The atmosphere of the tomb world was heavy, enough to make a man's gallbladder burst with fear.
In the center of the battlefield, Young Master Imotekh stood with his hands behind his back. His necrodermis skin flickered with a green light that looked like expensive jade. He looked at the four figures in yellow and black capes and let out a cold snort that shook the void.
"A few mere mortals from the 'Perditia' Sect actually dare to block my path? You are truly courting death!"
Young Master Imotekh's voice was like a grinding stone. "In the galaxy, who does not give my Sautekh Dynasty three points of face? My father is a High Overlord with a cultivation level that can suppress a star system! You four 'Helldivers' are just ants. If you kowtow ten thousand times and leave your Stratagem codes behind, I might leave your corpses intact!"
The leader of the Helldivers, Ro Bert, took a step forward. His cape flapped despite the lack of wind. "Bold! You alien evildoer, you do not know the height of the sky and the depth of the earth! In the face of Managed Democracy, even a God-King must lower his head!"
"Presumptuous!" a Necron Lychguard shouted from the side. "How dare you speak to the Young Master like that! You have eyes but cannot see Mount Tai!"
Young Master Imotekh waved his hand, and ten thousand Necron Warriors rose from the green mud. "Kill them! Do not leave even a single atom!"
Ro Bert let out a long whistle. "Good! Since you want to play, we will play to the end! Eagle 1, lend me your strength!"
With a loud BOOM, a 500kg bomb descended from the nine heavens. The explosion was like the birth of a new sun. The shockwave turned three thousand Necron Warriors into flying ash.
Young Master Imotekh's pupils shrank. "What? This... this is the Great Destructive Light Art? You have actually reached the 'Democracy' stage of the Foundation Establishment realm?"
"I have more!" Ro Bert shouted. "Brothers, form the Orbital Laser Array!"
Four beams of white light descended, tracing the ground like the finger of a vengeful ghost. The Necron Lychguards, who had lived for sixty million years, didn't even have time to scream before they were evaporated.
Young Master Imotekh was trembling with rage. His face was distorted. "You... you forced my hand! I was going to save this for the Great Devourer, but today, you must die!"
He pulled out a glowing green orb. "This is the Resurrection Orb of the Ancestors! As long as I have this, my army is immortal!"
However, another Helldiver, known as Viper 3, let out a cold laugh. "Immortal? Can you be faster than my Stun Grenade?"
With a pop, the Young Master felt his joints lock up. His internal logic circuits were screaming. He could only watch as Ro Bert pulled out a red glowing ball.
"This... this aura..." Young Master Imotekh's voice was full of terror. "Is it the legendary 380mm Orbital Walking Barrage?!"
"Correct," Ro Bert said, his voice cold as ice. "Today, I will teach you that in this galaxy, some people cannot be provoked. Taste the flavor of freedom!"
"Stop! My father will not let you—"
BOOM! BOOM! BOOM!
The earth was overturned. The tomb was shattered. Young Master Imotekh's screams were swallowed by the sound of high explosives.
As the dust settled, Ro Bert stood among the craters, his cape slightly scorched. He looked at the extraction shuttle descending from the clouds and sighed.
"In the end, he was just a frog in a well."
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Happy April Fools - Ainz