The Dreadnought stomped forward with heavy steps, charging deep into the tomb.
The necron Immortals, their pale white metal bodies inlaid with gold trim, were also firing madly.
Realizing they couldn't suppress the humans with ranged firepower, the necrons also drew their phase blades, preparing for close combat with the humans.
A Tomb Spider, responsible for maintenance, leaped down from the complex tomb structure.
The Tomb Spider was incredibly massive.
Multiple mechanical limbs and compound visual sensors combined to form its spider-like appearance.
It required a complex anti-gravity engine to support its carapaced, oval metal body, otherwise, it would be crushed by its own heavy metal structure.
Sicarius raised his boltgun and squeezed the trigger repeatedly, attempting to utterly destroy this abominable monster.
Bolter rounds struck the creature's body, tearing out charred cracks.
But before long, those cracks were self-repaired.
The Tomb Spider's self-repair capabilities were even stronger than those of other necrons.
"Leave it to me," a voice called out from inside the heavily scarred Dreadnought standing nearby.
The melta cannon fired continuously, unwilling to stop even when the barrel glowed red.
The chainsword on the other mechanical limb emitted an ear-piercing sound, its monomolecular edge spinning at high speed, clearly ready for a fight to the death.
The Tomb Spider lunged at the advancing force, and the Dreadnought met it head-on, its chainsword hacking off one of the creature's mechanical limbs.
However, a shocking scar was also gouged into the thick Dreadnought armor.
"For Guilliman's sake, go in, keep advancing, I can handle it."
The voice of a battle-brother came from inside the Dreadnought.
Hearing this, Sicarius and the others, who wanted to go help, could only turn their heads and unleash their fury upon the necrons.
Respecting a battle-brother's wishes was an important matter.
The fighting in the passage was exceptionally fierce.
Primaris space marines were constantly being split off to confront necrons pouring in from other passages.
Sicarius and his group, however, pressed forward, heading straight for the core chamber of the Sautekh Dynasty.
According to Overlord Vyzkhak, breaking through the core chamber would spell the end of the Sautekh Dynasty.
Because there, the Reanimation Protocols for the dynasty's upper echelons could be directly shut down.
That way, once the upper echelons were killed, they would truly be gone.
Under normal circumstances, if faced with an unimaginable crisis, the tomb pyramids could ascend and choose to flee.
However, this time the Sautekh Dynasty was tricked by the Sarkon Dynasty.
The speed of the human fleet was too great; by the time they wanted to withdraw, the humans had already seized control of the outer space of the star system.
This forced them to remain on this planet and face the wrath of humanity.
Charging rapidly, Sicarius bent down to dodge an attack from a Tomb Stalker.
He then thrust the power sword in his hand into the creature's metal skull.
That was the location of their control center.
Tomb Stalkers possessed a massive carapace made of living metal and Necrodermis, covered in mechanical limbs.
They resembled centipedes, but were as large as a house.
Using mysterious phase generators, Tomb Stalkers could move freely anywhere within the tomb, traversing solid ground with ease.
It was precisely because of this eerie ability
that several warriors were gravely wounded and on the verge of death by these Tomb Stalkers.
Sicarius was also nearly ambushed, fortunately, he was alert enough.
Pulling out the power sword embedded in the metal skull, coolant flowed from the Tomb Stalker's body, and electrical sparks flickered on its metal limbs as it convulsed repeatedly.
Without the control center in its skull, the Tomb Stalker also lost its super-repair capability and was completely destroyed.
A green light covered the fallen Tomb Stalker, and moments later, it vanished without a trace.
Clearly, it had been teleported back.
Waiting for reanimation in the furnace.
Sicarius looked around, only less than a hundred primaris space marines had charged to this depth with him.
The others were either dispersed, injured, or forced to withdraw from the battlefield.
"Keep advancing."
Sicarius swapped out a magazine, stepped over the ravaged battlefield, and moved deeper.
The black building material inside the pyramid had long since cracked and shattered under the bombardment, falling to the ground like dry sand.
The air was filled with smoke.
Sicarius' helmet automatically switched between different visual modes, ensuring he had the best possible vision.
He advanced along the main passage with his numerous battle-brothers.
After dealing with another group of Tomb Guard and necron warriors attempting to block their path,
Sicarius and his group arrived before a magnificent gate.
"Melta the gate!" Sicarius shouted.
Two battle-brothers attached melta bombs to the gate, activated the countdown, and retreated.
Some Tomb Scarabs and Tomb Spiders attempted to stop the humans.
Sicarius and the numerous primaris space marines easily destroyed them, leaving them to twitch on the ground with flickering electrical sparks.
The melta bombs also entered their final ten-second countdown.
As the countdown ended,
a muffled explosion sounded.
The gate covered in green energy patterns
was blasted into a pile of molten slag.
Sicarius and his group stepped inside.
Looking at the massive data processing center,
they understood that this was the core of the pyramid.
In the core chamber, a necron Lord, much taller than a necron warrior, sat on his throne covered in force field patterns.
It was the Phaeron of the Sautekh Dynasty.
And the punctuation mark at the end of this war.
Kill him, and everything would be over.
Seeing the humans enter, Imothek clenched his metal fingers, and green eyes revealed unwillingness and anger.
The last members of his personal guard stood beside him, their phase blades glowing with an eerie light.
"Foolish humans," Phaeron Imothek said.
"Abominable xenos," Sicarius retorted without politeness.
Both sides held equal contempt and hatred for each other.
"You have won this victory, however, you will inevitably be retaliated against by the necrons," Phaeron Imothek said, "Humans can never realize the power and terror of the necrons; the races we have fought against are beyond imagination."
"Even the eldar who dabble in sorcery only barely became the masters of the galaxy after our race chose not to rule; otherwise, they would never have been able to establish a powerful empire."
"I am not interested in your history," Sicarius said, "Now is the age of humanity, your age is over."
"One day you will understand the price you will pay for today's arrogance," Phaeron Imothek said angrily.
"No matter what price is paid, you will not live to see it. For the humans who have died, now is the time to settle the score with you."
Sicarius was unwilling to waste any more words and attacked directly.
Numerous primaris space marines swarmed forward, and the Phaeron's guard members also met them, phase blades in hand.
The tomb pyramid shook continuously, indicating that the fighting outside was not yet over.
Sicarius paid no mind to that, he held his breath and focused all his attention on his power sword.
The long sword swung, and the crackling power field tore everything apart.
He dodged an attack from a guard member, then bent down, and then thrust his long sword out again, piercing the creature's metal skull.
However, the battles of the others were far from as smooth as his.
As members of the Phaeron's guard, the power possessed by these metallic undead far exceeded that of their brethren.
One warrior had his chainsword cut off by a phase blade, and half of his body was sliced through.
Dying with a final unwilling roar.
After a battle-brother shouted the name of Guilliman, the head on his neck silently slipped off.
A necron warrior had appeared behind him at some point and killed him.
At the same time, Phaeron Imothek also stood up.
His staff erupted with light, and an energy wave instantly entered the body of a battle-brother.
The helmet and chest plate, forged from a mixture of plasteel and ceramite, twisted and deformed under the impact of the energy wave.
Becoming a deep pit filled with ripples.
As if melted white wax had flowed and overflowed, then cooled and solidified again.
Clearly, these damned xenos had mastered rare and powerful force field technology.
Sicarius repeatedly squeezed the trigger, providing support for his battle-brothers.
However, this still could not stop the arrival of death.
The strength of the necron Immortals far exceeded that of ordinary necron Warriors; they were agile and appeared and disappeared unpredictably using phase technology.
Even with numerous warriors fully focused, they could not escape their fate.
Their comrades being called away by the Emperor left the remaining warriors filled with rage.
Their fighting became even more frenzied.
The Librarian raised his staff.
Drawing upon the aetheric energy of the warp at all costs.
Gathering it into a terrifying torrent that swept forth, leveling everything.
And the next second, the Librarian was struck by a beam of light, flying several meters and crashing heavily to the ground.
Witnessing this, Sicarius shed the shackles of reason, allowing rage to fill his entire body.
"For Guilliman," he said in a low voice.
Turning rage into power, Guilliman's Heart beat rapidly, constantly elevating his physical abilities.
Guilliman's Heart is an organ integrated with Dark Matter Evolution Technology.
It is the most complex and technologically terrifying organ in the primaris space marines.
Dark Matter Evolution Technology is the use of dark matter to turn cells into editable data code, promoting continuous optimization and advancement, giving them incredible abilities, while constantly removing harmful factors to ensure the loyalty of the primaris space marines.
Guilliman's Heart possesses countless profound abilities; it is the foundation laid by the Primarch for his battle-brothers to become true demigods.
However, the warriors have not developed it much, simply believing that Guilliman's Heart only enhances their recovery and combat power.
Guilliman also said nothing, letting them explore the uses of Guilliman's Heart themselves.
Gene enhancement is not so easy; it requires a strong will and indomitable spirit.
Only then can one control the enhancements brought by Guilliman's Heart.
Uncontrollable gene enhancement would turn the Chapter warriors into twisted monsters.
Just like the Thousand Sons Legion of old.
It was precisely because of this that Guilliman and Cawl chose to conceal this matter.
The gene-helix is very complex.
Any slight alteration brings unimaginable consequences.
Considering the educational level of the Chapter,
Guilliman could not let them actively edit their own data.
Instead, he allowed their subconscious to influence Guilliman's Heart, thereby bringing them enhancements.
Like biological evolution, gradually and steadily.
Unexpectedly, in a state of extreme rage, Sicarius' strong will activated the deep code of Guilliman's Heart, accelerating the process and allowing him to witness the true power of Guilliman's Heart.
Guilliman's Heart rapidly analyzed his body structure and extracted power from his armor to enhance him, making him stronger.
Data streams flowed in his eyes, giving him a more intuitive understanding of the nature of the universe.
**Emperor's Angel Combat Module successfully activated, adapting to user, gene adaptation strengthening in progress.**
**User: Chapter Master of the Ultramarines Second Company, Lord of Macragge, Sicarius**
**Skeleton strengthening in progress, 1%, 2%, 3%... 98%, 99%, 100%.**
**Tendons strengthening in progress**
**Flesh strengthening in progress**