The Necron Lord saw his opponent coming. The forces of Chaos, holding on to the farce that was the Chaos Gods. They should know that while blood is temporal, death is eternal, and it is the slumber of the Nightbringer that would cleanse their distorted vision. "Feel the cold embrace of death, foolish human." The Necron Lord smashed the Resurrection Orb to the ground, and the vile energies of the Ctan Gods spread through the ground. His warriors rose from their slumber, as Dozens of Necron Warriors and a number of Flayed Ones marched from the facility, to meet these forces of Chaos. At the same time, the Necron Lord would account for himself as well.
His modified sceptre glowed with blue energy, a high-tech plasma cannon built to rend through all but the toughest armor. It was different from firing Gauss Blasts, as he usually preferred, but the Necron Lord was nothing if not versatile. A beam of bright blue energy ripped through one of the clones, cutting a very nice hole where his heart had used to be. A clean slice, the wound instantly cauterized after the blast. Of course, it took more than that to keep a space marine dead, chaos or no. As such, The Necron Lord gestured with his left hand, and the chaos space marine's head exploded.
