study of them, particularly that unusual Brainboy.
But his Dynasty was now on the verge of destruction. He no longer had the strength to accomplish