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Agrippina Sector, Amidel Galaxy

In the vast and dark universe, Talathim sat upon the throne of the majestic, scythe-sword-wielding Titan warship, a sight as imposing as a behemoth.

This Titan warship resembled a steel tomb, exuding a chilling aura.

On either side of it, two enormous Tsukasa-class battleships stood silently guarding it like loyal protectors, their presence making the entire fleet even more imposing.

Meanwhile, several agile Haptec light cruisers, like nimble fish, darted ahead, clearing a safe and unobstructed path for the three giant warships.

The black hulls of these light cruisers occasionally flashed with an eerie green light, like mysterious signal lights, continuously transmitting various intelligence information from the surrounding environment.

In this silent yet deadly void, a squadron of Doomsday Scythe fighters is searching for the Eldar warships.

They streaked across the void at incredible speeds, leaving behind striking green trails, like shooting stars that briefly bloomed in the night sky.

“Eldar pirates…” Tarasin frowned slightly and muttered to himself.

He had little interest in adding these elusive Eldar pirates to his collection.

However, it is undeniable that the advanced warships piloted by the Eldar pirates have certain research value and can be copied and improved by Kil'jaeden.

Just then, a light blue target icon suddenly appeared on the control panel in front of Tarasin.

He sat up straight instantly, his gaze fixed on the constantly flashing bright spot.

It should be noted that this light blue color was a specific color he designed specifically for the warships of the human empire.

Now, the fact that such a conspicuous human imperial ship has appeared here without warning makes it obvious that it must have arrived here through an emergency warp jump.

Recalling the intelligence he had previously received about the presence of Eldar in this star system, Tarachin thought to himself: This ship was most likely attacked by Eldar during its voyage and forced to take this extreme measure to escape to this place to seek help.

"Connect that ship's communications," Tarasin commanded, transforming into a silver-clad Space Marine.

Judging from the cloaked light patrol angle of Haptec, the approaching vessel was a Sword-class frigate, a common sight in the human empire, but this Sword-class frigate had obvious damage on its hull.

At this moment, the Sword-class frigate did not respond to Tarasin's call, which made him have some uneasy thoughts.

"Okay, I have to switch sides."

While instructing the warships to fly towards the Sword-class frigate, Tarasin summoned his Trisoul Guard.

These Tristan Guardians were recruited by him through the system's war points. As the overlord of the space necromancers, Tarachin already had enough troops under his command; what he lacked was truly high-level combat power.

As the guards of the Silent King, these powerful warriors not only swiftly slay enemies with their strength, but also uphold Tarasin's authority and enhance his legitimacy.

Of course, the Trinity Guard is not needed to deal with a Sword-class frigate; the Necromancers and Undead Warriors are sufficient.

Talazin summoned the Three Holy Guards only to deal with the Eldar who might threaten this body. As Eldar warriors were comparable to Space Marines, they were not easily dealt with by Necromancers.

"Hold the line! Take down these aliens!"

"For the Emperor!"

The defense forces aboard the Sword-class frigate were still holding off the Eldar at various key positions on the warship. No one saw the approaching Necromancer space transports outside; their divination boxes had long since failed.

The Haptec light cruiser circled the lone Sword-class frigate with ghostly grace.

Its Gauss flail, like a mace in the hand of a demon, relentlessly smashed into the frigate's defensive turrets, each heavy blow triggering a series of explosions and flashes, with metal fragments flying everywhere.

At this moment, the human defenders, who were engaged in fierce fighting, and the Eldar invading forces, who were advancing with overwhelming force, were finally drawn to this sudden turn of events.

The once noisy and chaotic battlefield instantly fell into a deathly silence, with only the agonizing howls emanating from the escort ship echoing through the sky.

"Damn it!" The political commissar, who was leading the defense forces to defend the bridge to the death, was ashen-faced and covered in cold sweat.

He knew perfectly well that the Imperial Navy would never kill its own people, so the only enemies that could possibly destroy this warship were those insane heretics and hideous aliens.

Thinking of this, the political commissar couldn't help but feel a wave of despair wash over him.

A soldier near the bridge porthole mustered his courage and peered out. He saw streaks of green light flash across the sky like lightning, accurately striking the frigate's defensive turrets and removing them one by one.

However, the soldier had no way of seeing what kind of warship was launching such a fierce attack.

"Reporting to the political commissar! It's...it's a green...light spear?" the soldier said, his voice trembling and his face full of doubt.

"A green light spear?" Upon hearing this, the political commissar was startled. Taking advantage of the brief pause in the Spirit Clan's attack, he quickly rushed to the porthole.

When he saw the view outside the window, he froze on the spot, his mouth agape, but he couldn't utter a sound.

A burst of extremely bright green light suddenly shone, instantly illuminating the entire dark space of space, so bright that everyone could hardly open their eyes.

As the light gradually faded, a colossal, unimaginably terrifying warship appeared before everyone.

The giant ship was like a steel mountain floating in space, exuding a suffocating sense of oppression.

Its massive size far surpassed that of the Empire's most powerful battleships, and its hull shimmered with a mysterious and eerie green light, as if a demon god from the depths of hell had descended to earth.

Yes, they could see it with their own eyes; they could even see the patterns on the giant ship.

"what is that?"

The political commissar said he had never seen a warship like this before, and the eerie green light that seemed to suck his soul into it stimulated his heart.

"Begin the teleportation," Tarasin said aboard the scythe-class Titan warship he named the Sands of Time.

As he gave the order, squads of necromancers teleported onto the sword-class frigate. When they arrived, the necromancers fired deadly green beams from their Gauss guns.

Humans and Eldar struck by the green beam turned into swirling ashes. This terrifying Gauss weapon could tear targets apart at the molecular level, and no matter how tough the armor, it could not withstand the Gauss gun in the hands of the necromancer.

Following the Necromancers came the Scorpion Destroyers, massive war machines wielding Gaussian blades, coldly surveying the enemies within their field of vision.

On the bridge of the Sword-class frigate, Tarasin and the Trinity Guard arrived. The Necromancer of Space looked at the human political commissar before him, his towering metal body filling his entire field of vision.

"Tell me, where did you encounter those spirits?"