[With a frown on your face, you drive the Vibranium Power Armor and squat on the metal floor. ]
[You toy with the metal head of a Necron Cryptid in one of your palms.]
[At this moment, you have confirmed that you have fallen into the space-time trap of the Figure King Taraxin. ]
["Hehe, I don't even know when I was caught… I guess I was locked in the hypercube maze the first time I saw Trazyn?" You muttered to yourself with a cold smile.]
[You took a deep breath, trying to suppress the frustration rising in your heart.]
[You lowered your head slightly, looking back and forth between the remains of the Necromancer lying on the metal floor and an extremely thick metal catalog.]
[You threw away the metal head and picked up the metal catalog to look through it carefully.]
[You seemed to ignore the terrifying aliens around you that were gradually reviving, and concentrated on memorizing the various graphics and texts inside.]
[Besides, it's not so much that you're trying to remember. ]
[It's better to say that you are trying to guess the character and behavior of this guy Trazyn. ]
[Soon after, accompanied by the terrifying roars of countless aliens, Fulgrim, whose movements were as graceful as the dance of a phoenix, arrived as promised.]
[Wait until the other party has almost cleared all the alien creatures within the field of vision. ]
[Holding a heavy catalog in your metal arms, you drive your Vibranium Power Armor and step forward. ]
[You told Fulgrim everything you knew before he could speak.]
["In other words, this is the umpteenth time we've met. No wonder I always have a sense of familiarity. I always thought it was the sequelae of stagnation caused by being imprisoned for too long…"]
[Fulgrim's purple eyes widened slightly and he nodded to you with a stern expression.]
["So, brother, what are you going to do about this battle? If everything you said continues, even if we join forces, we may not be able to defeat this Undead Overlord."]
["A simple Undead Overlord is not that difficult to kill. The problem is that Trazyn is too cunning. He completely used the time technology in the hypercube maze to trap us. Otherwise, even I can easily twist off his metal head!"]
[You narrowed your eyes, looked up at Fulgrim in front of you and spoke in a deep voice.]
[From the current situation, the point that triggers the time loop is when you and Fulgrim encounter the Black Legion's Terminators and the Eldar Harlequins.]
[Perhaps there are other loop trigger points in the entire unknown space. ]
[But this requires you to try to use more time and methods to gradually find out. ]
[You then decided to stay and wait with Fulgrim, even though the two of you would gradually be surrounded by countless alien creatures.]
[After listening to your explanation, Fulgrim believed your judgment without any hesitation.]
[You immediately found a nearby corner, and the two of you stood shoulder to shoulder and back to back to fight bravely against the terrifying aliens that were gradually waking up.]
[As time goes by, your two strong arms are almost numb, and the speed and strength of swinging the Blood Scythe are gradually weakening.]
[And Fulgrim, relying on his powerful body as a Primarch, bore most of the frontal attacks.]
[At this moment, his originally pure white long hair was splattered with a large amount of alien blood, and his gorgeously decorated purple-gold power armor was also covered with countless traces of battle damage left by the aliens.]
[Wait until the fight between the alien creatures in the entire area is almost over. ]
[Countless fully armed Necrons began to enter the metal tunnel, and they skillfully carried out special operations to capture and imprison.]
[You took a deep breath and subconsciously exchanged a glance with Fulgrim beside you.]
[You two immediately clenched your weapons and attacked the Necrons again.]
[With countless metal limbs flying and falling, the number of Necrons began to decrease rapidly. ]
[Not long after, within your field of vision, the Necron Overlord Trazyn gradually revealed his tall metal body.]
["Can't you two just be quieter? Why don't you just follow me into the stasis field? Why bother struggling here over and over again? I can even design a unique stand for you, so that you can wear the most powerful power armor in the human empire, hold the best melee weapons and fall into a dormant state…"]
[At this moment, Taraxin shook his metal head slightly, and his eyes glowed green.]
[It tries to persuade you with a seductive mechanical voice.]
[However, neither you nor Fulgrim remain unmoved.]
[Instead, you guys tried your best to drive the power armor, and quickly launched a terrifying charge towards the direction where Trazyn was! ]
["Tsk tsk, the uncompromising willpower is always an important point that I admire about the young human race…"]
[Tarasim, holding the Scepter of Empathy and Annihilation tightly in a metal hand, could not help but let out a sigh of admiration.]
[It then raised the Empathy Annihilation Scepter high above its head, and fired beams of terrifying energy in your direction that were like sunlight.]
[Your keen eyesight also vaguely noticed that the metal ten rings that once belonged to you were jingling around your waist as the other person moved.]
[At this moment, you don't have time to think more. You can only quickly adjust your charge and dodge the oncoming energy beams with Fulgrim.]
["Hahaha--"]
[The next moment, Trazyn, who was laughing strangely, moved his metal feet very quickly, and the Empathy Annihilation Scepter surrounded by green light was also vigorously waved by the other party! ]
[boom--]
[Accompanied by a loud roar that echoed all around. ]
[The power sword that Fulgrim had been holding tightly in his palm suddenly shattered and flew everywhere. Then, he was hit hard in front of the purple-gold breastplate by the edge of the Empathy Annihilation Scepter! ]
[However, just as Fulgrim's ceramic steel armor was constantly broken, he spurted out a lot of blood and his entire tall body could not help but retreat backwards.]
[As you approached Trazyn, you suddenly spat out a large mouthful of light golden blood! ]
[This sudden and serious injury forced you to stop charging, and you barely leaned on the blood sickle and glared at the undead overlord Trazyn not far away.]
["Haha, isn't it fun? This is the real reason why the Empathy Annihilation Scepter has become my personal weapon... As long as any intelligent creature that attacks me has the same idea or purpose, then my random attack on one person is equivalent to dealing with a group of people. This is one of the precious technological relics left by the ancient race called the Old Saints."]
[At this moment, a faint green light flickered in Tarasim's eyes.]
[It stares at the blood sickle that you hold tightly in your palm and slowly shakes its head.]
["Although I admit that the fighting spirit you have shown now is worthy of this exclusive weapon of the mourner hero, I am sorry, little friend of the human race…"]
["You and the replica of the original body will still become one of my most precious collections!"]
["hehe..."]
[You couldn't help but sneer and slowly licked the blood at the corner of your mouth with your tongue. ]
["I say, Trazyn… have you forgotten something?"]
["Um?"]
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(End of this chapter)