Boomblasta disappeared, and so did 1313 and William.
The Necrons' observation team confirmed that the enemy had vanished into the warp.
"Is the enemy dead or not?"
"Reporting: severe interference. We cannot track the enemy."
The low-ranking commander responsible for the pursuit was somewhat angry. Being unable to confirm either a death or a location was the worst possible outcome. What exactly had appeared in the warp?
Just then, the Overlord's communication link lit up again. "Have you killed all those bugs? We're leaving."
"Yes. We deployed the Doomsday Lance and completed the mission." The commander activated the silence protocol, preventing the nearby Immortals from speaking.
"Return immediately."
He altered the combat record, changing the enemy's status from missing to dead.
The Overlord needed an efficient subordinate. He could not afford a record of failure.
The Rock teleported into the Scythe-class Harvester, and the Necron fleet vanished. They had completed their mission, annihilating the invaders-the Orks-and immediately answered the Silent King's summons, heading beyond the Milky Way Galaxy.
Sisyphus was kicked off the Boomblasta Mech. He felt an irresistible force suddenly strike his backside, then the world spun and water splashed everywhere as he plunged like a cannonball into the great lake below.
The Doomsday Lance vaporized the entire Strike Cruiser. The warp rift produced by the sympathetic detonation of its Void Shield modules sucked in every remaining fragment. Not a trace of the crew remained; only scattered debris fell into the lake.
The anticipated "tsunami" never came. The Orks had been exterminated and the Necrons had departed, leaving only the humans and the Nurgle Daemon Army staring at one another.
By the time Sisyphus walked up from the lakebed, the war had reached its final stage. Of the seven Nurgle Daemon Armies, only one remained. The army led