He turned to look at the copilot.
Baby Fulgrim had completely passed out from the violent passage through space. Two glistening tear tracks still streaked his perfect little face, and his tiny mouth hung slightly open. He slept like a... delicate little piglet.
He sighed and assessed their situation.
Hopeless.
The ship was completely wrecked. They were now nothing more than a tin can floating through space.
No food, no water, no distress signal.
"My sixth life, and less than a day in, I'm going to starve to death in space because my ship broke down?" Liu Zhipeng gave a bitter chuckle. "What a fucking pathetic way to die."
He stared into the endless, freezing darkness outside the window, and a profound sense of helplessness welled up within him.
Just then.
An... utterly unexpected green speck of light appeared ahead of their ship.
It was tiny, but it was rapidly growing larger at an unbelievable speed.
A few seconds later.
Horus saw it clearly.
It was a warship.
A warship... he should never have seen here.
Its design possessed an ancient, elegant geometric beauty. Its hull was made of living metal, reflecting a cold, spectral green glow in the void. Countless intricate Necron runes, resembling hieroglyphs, were engraved across its surface.
A... Necron... tomb ship.
Horus's heart sank.
He thought of someone.
An old bastard... whose clutches he had preferred to blow himself up rather than fall into in his previous life.
"No way..."
As if to confirm his suspicions, a tractor beam shot out from the tomb ship, locking precisely onto their dying Stormbird.
Then an elegant, arrogant voice, tinged with the delight of "discovering a new collectible," rang out directly inside the Stormbird's cockpit through some form of quantum communication technology.
"Oh? Look what I've found! A Stormbird