The nun beneath the steps caught the head Deathstroke tossed down. The green crystal pillars beside the throne flashed continuously, making her expression shift between light and shadow.
At that moment, the technician who had ridden the elevator with them earlier entered the hall. The moment he saw the scene before him, he turned to flee.
Efferal raised a hand, and invisible psychic power froze him in place before violently dragging him back to her side.
Just like Magneto, she kicked the technician to the ground, severed his limbs with her Force Sword, then planted a foot on his torso and began communicating with the Pharaoh's head in her hand.
She spoke in a squeaking language that sounded like the dial-up modem tones from the days when people plugged phone lines into their computers. She started slowly, but quickly grew proficient as she used it.
It was obvious from the depths of the skull's eye sockets that Su Ming could tell the Pharaoh understood her. However, he could not speak, so the nun still had to rely on her psychic power.
Su Ming walked down the steps and stood guard at the entrance, blocking the door. The nun continued communicating with the head for a while before gripping the Pharaoh's head and unleashing powerful energy from her palm, melting it away.
She then grabbed the technician on the ground and questioned him for a few moments before sending him to meet the Great King.
Lone Necrons were easily destroyed completely. As long as the temperature was high enough, the metal that made them up would lose its memory properties and turn into liquid.
"Bad news, Deathstroke." Efferal shook her hand as she approached, worry written across her face. "That C'tan isn't dead. For sixty million years, its fragments have been