Asmonk was struggling to deal with the human invasion.
He had always despised the foul sorcery of the Warp. If there was anything he hated even more, it was Warp sorcery combined with Orks.
Now countless Orks were rampaging over his dynasty's precious treasures, while the humans were advancing just as fiercely.
Humans had always been rather feeble, relying on foolish, useless courage to try to achieve what their technology could not.
But today, the humans were far too formidable-or rather, the being they called a "Primarch" was.
In one of the central hub sectors, powerful Necron units of every kind were doing their utmost to hold the enemy back.
As flames surged upward, a squad of Immortals guarding the front was instantly reduced to molten metal.
Before a Necron Lord could even swing the Phase Scythe in his hands, his head flew into the air, and his body was cleaved in two and melted down.
The beautiful, powerful figure caught the Necron Lord's falling head with exquisite grace, then looked scornfully at the other three Necron Lords present.
"Just the three of you think you can stop me? How naive."
The head in Fulgrim's hand melted into liquid metal. In the blink of an eye, he unleashed a wave of fire and charged at the Necron Lords at a speed even the Astartes could not follow.
At the sight, the human army's morale soared, their battle cries and cheers rising in wave after wave.
Many of the faithful cried out that this was a miracle bestowed by the Emperor, the strongest proof of his glorious existence, and charged frenziedly after Fulgrim.
A nearly delirious Ministorum Priest held a battle standard high in his right hand and a pistol in his left, leading the charge faster than the soldiers.
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