Chapter 398: The Necrontyr is Already Dead
The battlefield is not a game, and there is no option to turn off friendly fire. Therefore, almost any use of weapons of mass destruction will be reported and prepared to avoid accidental injury to friendly forces.

It is obvious that Hogg is a weapon of mass destruction, and what's even worse is that Black Watch can know the Primarch's perspective through the mental network, so the other legions are in trouble.

After dodging the giant light blade that almost cut him in half, Corax was frightened out of his stealth state and quickly lay on the ground like a turtle, and notified the Legion to get down quickly.

Angron, who was also lying on the ground, felt numb as he watched the death spiral getting lower and lower. He was big in size to begin with, and if he didn't want to be cut into meat paste, he could only choose to dig a hole underground.

At this time, the Black Watch, who was less than two meters tall, showed his value. He could march normally without any fear of being beheaded by a sword from the light blade.

To ensure his safety, Angron quickly shouted to the rising Hogg via the radio:

"Brother, can you please walk away? We are still here."

After being reminded by Angron, Hogg had to stop spinning. Otherwise, if he continued like this, his own friendly forces would be killed by him before all the Necrons were wiped out.

Seeing the light blades dissipate, the Space Marines immediately filled the gap and established a defense line in this arc of death to deal with the endless Necromancer offensive.

Perhaps it was because he was so excited just now, and seeing his good brother coming over, Hogg had a new idea:
"Corax, I remember you could grow wings and fly in the sky, right? Come here quickly, let me see if you have grown wings properly."

"Ah! Big brother, this is not good. There are so many people watching us now. Let's go back and talk about it." The pale-faced Crow King was shy and timid, and Hogg felt sick and slapped him:
"Why are you blushing? I think you deserve a beating. If you keep showing this expression, I will train you with ten Titans just like I did with Luo Jia. Hurry and transform."

Under the pressure of Hogg's power, Corax dared not disobey and released his essence on the spot, transforming into a giant crow man for physical examination.

After tasting the sweetness, Hogg became very interested in transforming into a death gyroscope, but the inability to move was a fatal flaw. For this reason, he decided to think outside the box and choose to continue the fusion, and the fusion material was the Crow King.

He picked up a piece of undead corpse at random, and with a flash of lightning, this piece of living metal was shaped into a strange rope with a bearing.

"Click."

After putting the bearing around his neck, Hogg rubbed out a metal vest and put it on his good brother. Seeing Angron beside him eager to try it out, he installed a movable seat on the vest.

After being repeatedly manipulated by his elder brother, Corax already had a bad feeling, and when the seats were connected, he reached his peak and yelled:
"Impossible, absolutely impossible. I will never serve as a mount."

But fists were no match for thighs, and no matter how hard Ya Ya struggled, he was finally persuaded by the two brothers with bad intentions to act as a temporary mount.

In order to experience a comfortable driving experience, the clever Angron also came up with various bad ideas, saying that it was a pity to just fly mindlessly, and that the Corax should be equipped with front armor, a hovering jet should be installed on the wings, and it would be better if a cannon was installed.

Some Space Marines who were resting also came over and put forward their unique insights. With everyone's joint efforts, the large Raven Man that was originally standing on the ground in a daze has been transformed into an iron fighter.

After the transformation was completed, in full view of the crowd, the pilot Angron, wearing goggles, pushed the joystick, and with flames gushing out, the Victory Raven successfully took off. Hogg also buckled the collar around his neck again, but this time, for the sake of load, he did not expand his body too much, but maintained it at about three meters.

At the same time, the Undead Overlord regrouped and went out again. This time he did not choose a foolish close combat, but sent out all the underworld constructs in the tomb, choosing to fight hard with unparalleled powerful strength.

Perhaps even God couldn't bear to see this, because before Leinster left the tomb, a communication request was sent to him.

Looking at his friend in the video, who was round all over and had the Sky Eagle emblem on his belly, like a strange raccoon cat, Leinster shouted angrily:
"Tarasim, you bastard, I just spotted you. I didn't expect you to be so shameless. Not only did you not help, you even dared to join the enemy of the Star God. Have you forgotten the tragic history of the Necrontyr?"

"No."

"Then why are you just watching?"

Trazyn thought, what else can I do but watch? Should I reveal my identity on the spot and say that I am a Necron, lurking in the Empire for more than 10,000 years just to spy on little secrets, and finally turned to Blackwatch because of my obsession with Nuka-Cola and became a Fat Rick?

If anyone believed this kind of thing, Trazyn would tear his own head off and use it as a sphere, and even act as the atmosphere director to applaud.

But for the sake of his few friends, the figure king still dissuaded him:
"Leinster, you can't beat him. Not only is Hogg extremely powerful, he is also being watched by the five evil gods. If you dare to use the ultimate weapon, those five subspace entities will completely crush you to death without him having to do anything."

"Besides, whether you can defeat him is still a question. As far as I know, he has devoured no less than four Star God fragments, and even the Void Dragon was completely eaten by him."

"Although our dynasty is rich, its command ability has always been rubbish. This is an indisputable fact. Why bother to seek death? Why not be a happy Rick like me?"

"For this, I have also discovered a true path to salvation, as long as we pass that..."

Before Trazyn finished speaking, Leinster hung up the phone. He could no longer fight with this old friend. Thinking of the good memories of traveling around the galaxy with Trazyn and digging graves everywhere, Leinster felt a kind of betrayal.

"Just wait and see, Trazyn! If we were able to defeat the C'tan back then, we can do it this time too. Once we defeat this little race called the Empire, I will launch a Great Crusade and make the Necrons the masters of the galaxy once again."

The undead boy with great ambitions was extremely excited. He seemed to feel the long-lost emotions bursting out again. All kinds of strange ideas filled his logic array. He suddenly felt that this was a sure win:
“What rubbish evil gods! When I, your grandpa, and the Ancient Saint were fighting each other with swords, you were not even born yet. My little ones, follow me and charge!”

But no one responded to Leinster's death declaration. The souls of the entire Necrontyr had long been devoured by the Star God. Now all that was left were some metal machines that had become mindless under the ravages of time.

Looking at his old friend who was fighting fiercely with the Empire in the distance, Trazyn murmured:
"My friend, don't you understand? The Necrontyr died in the Battle of Heaven. Now there are only the pathetic Necrons."

(End of this chapter)