On the other side.
Trazyn did not have the habit of placing himself in danger. Although his current state was a surrogate body rather than his original self, it wasn't something he could simply afford to waste.
He was currently staying in a warehouse within this Tomb World, remotely commanding the subordinate forces he had brought to this world.
In Trazyn's view, the Cryptek had already mobilized all the Necron soldiers he could muster. With an army of this scale, Trazyn wouldn't be able to help much even if he wanted to.
Therefore, the highly flexible Necron Overlord naturally formulated a decapitation tactic.
He ordered the Deathmarks, who can travel between different dimensions, to carry Gloom Prisms to catch the opponent off guard. Based on their response, he would then judge whether to continue teleporting assault troops into the fray.
However, he never expected that things would develop to this point.
Scratching his cold metal skull with his palm, Trazyn was utterly perplexed.
The thing that just shot down the tesseract looked like a black hole, and its energy readings matched the characteristics of one. But by all logic, it was absolutely impossible for it to be a black hole.
How on earth did it appear?
Moreover, according to the report from the Deathmarks hiding in the pocket space, that thing was actually thrown by hand by a guy who appeared to be human.
What kind of nonsense is this?
A Terran human shooting down a Necron tesseract with a stone?
Are you writing a propaganda textbook about Imperial Grace right now?!
To be honest, if the object thrown had been a Vortex Grenade, he could have understood it—after all, humans do have some proficiency in Warp-based technology.
But a black hole? With human technology, how could they achieve something that even the Necrons find difficult?
Trazyn strained to mobilize all his known knowledge, trying to piece together a logical guess.
Could it be a relic left behind by humans from the Dark Age of Technology?
But even that didn't make sense.
Even a bizarre thought popped into his head: Could it be that the C'tan shard not only provided technology but also personally descended to start grave-robbing?
Trazyn shook his head, almost amused by his own nonsensical idea.
Regardless, he had to consider his escape plan.
This was no place to linger; he had to bail.
As for the other guy—
"Well, wish him luck," Trazyn thought to himself. He stood up, preparing to leave, but his living metal body suddenly stiffened.
What was going on?
Why did he suddenly feel a chill?
At this moment, inside the Tesseract Labyrinth.
As a legendary creation of the Necrons in the theory of dimensions and space, this cube, which appeared to be only the size of a fist, actually contained a pocket dimension used to capture and contain dangerous objects.
Under the unique ghostly green glow of the Necrons, within the vast space, large numbers of transparent display stands were neatly arranged.
Canoptek constructs moved back and forth like the most loyal servants, maintaining the equipment.
On a meticulously designed display stand, an Emperor's Custodian clad in golden armor stood silently.
A body completely frozen by a stasis field should have had no capacity for thought. But at this moment, original logic was being thoroughly shattered by an invisible force.
"Can you hear me, Leonardo?"
Along with the sound of this voice, the Custodian's consciousness instantly recovered, and he immediately recognized the identity of the voice.
"It's good that you're awake."
In the mental communication, Adam's voice continued, "Go do me a favor now. Let that Necron Overlord feel some pain."
"As for how to escape this pocket dimension, don't worry. I will provide you with assistance."
As the voice faded, the stasis field that had tightly wrapped the Custodian's body instantly vanished.
At the same time, the Mindshackle Scarabs existing within his body were annihilated into nothingness.
Leonardo opened his eyes, lightly leapt off the display stand, and gripped the Guardian Spear in his hand.
Recalling his previous experiences, extreme hatred flooded his heart. He clenched his teeth, his anger toward a certain Necron reaching its peak, almost manifesting as physical flames.
"To dare insult the honor of the Custodes with such a blasphemous illusion... this xenos must repent for his crimes!"
He looked around, and using the vast knowledge of a Custodian, he quickly began to search for a way out.
Trazyn fell silent.
Since sensing that an exhibit had escaped from the Tesseract Labyrinth, he had immediately begun an inspection.
The escaped exhibit felt "unexpectedly expected"—it was exactly that Emperor's Custodian he had just captured. The stasis field that was supposed to bind him had vanished at some unknown point.
Fine.
Small problem.
Trazyn was just about to activate the contingencies he had left on the exhibit, only to discover to his "surprise" that the Mindshackle Scarabs had disappeared into thin air.
???
What was going on?
Why was it that as soon as he arrived at this Tomb World, he encountered a series of inexplicable and bizarre events?
In the words of the ancient Terran humans, was this place just cursed? Where's all the bad 'luck' coming from!?
Faced with this, the somewhat exasperated Trazyn hurried to mobilize the constructs within the Tesseract Labyrinth, preparing to stop the Custodian's escape plan.
Clearly, these obstacles were not very effective against Leonardo.
In fact, they only served to further incense the Custodian.
"AAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHH!"
Trazyn let out a sharp, high-pitched scream.
"Don't swing it!"
He watched helplessly as Leonardo swung his spear, destroying the stasis field on a display cabinet. Leonardo then reached in and pulled out what looked like a very ancient clay pot, weighed it in his hand, and then ruthlessly smashed it onto the ground, stomping on it twice for good measure.
No!!!
That was an ancient clay pot from the Necrontyr era! It was an extremely precious historical artifact! You can't do that!!
But the Custodian's actions did not stop despite Trazyn's mournful cries.
"No! That's an ancient Aeldari anti-gravity jetbike—"
Leonardo did not hesitate to swing his weapon repeatedly in a single second. The molecular decomposition field easily sliced the xenos creation into a dozen metal fragments.
"Stop! That is the head of a Necrontyr soldier preserved from before the Bio-transference! I can't find a second specimen preserved this well! It's a unique copy!"
Leonardo threw a powerful punch, his massive strength instantly turning the ugly xenos head into a bloody mist.
"Noooooo, that's a ritual tool I borrowed from the Mephrit Dynasty—"
The sound of bolt gun fire erupted repeatedly, and the already fragile tool was instantly blown to bits.
Trazyn could endure no more.
He suddenly grabbed the Tesseract Labyrinth in his hand, squeezed it tight, and flung it hard.
A flash of ghostly green light flickered and vanished.
Leonardo only felt a moment of vertigo before his feet finally hit the ground and he stabilized his stance. In his field of vision, the face of the xenos had already appeared.
Trazyn was glaring at him.
"Enough!"