Invincible after death, but in Warhammer 40K

Zhang Ge first pointed toward Dominika and the steering wheel to indicate that she should take the wheel, then squeezed through between the main and passenger seats to join Amilia, who was partially sticking out of the door, looking back at something.

"What are you trying to do?"

This question was not just a question but also a reminder.

If the sandworm had long been operating beneath the sands, it likely had no external fragile organs; otherwise, the friction with the sand would have crushed those areas, making it unfeasible to climb up and attack its weak points.

The sound of the vehicle and the door being battered by the swirling sand was particularly apparent after the door was opened. Amidst the crackling noise, Zhang Ge did not wait long for a reply.

"Just keep up."

Amilia drew her sword from behind her, and with one hand gripping the doorframe, she leaped onto the roof of the vehicle.

Although Zhang Ge did not have her ease, thanks to his enhanced body, he could support this action without needing to rely on the vehicle's features as before.

He braved the howling winds and enveloping fine sand to reach the vehicle's roof and, using his Mag-boots, stuck himself there, squatting down close to Amilia.

Seeing him approach, Amilia did not shift her focus; instead, she continued to gaze forward. Although she wasn't wearing a helmet, the sand particles would part mysteriously before the flowing silver hair, without a single grain landing on it.

She spoke:

"There's one more chance to observe; pay attention."

This was not difficult to understand; it likely referred to the time left before the sandworm started devouring this vehicle like a snack.

One round would be for observation, and the other would be to implement her plan... but what was the plan?

As this thought circled in his head, the tremors grew increasingly distinct.

Not far away, the sand surface first bulged into a massive mound, and then, starting from the top, countless fine sands began to burst apart like a small volcano expelling its contents.

The mouth of the sandworm appeared from within.

Unlike the dazzling desert illuminated by the sunlight breaking through the clouds, the darkness formed by that gaping opening seemed like a foreshadowing of some tragic conclusion, sharply contrasting with its captivating presence.

Long, sharp teeth were tightly lined up, simply forming a circle, as if even a kindergarten child could draw it.

However, against the backdrop of that massive size, it seemed to signify a kind of concise and irresistible absolute violence.

The flying sand whipped against them, and after a moment of "eye contact" between the two small bugs on the vehicle roof, the sandworm roared and dove back into the sand.

Zhang Ge reached his hand to cover his photo-visor in order to prevent the sand from accumulating and blocking his view.

He watched as the sandworm encircled and followed the tip of its front end as it burrowed underground, its body gradually exposed to the air, seeming to grasp something.

It had a thick and hard chitinous carapace on its exterior; that was its armor, allowing it to freely tunnel through the sand sea.

This made perfect sense... but simply for the sake of countering friction, it wouldn't need to be so heavy.

Such a heavy carapace would imply a high burden and significant energy waste; for a creature that didn't seem to have any natural enemies, there would be no need to become this way unless there was some special reason.

And the answer was obvious—it possessed sensitive bodily sensations and could even feel vibrations from the wheels. However, in this situation, its pain perception became equally sensitive, necessitating the thickened exterior to avoid friction-induced pain.

Thus, her plan was laid bare—the plan itself was simple to the point of being mundane, but the insight and courage behind it were the key.

"Amilia, you really are..."

Zhang Ge had a complicated expression mixed with some difficulty to suppress.

Amilia understood from Zhang Ge's words that he had grasped her plan and replied:

"Then I'll draw its attention, and you go do it."

The vehicle continued moving forward, and the next tremor grew increasingly close, almost reaching the side of the vehicle.

Meanwhile, Amilia's Jump Pack, which she had swapped for after their earlier rest, began its preheating.

The ground swelled, the sandworm leaped, and that close gaping opening seemed to mock the struggles of the two tiny individuals.

Then, pulling on Zhang Ge, Amilia suddenly leaped up, the pack propelling her to almost become a fleeting black shadow, charging directly toward the sandworm's mouth and delivering a kick to one of its sharp teeth's roots.

With a sound of bone-crunching crack that made one's teeth ache, its tooth root abruptly shattered, and a spurt of mixed blood sprayed out, causing a phantom pain just from watching.

For Zhang Ge, it was a psychological effect of phantom pain; for the sandworm, it was evidently more than that.

In this unimaginable pain, it unhesitatingly abandoned the little vehicle, plunging not into the ground to advance further but lunging straight toward the two now so close.

Seeing the first step of the plan coming to fruition and the anger temporarily transferred, Amilia threw Zhang Ge upward, sending him arcing down onto the sandworm's rough exterior.

Zhang Ge rolled several times due to inertia before finally regaining his balance, reaching out to grasp the edge of the cracks on its surface.

There was no time for further thought; no one could guarantee when this giant worm would abandon Amilia and dive back underground.

Zhang Ge drew his sword from his waist, the Power Sword reflecting metallic light.

He suddenly exerted force, transforming it into a beam of cold light that plunged sharply into the sandworm's carapace.

Of course, for the colossal sandworm, this was hardly more than a minor prick—which was precisely why time was of the essence.

If he wanted to make it refrain from diving back into the ground due to pain in order to stall its actions, Zhang Ge needed to cut a small opening to allow sand to pour into the wound and not just stab.

However, even though the sword penetrated to the hilt without resistance, Zhang Ge suddenly found that when he tried to pull the sword out, it wouldn't budge.

By rights, this should have been good news for him, but his intuition was growing stronger, indicating that something was about to happen.

And in that moment, those sensing something were not just Zhang Ge but also the sandworm beneath him.

In its chaotic consciousness, several queries arose in succession, but as a sandworm, it didn't understand those. Even the questioning hadn't been completed when it was brushed away in perception by an accompanying personality cluster.

The Throne Mechanicum Ascension, which was supposed to be accepted by the Knight's Pilots, completed at this moment. The Machine Spirit recognized the sandworm as the new Knight, and the sandworm's "brain" naturally regarded its massive form as its "Knight's Mechanicum."

The closure of a long-separated loop came together at this moment, with the shimmering words "May the proud Knight Errant fulfill their duty" being fulfilled.

The apex predator of the desert was naturally proud, and moving alone while hunting perfectly matched with the original vagueness of the title "Knight Errant."

Externally, although nothing could be perceived visibly or through touch, Zhang Ge, still gripping the sword's hilt and trying to pull it free, felt that ominous sense intensely growing stronger.

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