Given time, severed limbs reattach, armour plating reknits and shattered mechanical organs are rebuilt.
As such, they are almost impervious to destruction, and their mechanical bodies are swift to heal even the gravest wounds.
SHROUDED IN SANITY GEOMETRY ROOM ANDROID
They are not creatures of flesh and blood, these Necrons, but android warriors whose immortal forms are forged from living metal. Yet if billions of Necrons have been destroyed by the passage of eternity, countless billions more remain to see their dominion reborn. The undying have come to reclaim their lands, and the living shall be swept aside. Yet there is no salvation to be found in such ignorance. Others are damaged, their entombed legions afflicted by slow madness or worn to dust by entropy's irresistible onset.ĭegenerate alien species squat amongst the ruins of those Necron Tomb Worlds that remain, little aware of the greatness they defile with their upstart presence. Many Tomb Worlds are no more, destroyed by cosmic disaster or alien invasion. Yet it is no small task, for the Necrons are awakening from their Tomb Worlds to find the galaxy of the 41st Millennium as recorded by the Imperial Calendar much changed. Such was the edict long ago encoded into the Necrons' minds, and it is a command so fundamental to their being that it cannot be denied. Let the galaxy beware.Ī standard Necron Warrior armed with a Gauss Weapon.Īll Necrons, from the lowliest of warriors to the most regal of lords, are driven by one ultimate goal, to restore their ancient ruling dynasties to glory and to bring the galaxy under their rule once more, as it was in ancient days. The unstoppable, undying Necron legions are rising. On desolate worlds thought long-bereft of all life, ancient machineries wake into grim purpose, commencing the slow process of revivification that will see those entombed within freed to stride across the stars once again. Now, after sixty million standard years of dormancy, a great purpose begins. Entombed in stasis-crypts for millions of Terran years, they have slumbered through the aeons, waiting for the galaxy to heal from the wounds of a long and bloody war. They have become instead ruthless, undying killing machines who are determined to exert their mastery over the galaxy once more.Īcross the galaxy, this ancient and terrible species is stirring back to life. Yet out of a desire for vengeance against the more fortunate long-lived, ancient xenos people called the Old Ones, and the trickery of the godlike intelligences known as the C'tan, the Necrons shed their original organic forms and lost all forms of compassion and empathy. The Necrons are a completely robotic humanoid species whose technological prowess is probably unmatched by any of the other intelligent species of the galaxy. At long last, however, they are beginning to awaken from their Tomb Worlds, for the galaxy is ripe for conquest and the restoration of the Necron Empire since the disappearance of the Old Ones more than 60 million standard years ago. The Necrons are ancient beyond reckoning, predating even the birth of the Aeldari. They are the soulless creations and former servants of the ancient C'tan, the terrible Star Gods of Aeldari myth. The Necrons are a mysterious xenos species of humanoid, robotic skeletal warriors that have lain dormant in their stasis-tombs for more than 60 million Terran years, though they have begun to awaken at last. The Ankh of the Triarch, ancient royal symbol of the unified Necron Empire still used and respected by every current Necron dynasty. Inquisitor Bronislaw Czevak at the Conclave of Har " There is a terrible darkness descending upon the galaxy, and we shall not see it ended in our lifetimes."
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