Titus stood like a mountain on the battlefield, power sword gleaming with the energy of the fallen Chronomancer.

He glared at the oncoming Necron army. The air was thick with the smell of burning metal and ozone; the tension was suffocating.

"For the Emperor!" Titus roared, his sword slicing a Necron Immortal in two, metal shell shattering under the blade's vibration.

Tyberos followed, chain-axe roaring, tearing through another Necron.

Green Gauss beams lanced in from all sides. Tyberos rolled aside, ground behind him vaporized. Even with Pedanium shields, these attacks had to be dodged—one hit meant death.

"Watch it!" Titus warned, ducking a deadly beam, then cleaving a Necron Destroyer in half.

The Space Marines and Necrons fought in brutal melee—chainswords, power axes, Gauss beams, metal sparks—a savage, magnificent war scene.

A Marine split a Necron's head with an axe; another was vaporized by a Gauss weapon, armor shattering, blood spraying.

Rhodes's gene-sons fought to the death.

To forge a battle-hardened legion, you must let them endure the crucible of war. Losses are inevitable.

"For the Gene-Father!" Titus roared, muscles swelling as he went berserk, charging into the Necron lines—his sword a lightning bolt, every swing killing an enemy.

He punched a Death Titan, denting its metal shell, then tore it apart with his giant strength.

Tyberos followed, chainsword spinning, slicing off a Skorpekh Lord's mechanical limbs. The Necron screeched, trying to fight back, but Tyberos stabbed its core, destroying it.

"The Blackstone Matrix is ahead!" the legion librarian messaged, urgency in his voice. "We must destroy it, or our psykers are useless!"

Titus nodded, locking onto the distant, shadowy Blackstone Matrix, guarded by Trazyn's monstrous thralls—twisted creatures of metal and flesh, bristling with blades and spikes.

These were Trazyn's mind-controlled minions, expendable as cannon fodder.

"Charge! Destroy the Blackstone Matrix!" Titus ordered, inspiring the Marines.

Their power weapons gleamed in the darkness.

Necron Gauss fire poured like rain. Marines pressed forward through the barrage.

One was hit, armor melting, but staggered a few steps before falling. Another deflected a beam with his power axe, which ricocheted into a Necron.

Titus led the charge, sword reaping Necrons like a scythe. His berserk form was unstoppable—even Necron titans couldn't hold him back. He smashed a tentacled monster's head, green fluid splattering.

The two Zettons Titus released blasted the fortress with giga-degree fireballs, sending Necrons flying.

Against such bioweapons, normal Necrons were annihilated instantly.

Three titan units led the charge, boosting Marine morale—they would win this war.

"For the Emperor! For the Gene-Father!" the Marines roared, a tide of steel smashing through Necron lines toward the Blackstone Matrix and tomb core.

The battle was at its peak—every second, men and machines fell.

Blood and metal shards littered the field, the air thick with death. But Titus and his brothers never wavered—their eyes burned with victory.

"Destroy the Blackstone Matrix!" Titus thundered, sword raised high.

Boom! Titus's giant body was hurled aside—a massive blow de-gigantified him.

"My guests, you have trespassed in a collector's domain. If you leave now, I'll overlook this and let you go. How about it?" A stately Necron with a staff appeared.

This was Necron Overlord Trazyn the Infinite, master of the fortress.

When did humans acquire the tech to invade his pocket universe? How did they get in? What's the security flaw?

"Ze—tton!"

The Zetton roared, firing a trillion-degree fireball at Trazyn. Trazyn sneered, raising a green shield that blocked it.

Such monsters were far beyond other races' titans—even Necron tech might not be able to replicate them. He'd love to add them to his collection!

"Your end has come, xenos! You've insulted the Imperium, our Primarch Rhodes. You're a thief—you stole the Primarch's ship, the Emperor's avatars. You betrayed us at Cadia. You'll pay in blood," Titus declared.

Trazyn's betrayal at Cadia had enraged all the Imperium—if not for him, the battle could have been won. And he'd collected an entire company of Space Marines, Sisters, Inquisitors, even cloned Primarchs—the last battle of Solar Lord Macharius. Each deed was a grave insult.

Before this fight, Rhodes's sons had sworn to make Trazyn pay.

"To be honest, you'd all make excellent collectibles! If I could, I'd love to add you, your ship, and your Primarch to my collection," Trazyn said.

At that moment, a golden light flared—Rhodes appeared with Tartarus, Aisha, and the newly summoned Angel Zog.

The training was done. Time for the final boss—Rhodes would finish this himself.

"So, we finally meet, you shameless thief," Rhodes sneered.

Trazyn glanced at Rhodes, then saw AsanethAyu—and his circuits nearly shorted.

My god, what did he see? A living Necrontyr—a female Necrontyr!

"Where did you find her? Tell me, where did you find her?" Trazyn asked, agitated.

A living kin—one who might change his entire race's fate!

"Oh, her? Want to know? Too bad—I'm not telling you," Rhodes grinned mischievously.

Just as planned—he brought AsanethAyu to provoke Trazyn.

Rhodes winked at AsanethAyu, signaling her to proceed.