Emrys had ample reason to suspect that the Necron Lord in this tomb had been 'feigning sleep' all along!
Otherwise, why would it be such a coincidence?
He had just sent the two 'ancestors' away, and the Space Necrons woke up right after?
The previous two groups of people were blasting away at your tomb, making such a huge commotion, and it didn't wake you up; now, with nothing happening, you suddenly act tough!
Looking at the neatly arranged phalanx of Necron Warriors, even Emrys couldn't help but feel his scalp tingle.
"Damn it, a dignified galactic overlord pretending to be dead while two kids were blocking his tomb, and now he's trying to act like a tough guy!"
He had already cursed the Lord of this tomb a million times in his heart. You say you were playing dead, then play dead! It wouldn't have been too late to wake up after they all left!
Why choose this moment, trapping them all inside, turning them into the surrounded?
Unfortunately, the Necron Lord couldn't hear his complaints, and even if he did, he probably wouldn't care.
Now, the two groups, who were just moments ago at daggers drawn and ready to fight, immediately unified their front in less than half a minute.
The Imperial forces, represented by Inquisitor Marshall, and the Commander of the Chaos Terminators, after exchanging glances, shouted in unison: "First, kill the alien!"
Emrys, observing from the shadows, couldn't help but lick his lips and secretly sigh: "Alright, this is very Imperial and Chaos."
Cooperation? Cooperation is impossible.
The Imperium would never cooperate with Chaos. At most, with a great enemy before them, both sides wisely chose to direct their spears at the... alien, whom they both detested!
It was not surprising that this scene occurred.
It was even logical. One must know that in the Warhammer Universe, the ones with the most miserable lives are most likely the xenos, especially those 'xenos' without a background!
If you were reincarnated as an 'alien' in the Warhammer Universe, then congratulations... you would earn the title of 'hated by all'!
Not only would the Imperium beat you, but Chaos would also beat you!
In certain specific circumstances, the Imperium would even beat you together with Chaos; this was no longer a rare occurrence.
If your luck was even worse, the 'xenos' you encountered would also beat you, unless you were willing to believe in the 'Greater Good.' As far as he knew, the Tau next door seemed to be rather fond of it.
The battle formation of Necron Warriors was closing in on them step by step. Their unified, heavy footsteps, mixed with the friction of their metal bodies, and their silent and orderly movements, undoubtedly exerted immense pressure!
Situations like this should be handled by the Astra Militarum and Space Marines, but right now... Marshall looked around, and there were only a hundred-plus Arbitrators!
There was no worse situation than this!
The disparity in strength between friend and foe was too great. If those metal skeletons were to surround them, even with the most optimistic estimate... they could at most hold out for ten minutes!
"Your Excellency, Marshall, we must retreat now!" At this moment, the Captain of the Brass Claws, in a low voice, offered his suggestion to the Inquisitor: "The xenos are numerous and not on our records. Judging from the last engagement... the enemy's weapons are very dangerous!"
His words implicitly advised the Inquisitor to remain calm. Rashly engaging these metal xenos would inevitably lead to their defeat!
Why would Marshall not understand such a simple truth?
He clenched his fists, veins bulging on his face, his eyes bloodshot and terrifying, like a mad beast, and he growled in a hysterical manner: "No, we cannot retreat! Even if we all perish here, we cannot let Chaos seize that child first!"
He knew better than anyone the terrifying fate that awaited a child with 'Delta'-level psychic talent if he fell into Chaos!
Compared to that, the sacrifice of a mere few hundred lives, as long as it could 'eliminate' that child, would be worthwhile!
At this moment, Marshall no longer harbored any illusions. Although 'Delta' was an important asset to the Imperium, and he might become a Librarian, astropath, and so on in the future, today... that child had to be eliminated!
Thinking of this, Marshall resolutely ordered: "Everyone, you must hold your ground! Not one step back, otherwise... I will execute deserters in the name of the Inquisition!"
"Yes, Your Excellency, Inquisitor."
The Captain of the Brass Claws was helpless. The order he received from his Company Commander was to obey Inquisitor Marshall's command.
Then, Marshall's gaze swept across them, stern and cold, his bloodshot pupils terrifying like a rabid beast, immediately intimidating the other soldiers.
No one dared to refuse an Inquisitor!
Because the Inquisition represented the Imperium, and an Inquisitor was the symbol of the law. Every mature Inquisitor carried a heavy burden of blood debts!
That overwhelming, chilling pressure, mixed with a strong scent of blood, was the best proof!
"The task of commanding the battle is yours." After Marshall appointed the Captain of the Brass Claws, he turned to look at the woman in black armor who had remained silent in the team: "Ms. Tasha Ortiz, please follow me."
The source of his confidence in being able to eliminate a 'Delta'-level psyker came from this woman in black armor.
Not long ago, the coming home 'Primarch' Roboute Guilliman had officially re-established the sisters of Silence, who had previously been disbanded.
And coincidentally, this Ms. Tasha Ortiz was a true... Untouchable, living in seclusion on Vigilus, having inherited the mantle of the sisters of Silence!
With an 'Untouchable' present, plus his own power, Marshall had full confidence that he could eliminate that potential threat!
Soon, the two no longer hesitated, forcefully broke through the wall of the ruins, and entered inside.
They had to hurry and find that psyker and nip the danger in the bud before the people outside were all dead!
Suddenly, shortly after the two entered the passage, Tasha violently swung her executioner's greatsword, like a flash of cold light, fiercely embedding it into the wall at the corner!
The blade pierced several inches into the metal wall, forcing a figure to reveal himself!
Someone was here?!
Marshall was startled, and the sister of Silence beside him stepped forward, reversing her blade, and with fluid motion, swung a horizontal cut!
"Holy crap!"
The one forced out from the corner was none other than Emrys. He had intended to approach and explain the situation, but the sister of Silence had detected him beforehand!
The sword had almost grazed his scalp, and a few strands of hair floated down!
Emrys' heart was chilled. If he hadn't reacted quickly, he estimated he would have been seeing the Yellow Springs!
However, as a sister of Silence, Tasha's ancient and exquisite skill was already ingrained in her bones. Seeing that one strike missed, she stepped closer again.
Zzzzt—!
The sword blade sliced through the narrow corridor, leaving a trail of dazzling sparks!
Accompanied by a terrifying sword wind, it once again cleaved down, aiming directly for Emrys' head, giving him no time to speak!
"Wait"
Emrys quickly rolled to dodge. Just as he was about to speak, he suddenly felt as if his whole body had fallen into an ice cave, a suffocating sensation surged over him, and his soul felt as if it had been cast into a bottomless, pitch-black abyss!
Damn, he had forgotten!
The sisters of Silence were 'Untouchables'; they were 'Soulless' and had a natural suppressive effect on psykers. Once they got close... it was tantamount to being at their mercy!
The sister of Silence stepped forward, her massive executioner's sword, as if cleaving through raging waves, descended with a chilling, explosive aura!
Just at this critical moment, Emrys, enduring the pain, pulled out from his in arms the 'rosarium' badge that belonged to Winnie!
Clang!
The blade stopped abruptly!
One-tenth of a centimeter from his forehead!
In this situation, Emrys really wanted to playfully say: At that time, the sword was less than one-tenth of a centimeter from my head, but in just three seconds, the owner of this sword would fall in love with me.
Never mind.
Joking with a sister of Silence would get you killed!