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Tzeentch abandoned his incarnation like a gust of wind and left without a sound, without leaving a single word, as if he had already known everything.

Kirsaur watched silently as Tzeentch's descent dissipated, a feeling he couldn't quite describe welling up inside him.

She slowly turned around, facing the galaxy whose parameters she had adjusted.

One by one, he adjusted the changed parameters back to their original state.

Finally, she put the detached galaxy back into its original universe, as if nothing had happened.

This galaxy quietly returned to its rightful place, its light shimmering in the universe, forming, along with other galaxies, the vast and mysterious starry sky.

However, future generations will never know what thrilling stories this seemingly ordinary galaxy has experienced.

Meanwhile, at the other end of the Koprulu Sector, all the Necromancer fleets were drawn together by an invisible force, converging on a single star system.

There, they discovered that their enemy this time was none other than the Star God they had killed before—the Deceiver.

This name is a nightmare for all conscious space undead. It is because of the existence of the Deceiver that the Fearful Ones have forever lost their souls, becoming emotionless, cold, mechanical beings.

Although the space necromancers have now found a perfect way to get rid of this curse, the hatred from hundreds of millions of years ago is like a deep imprint on their consciousness, which can never be erased.

The Necromancers of the Space, who had previously harbored resentment towards the Silent King's expedition, now obeyed Szalak's orders without hesitation.

They mobilized the resources of their dynasties, their powerful fleets, like a pack of ferocious beasts, ready to launch an unprecedented war of revenge against the fraudsters.

This was also the day when Talasi most emboldened, as she swaggered around with the permission of all the awakened emperors and the Silent King, mobilizing troops in various undead kingdoms, and also picking up quite a few good items through her auto-loot.

In order to crush the fraudsters once again, the Silent King was determined to go all out.

She not only mobilized five World Engines, but also assembled an unprecedented fleet.

The size of this fleet is unprecedented since the awakening of the Necromancers.

Once all forces had converged, Szalak ordered a halt to the fleet's assembly.

She believes that this scale is already powerful enough, and any more power would be superfluous.

After all, she now possesses most of the Burners' power, which means she is not entirely without a chance of victory against the Deceiver, the weakest of the Star Gods.

However, in the Warhammer universe, a world filled with endless war and conflict, the massive deployment of the Necromancer fleet has alarmed all races.

The Eldar, in particular, being the race with the deepest understanding of the Necromancers, harbored serious suspicions about their actions.

The Eldar prophets did everything in their power to see through the veil of mystery and uncover what the Necromancers of space were plotting.

They spared no expense, using various methods of divination and prophecy, but no matter how hard they tried, they could never fathom the true intentions of the cosmic necromancers.

The actions of the Necromancers in space are an enigma, shrouding the Warhammer universe in shadow and instilling unease and fear in all races.

The Eldar, a once glorious race, are now groping in the dark, completely unaware of the Necromancers' plans.

The high lords of Holy Terra were extremely nervous at this moment, with fine beads of sweat even appearing on their foreheads.

Although Regent Guilliman and the undead had signed a general non-aggression pact, Guilliman's absence from Terra has intensified their anxieties.

If the undead were to suddenly attack Terra, the consequences would be unimaginable.

After all, Guilliman was an important leader of the human empire, and his absence would undoubtedly pose a huge security threat to Terra.

Worse still, if the Necromancers find the Highlords too slow, they might take extreme measures, killing the Highlords outright and handing over all power of the Imperium of Man to Guilliman.

However, at this moment, Guilliman was completely unaware of these things.

He was leading his fleet on a grand expedition to aid war-weary forces.

For Killieman, this kind of life, free from tedious political affairs and allowing him to simply use his wisdom and courage to conquer the world, was the perfect way to relax.

On the battlefield, he can fully unleash his military talents and engage in fierce battles with the enemy without being bogged down in trivial administrative matters.

When the form of the Deceiver was born, He was pleased to find Himself complete, even though His power seemed much weaker than before, but as long as...

Then the Deceiver was met with a concentrated attack from the Necromancer fleet. The Necromancer Emperors kept demanding that the fleet increase its firepower and shatter the Deceiver into pieces.

The entire battlefield's space and dimensions were sealed off by space necromancy, and Szalak, who possessed the power of the Burner, also stepped in to restrict the Deceiver's activity space.

"Wait! You..."

Just as the fraudster was about to say something, suddenly, the various powerful weapons of the Space Necromancer Fleet rained down on him, blasting him back.

These space undead are fully aware of the fraudster's true nature; they will never be fooled by his sweet talk, nor will they believe a single word he says.

In this intense battle, Taracin did not deploy its ship to participate in the bombardment of the deceitful.

Instead, she stood quietly on a giant world engine.

Beside her stood the astrologer Aurican, who had not yet undergone the ship girl transformation ceremony.

Aurikan, in his distinctive, slightly distorted voice, made no attempt to hide his mockery of Tarasin: "Look at you, a 'monkey' whose height doesn't even reach my chest."

"But I have a soul."

"To dare to haphazardly cobble together a body using only some high-dimensional matter that hasn't been fully understood, I really don't know whether to call you stupid or..."

"But I have a soul."

"Can we please stop bringing up the topic of the soul?"

"This body is not only immortal, but also free from any curses."

The astrologer Aurican was speechless after being confronted by Tarasin. If he hadn't been afraid that becoming a ship girl might cause his abilities to become ineffective, he would have already requested to undergo the ship girl transformation ritual.