Yang Cheng ignored Neos as he had something more important to do.

The long river of spiritual energy flowing under the golden throne began to ripple, and Yang Cheng's dark purple robe swept across the ground inlaid with star maps.

He stood under a dome that overlooked the entire Terra, but his eyes penetrated the six-dimensional phase barrier and stared at the storm that was about to erupt on the other side of the galaxy.

"Are you using subspace energy to spy on your neighbor's backyard again, Yang Cheng?"

Neos' skull, wrapped in metal pipes, made a hollow echo on the golden throne, and his nerve bundles twitched slightly like dying snakes.

"Be quiet, Old Deng."

"You better hope that when your neighbor demolishes his house, it doesn't affect us."

Golden flames ignited at Yang Cheng's fingertips, blocking the nonsense that Neos was about to say.

Yang Cheng picked up the sword, and then used the blade to gently cut a crack in space. As psychic lines were drawn in the void, a portal covered with quantum bubbles suddenly opened amid waves of hymns praising the Emperor.

As the portal opened, the sound of metal joints rubbing against each other came from deep within the portal, and the undead warriors remotely controlled by Trazyn appeared on the stage with mechanical dance steps.

The ancient Necrontyr's body was perfectly maintained, and the green light in its eye sockets flickered with the rhythmic electronic sound: "Ah! The new leader of the great human empire, your loyal business partner greets you. I wonder if you want to purchase the underwear worn by the Silent King during his lifetime, or order the latest from the Triarchal Council..."

"I don't want any, Trazyn."

"The battlefield between Szalak and Imotek is only tens of thousands of light years away from the Taiping Star Region."

Yang Cheng directly interrupted the other party's carefully designed opening remarks, and his psychic projection unfolded a scarlet star region between the two of them: "I need to know their situation, whether the war has started."

As Yang Cheng's voice fell, the Undead Warrior suddenly froze in place, with his metal knuckles covering his face exaggeratedly, although he had no facial muscles at all.

"My dear Lord of Humanity."

"You don't want me to provoke those two crazy people, do you?"

Trazyn's electronic voice suddenly rose an octave, "You know, last time Imotek blew the toilet seat of a certain ancient civilization that I treasured into a pile of mud!"

Yang Cheng's eyebrows twitched slightly.

He was too familiar with the tactics of this antique dealer who had lived for 60 million years. At this moment, the emerald eyes of the other party were clearly dancing with the brilliance of a profiteer.

Yang Cheng's psychic tentacles reached out to the secret compartment in the throne room, and a metal collision sound with energy fluctuations sounded at the right moment.

"Is that so? That's such a pity."

"I heard you really want my transforming dinosaur..."

Yang Cheng seemed to be throwing the silver metal product in his hand unintentionally.

"Unfortunately, I have two deformed dinosaurs and I don't know who to give them to. What do you think?"

The dead warrior's neck bearing suddenly made a harsh friction sound, and the whole head turned ninety degrees to the source of the sound. "You mean, a deformed dinosaur?"

Trazyn's tone instantly changed into a sweet aria, and the undead warrior he controlled even stood on tiptoe, "My dear partner, you should have told me earlier..."

";I don't mind giving you the Tyrannosaurus Rex and Pterosaur cubs.";

In an instant, a shocking metal collision sound came from the other end of the portal.

Dozens of holographic projections exploded behind the Necromancer, revealing a Tomb Ship hurtling through the Warp. The Infinite being, wearing gorgeous shoulder armor, was frantically adjusting its phase engine, while tens of thousands of collectibles on the display shelves behind him jingled.

";I suddenly feel that it is the duty of every Undead Overlord to help maintain peace in the Human Empire!";

"Well, at least I am."

Trazyn's real voice came through three hundred layers of encrypted channels, with the flattery unique to metallic resonance, "But you see these two cute little guys need matching things..."

Yang Cheng opened up thirty-six data interfaces with a snap of his fingers, on which jumped the Cybertron technology tree that even the Necrons were dazzled.

";Full fire source code.";

The Lord of Mankind shook the data chip slowly, "Or you can continue to discuss the art of toilet seats with Imotek."

The tomb ship in the holographic image suddenly completed seven consecutive Mandeville jumps, and the navigation system let out a whine of being overwhelmed.

";Accessing the deep communication network!";

Trazyn's voice was mixed with the noise of energy overload, "Give me some time! I promise to find out the color of the Silent King's underwear today!"

"Of course, if you like it, then it's given to you as a bonus."

";There is no need for Szalak's stuff.";

Yang Cheng threw the data chip into the portal and watched it being swept away by the mechanical tentacles of the tomb ship like lightning. "By the way, please tell them a message for me. If they dare to let the war spread to the territory of the empire, I will let my primarchs give them a little surprise."

";make a deal!";

Trazyn's true form finally appeared in front of the portal, a brilliant mimic smile appearing on his metal face.

His scepter inlaid with the fragments of the Star God drew a complicated trajectory in the air, and hundreds of surveillance protocols were activated at the same time. "But are you sure you only want intelligence? I have Doomsday Scythes at wholesale prices. Buy ten and get a holographic record of the dark history of the Three Saints Council..."

Yang Cheng directly closed the portal, and extinguished the unfinished sales pitch of the Undead Overlord in the psychic bubble.

He turned and looked at the top of the throne. The nerve bundles in Neos' skull were twitching in a sarcastic rhythm.

"Use toys to bribe the most dangerous collector in the universe?" The psychic energy of the former emperor reverberated in the hall, "I should have dealt with this profiteer back then..."

";That's why you sat on the golden toilet for 34 years.";

"Don't be so rigid. Learn to be flexible."

"I'm rigid? I've lived longer than your entire family."

"But you sat on the toilet and I didn't." Yang Cheng gave Neos a blank look.

After complaining about Neos, Yang Cheng casually raised his hand to light up the entire Solar Star Domain's defense array, with a cold arc at the corner of his mouth.

"The Necrons are our rare cannon fodder. When we focus on dealing with the threat of Chaos, the threat of the Tyranid swarm will be left to the Necrons."

At this moment, deep in the warp, Trazyn was humming a necromancy tune that was popular six hundred thousand years ago, and two mechanical dinosaur hatchlings in the cargo hold of the tomb ship made cheerful electronic hisses.

The Infinite One elegantly wiped off the blood of an orc warrior on the scepter, which was a gift he "collected" along the way, and smiled a satisfied smile that only a businessman could show as he looked at the fierce battle between the Undead Dynasty and the enemies on the surveillance screen.

"All systems go, go, go."

“And this!”

"My dear Imotek and Szalak, I'm Reiner!"