#1765 - Encounter (It’s so comfortable to sleep until nine o’clock every day)

There is no need to tell the story of the Necrons. It is a simple story. The Old Ones felt sorry for them and helped them. But they felt that the help was not enough and turned around to attack the Old Ones.

Then he was pressed to the ground and rubbed by the ancient sage. This is a typical example of repaying a favor with a favor.

After being pressed to the ground by the Ancient Saint, this group of traitors still refused to repent, created the Star God, and attacked the Ancient Saint again. Moreover, they believed the Star God's lies, became weak and weak, ascended mechanically, abandoned their bodies and souls, and turned everything into cold data.

They actually blamed the Star God?

The same is true for the Skinner virus.

This happened when the Necrons were destroying the C'tan. At that time, the Necrons rebelled against the C'tan again. They defeated a C'tan named the Flayer, who cursed the Necrons before his death.

Oh, no, strictly speaking it's a virus.

The Necrons infected with the virus will show a crazy desire for flesh and blood. They will want to tear and destroy all organic bodies and devour their flesh and blood. From this perspective, it feels a bit like the curse of a vampire.

But there is a fundamental difference between the two sides.

That is, with the cold, mechanical body of the Necrons, can they feel the warmth and touch of flesh and blood?

Of course not!

As a result, the Necrons infected with the Skinner virus will become violent, like hungry vampires, craving for blood to satisfy themselves, but no matter what, they cannot feel any flesh and blood. They will even desperately try to stuff the flesh and blood into their mouths, "imagining" that they have swallowed the flesh and blood.

However, the Necrons' bodies were not alive, and no matter what they did, they could never feel the fresh imprint of life again, the warmth and touch of flesh and blood.

In this respect, the Star God really understood. It used something that the Necrons would never have again to torture them forever.

Because of this, these Necrons have almost all gone berserk. They do not treat battles as rationally as ordinary Necrons, but are more like WAGGGGGH greenskins. As long as they see organic organisms, they will rush up and tear them into pieces, peel off their skin and wrap it around their bodies, then keep their bones as souvenirs, and smear their flesh and blood on every corner of their bodies, as if they could feel the warmth of the flesh and blood in this way.

Of course, this is pure self-deception.

Not only that, but the Deathly Haunted can also move across dimensions like the Dark Skinny Man. They usually hide in a space called the Flayer Dimension, and when they sense blood and fighting, they rush over to satisfy their never-ending hunger and thirst.

Ordinary Necrons, on the other hand, would try their best to avoid these guys.

The reason is very simple, that is, the Skinner virus is contagious! Moreover, this thing is an incurable disease. Once it is infected, it is completely over, and no one can save it!

The Necrontyr betrayed the Old Ones and chose to become a Necron after being beaten.

Then they betrayed the C'tan and were implanted with the Flayer virus.

From this we can see that traitors never have a good ending.

The life of the Necrons is a life of self-destruction.

The Eldar were not much better. They owned the Milky Way and should have been moving towards a higher, faster and stronger direction. But these idiots put all their energy into opening the IMPART, and finally came up with an abstract thing called the Obsession, which almost wiped out their own race!

From this we can see that the aliens are a bunch of useless scum. If we want to restore the glory of the galaxy, we humans have to rely on us!

Make humanity great again!

"Audio command! Crossfire, suppressive fire!"

Following Duanmu Huai's order, the mecha servants raised their plasma cannons, and with the humming sound of the capacitors, the plasma compressed to the extreme roared out and blasted towards the battlefield ahead. At the same time, Duanmu Huai also flashed and rushed into the group of skinners with a power axe in his hand!

He had no intention of saving this group of unfortunate scientific expedition team members. After all, in Duanmu Huai's plan, they were supposed to die, and they had indeed completed their mission very well.

Unlike ordinary Necrons, the Flayers will not leave after destroying the enemy, but will become obsessed with the enemy's corpse, cut it into pieces, and then indulge in various curious behaviors of dismemberment. It was thanks to the sacrifice of these scientific expedition members that Duanmu Huai finally caught these guys!

The nest has been dug and the fish have come, so the rest is naturally explosive!

Under the cover of the loyal plasma bombardment, Duanmu Huai rushed out and rushed into the skinners. The sharp claws on the latter's hands did not frighten Duanmu Huai, but made him feel much more at ease.

That's it, real men have to fight in close combat! Those Necrons who only know how to annihilate everything with Gauss weapons have no future!

Only close combat is the most glorious, loyal, and manly way of fighting; everything else is heresy!

Duanmu Huai swung the power axe in his hand high, chopped off the arm of a Flayer who was stabbing at him, then he gripped the axe handle with both hands and swung it down hard, cutting deeply into the head of the Necromancer in front of him.

The feeling of chopping hard steel was obviously not as fascinating as flesh and blood. Duanmu Huai curled his lips in dissatisfaction and kicked the hard body whose skull he had opened to the side. At the same time, he bent down and dodged another round of attacks from behind. Then Duanmu Huai raised his battle axe and tore open the body of another skinner. The power axe split its shoulder blade and cut off all the cables in its body that were like vines.

Blood splattered out from it, mixed with flesh and blood.

Not their blood, not their flesh.

Duanmu Huai glanced at the steel bodies lying on the ground again. They now looked like a sealed can of meat that had been roughly smashed, and the meat sauce inside was pouring out from the broken gaps.

I don’t know how much flesh and blood these skinners stuffed into their bodies, but it doesn’t matter.

The battle continued, Duanmu Huai held the power axe tightly, dealing with dozens of skinners in front of him. Because he was not wearing power armor, Duanmu Huai could not rush forward directly, but fortunately, he was not completely helpless.

“Play some music!!”

Following Duanmu Huai's order, one of the robot servants stupidly turned on the mobile phone player that Duanmu Huai gave it. Soon, the song of Inquisitor sounded from it and began to echo throughout the entire tomb world.

Praise the Machine Spirit, in the name of the Omnissiah.

If they were ordinary Necrons, they would have ten thousand ways to deal with this sudden noise, but the Skinners couldn't. Their program logic had been completely infected and destroyed by the virus. Apart from their desire for flesh and blood and some combat qualities, their rationality was not much less than that of the Greenskins.

Therefore, when the melodious song sounded and echoed in the tomb, these crazy, bloodthirsty, greedy undead who were craving for the flesh and blood they could not get began to move slowly for the first time. They raised their heads and looked around blankly, trying to find where the music that could make their souls tremble came from.

But unfortunately, they no longer have this opportunity.

Duanmu Huai burst out with all his strength at this moment. He turned into a gust of wind and rushed straight into the skinners. He swung the power axe in his hand forward, and everything in his path was cut in half. However, they were not Duanmu Huai's target. Duanmu Huai didn't even look at the mechanical corpses filled with flesh and blood. He held the power axe tightly and rushed through the battlefield at the fastest speed, leaving his back to the surging and loyal plasma bombardment.

His goal is ahead.

A cloaked black figure stood there, and was obviously unprepared for Duanmu Huai's sudden attack. When Duanmu Huai rushed in front of it, the latter also hurriedly raised the scepter in his hand and smashed it hard on the ground. The dark green energy instantly exploded in front of Duanmu Huai, blowing away his Mechanicus cloak.

But there is only a cloak.

Duanmu Huai jumped up and leaped high into the air. The shadow raised the scepter again and aimed at Duanmu Huai, but at this moment, the power axe thrown by Duanmu Huai had already spun and flew over, hitting its head. The shadow's movements also lost their accuracy at this time, and the white beam that burst out from the top of the scepter deviated in direction and swept towards the battlefield, piercing through the two skinners and hitting the nearby wall, making a deafening roar.

At the same time, Duanmu Huai was falling to the ground under the action of gravity. He grabbed the handle of the power axe that was stuck in the opponent's head and pressed down with all his strength. With the ear-piercing sound of metal breaking, Duanmu Huai's feet stepped firmly on the ground, and the steel in front of him was completely cut in half from the middle.

But it’s not over yet.

Duanmu Huai took a breath and wanted to move forward—but at this moment, his movement stopped.

Time seemed to have come to a standstill, or rather the whole world seemed to have come to a standstill. The music, the explosions, the glow of the erupting plasma seemed to be fixed at this moment. It was as if the movie had been interrupted, paused, and everything was stopped.

At the same time, a tall figure appeared in this stagnant world. It had a sculptured figure, a hunched back, and a pair of small eyes burning with green light under the shadow of its hood.

It came to Duanmu Huai, looked at the girl in front of it, and uttered an exclamation of admiration.

It reached out and tried to touch the girl in front of it.

Then, a dark shadow appeared in front of it.

Duanmu Huai's clenched fist hit its face without any pretense. Even the body made of super-strong alloy could not block such an attack. The latter flew backwards, broke through one black curtain after another, smashed into the wall, and was then completely submerged by the collapsed wreckage.

"call……………"

Duanmu Huai took a breath, then he raised his head, stared at the wreckage in front of him, his face turned cold.

"Stand up, Trazyn. I know you're not going to die so easily."

“Crash.”

As Duanmu Huai spoke, the wreckage was turned over, and then the tall, broken body emerged from it. It raised its head, moved its flattened mouth, put it back in place, and stared at Duanmu Huai with its glowing green eyes.

"It seems that I can give up the part about introducing myself?"

"You are the only one in the entire galaxy who would do such a shameless thing."

Duanmu Huai held the power axe, squinted his eyes and looked indifferently at the mechanical creature in front of him, the Necromancer.

"But unfortunately, you are not qualified to make me into a collection."

"Please forgive my recklessness."

The latter arched his back and made a funny pose.

"But I think you can understand how excited I get when I hear a song that shakes my soul and fills me with joy... I think this will be one of my best collections."

Duanmu Huai stared at it without saying a word.

He knew who the opponent was, Trazyn the Infinite, the most notorious lord among the Necrons, and Old Deng, whom all the players wanted to destroy until he went bankrupt. Unfortunately, most of the time, it was he who destroyed the players, and the few times that the players won could only be considered miserable victories.

What this bastard likes to do most is to take advantage of others' beatings to steal things that he thinks are of commemorative value and significance, including but not limited to humans, Zerg, greenskins... Well, if there are still a few 30K old Dengs lying in his museum, Duanmu Huai would not find it strange.

It appears here... well, not surprising.

After all, Trazyn never uses his real body to enter the scene. He always likes to rely on taking over the bodies of other Necrons to achieve his goals.

"You really aren't afraid of being infected by the Skinner virus."

Duanmu Huai made a mocking remark, and the latter just laughed.

"Sometimes you have to take risks, and according to my calculations, the benefits far outweigh the risks this time."

As he spoke, Trazyn opened his hands.

"I hope you can understand that these were originally my collections. Logically speaking, they should not have been removed inexplicably, so I came to inspect the situation..."

"……………………"

Well, now Duanmu Huai understood why this damn place was completely stagnant. This was indeed something this shameless guy would do.

"Where's the oil guy here?"

"They failed. They wanted to crack the secret of the Skinner, but they also fell into the abyss. It's unfortunate. I had hoped that they could bring me some small surprises."

"Well, that's it then."

Duanmu Huai was not surprised by this answer.

The oil men are typical in that they want to get what they want, but end up getting what they want, and then the Inquisition still needs to clean up their messes, as always.

Duanmu Huai thought for a moment, then looked at the Necron Overlord in front of him again—even after so many millennia, this bastard was still as annoying as ever.

However, for Duanmu Huai in front of him, this is not bad news.

"Let's make a deal."

Then he looked Trazyn in the eye and spoke.