This wasn't some solemn, majestic tomb at all.
This was an enormous... junkyard, reeking of mushrooms, engine oil, and sweat? No, it was more like an Ork gladiatorial arena with a post-apocalyptic aesthetic, haphazardly piled together from countless heaps of scrap metal, warship wreckage, and gigantic bones!
Their huge, ugly faces, ablaze with battle fever, were almost pressed against his sarcophagus. Their spit rained down on his smooth metal shell. With every ounce of strength they had, they roared the word that embodied their entire race's reason for existing.
"WAAAGH!!!"
"WAAAGH!!!"
"WAAAGH!!!"
Their voices converged into a tangible torrent of energy, filled with pure violence and the will to destroy, that slammed into his consciousness.
Liu Zhipeng was stunned.
There was only one question in his mind.
"Where the hell is my Tomb World?!"
Wasn't a Necron Overlord supposed to awaken in his own Tomb World, a Mobile Fortress of sorts, surrounded by an entire Dynasty's Steel Legion?!
Why was he being randomly unpacked from one "mystery box" after another, like some goddamn delivery?!
And each time was more ridiculous than the last!
The first time, he'd been unpacked at the "party" where the Aeldari were about to meet their doom, treating him to a shock straight from the Warp.
The second time, they'd skipped the preliminaries and airdropped him straight into the heart of an Ork WAAAGH! What did they take him for? A "can-opening" act to entertain an Ork warlord?!
"Fuck!"
A profanity brimming with Eastern wisdom thundered through his logic circuits.
Anger overwhelmed all his confusion.
If he couldn't figure it out, he'd fight!
He slowly raised his metal right hand and gave the Orks gawking at him like he was a performing monkey the middle finger.
Every Ork stopped roaring. A huge question mark filled all