Disclaimer: This is just a fanfiction of an cross over between Overlord (the anime and light novel) and the Warhammer 40k verses. I will take any feed back in the review section so please keep it civil.

The day of yggdrasil is coming to an end. Upon the throne of obsidian is an undead being, an overlord the most powerful evolution of undead. Counting the unavoidable shutdown of the server by his lonesome, an invitation to celebrate or rather to mourn the shutdown of Yggdrasil has been sent but at last, there was no response. Momonga alone upon the throne of King a world-class item, at first the celebration was to be at the round table room but with the timer creeping closer to the end and no sign of his guildmate, momonga decided to switch his location to the grand hall where

He could be by his lonesome.

"ye it was really fun"

23:58;59

With a sound of sudden stoppage, the statis sarcophagus finally got to rest after millennia of operation. Stepping out of it is the figure of Momonga, even for over 60 millennia of motionless inside the sarcophagus, there is no sign of muscle ache, nor is there any visible degeneration sighted. Because the being name Momonga does not have any biological function. What Momonga is a Necron, a Necron overlord to be exact, humanoid robotics being made out of a living necrodermis metal. With a skeletal structure adorned by the finest rob with a trim of gold the robe slightly part exposed his bare chest molded like a rib cage it house most of the mechanical function for his robotic body to operate at optimal performance, although exposed only a fool would presume it as a weak point, for the necrodermis hull of an necron overlord is mostly invulnerable.

A green emerald light spark from Momonga's eye socket.

"A dream? No, it can't be my robotics body couldn't allow for such an experience, but I could not deny it."

Momonga scans the throne room

"the structure is similar but with a different design, it seems that the dream I experienced takes the idea or rather re-enacted my and the guild's early life before and after our biotranferanence."

Panic spewed in as Momonga pondering of how a robotic being like himself can dream, much less do so inside a statis field.

"wait. I'm feeling panicky, how can such a phenomenon happen?"

As curiosity overpowers panic, pondering about his newly found emotion, Momonga reaches out for the only possible answer. He peers behind to see a magnificently crafted throne, its purpose is to house the c'tan shard and use the power of said shard of god to power the tomb world.

"prolonged exposure has seemed to imprint me with some form of emotions, it must be a simulation or whatnot, maybe by the nature of the c'tan god, this shard is a part of. The battle was hard fought and the cost was immense, but our oppressive ruler has paid the price."

Recollecting the day of aizn own gown, Momonga focuses back on the task at hand.

"Now that I have awakened, the activation of the tomb world is of the highest priority."

Looking to the left of him to another sarcophagus present in the room, the guardian overseer resides.

"albedo"

Like himself, Albedo is a Necron. Unfortunately, she does not have the body needed to preserve her ego, at least not at the beginning of the biotranference.

Approaching Albedo, Momonga we're started with the amount of data flooding in the sheer amount of data his friend has placed to the guardian tell that he treasures the memory of his daughter very much.

Skimming through the end of the datasheet, Momonga notices an odd description.

"by the way she a bitch"

Feeling immensely disappointed with his friend's choice of words, Momonga decided to repair the issue.

"even if you are the father such wording towards your daughter is acceptable, the mistake of a member is the duty of the leader to correct."

With a just causes now with him, Momona accessed Albedo's data stream to start 'correcting' her.

"hmm but what should I be changing it to?"

While he pondering of what to do next. Momonga fails to notice a sense of mischief creeping in.

"she is in love with Momonga"

Shame quickly fills his chest, He quickly covers his face in embarrassment. If there were a heart in there it would have burst out.

Although he wanted to rewrite it again. In the end, he decided not to and focus on the task at hand.

"I have wasted enough time. Rise, Albedo"

With the command uttered, Momonga issue a mental command to the statis sarcophagus. It opens up with the status field disabled after millennia of operation, revealing the form of the guardian overseer. Not looking like any other Necron, for there is not a shining metallic substance present upon her figure except for her necklace and a pair of horns protruding out from the flowing lustrous jet-black hair reaching down her waist. Her figure is plumb with a kind of gel-like metal metal substance created to be a imitation of flesh and skin, it life-like and is as soft and as smooth as possible. In contrast to her lustrous jet black hair is a pure white dress a drone of her bountiful figure. Her face reminds him of the aeldary race their sworn enemy with its slim features but it is not as lengthy and more akin to the structure of a necrotyr. What reminded him of the aeldary is the missing sunken frail sickness of the necrontyr. Even so, he could not deny the fact that she is very beautiful.

Albedo opens her eye to a slit pupils amis the emerald iris. In addition, a pair of black feathers wings emerge from her waist.

While immersing himself in Albedo's appearance, Momonga fail to notice her action until it was already too late. Being tacked to the ground, a panic appears then comes to a sense of disappointment.

'I have accomplished nothing worth betrayal for, and to think Nebula would use his daughter to end me upon my awakening, why not do so during the status sleep, is that why I have not seen any of my guild mates as of yet?'

Resigning himself to end his friend Sprouts, Momonga prepares his hand.

"hmm?"

The conviction has not been seen since before the bio transference was melted away not by the audacity of this failed assassination attempt, but by the fact that no such thing has happened at all. Instead of the sound of metal ripping apart, a soft moaning reaches his audio receiver.

"hmm?"

As it was there are far too many things he does not understand, and confusion well up inside of him. So much so that makes his mind short-circuited.

Momonga could do nothing but stare dumbly at Albedo, who currently straddling him.

With her face drawing nearer and the breathing getting even more intense. Such action caused Momonga to snap out of his trans-state, with his mind returned to normal. Momonga pushes away Albedo stopping her advance. Unbeknownst to him such action would be a catalyst for an entirely worst situation. Momonga does not lack experience in pushing other Necron away. The most optimal way is to push from the thorax where the most critical machinery is housed. But in this case, what awaits his palms is Albedo's bountiful chest, sinking in the gel-like metal substance Momonga's moment experiences a perverted discomfort making him again lose his composer.

"fuu... Ahh"

Letting out another sensual moan, Albedo continue her advance with renewed vigor.

The image of Albedo is no less different than a beast in heat, quenching the passion that is stirring inside Momonga. Still feeling uneasy about his newly found emotions, Momonga hesitantly release his hand from Albedo ample peak and just simply order the guardian to stand down.

"Albedo cease your action and stand back."

Without a moment of loss, Albedo quickly backed down and immediately assume an apology poses.

"Please forgive this humble servant, to approach the supreme being in such a shameful manner is..."

"Enough I know of what is currently occurring with your system. And in a way that is more or less a fault of mine."

Trying to change the subject matter, Momonga inwardly let out a silent sigh of joy. To be able once again to experience and express true emotions was worth the uncomfortable situation.

"but to..."

Not wanting to explain any further. Momonga decided to give Albedo a task, knowing that the guardian would complete it with aplomb. But it will also occupy her for a moment, at least until he can make sense of his inner turmoil.

"go and awaken the other guardian, then give me a status report of the condition of the tomb word and the surrounding guardian world."

"Your will shall be done supreme one"

Albedo quickly leaves the throne room, her strive is elegant yet swift showing her eagerness for her task.

Looking to his right to see 7 sets of stasis sarcophagus belonging to the pleidies seven sisters and their leader Sebastian, unlike Albedo these necron does not possess any false skin, apart from their unique uniform they look exactly like any necron should. Freeing them from the statis state, Momonga immediately orders Sebas and the six sisters to investigate the surface area of the tomb world.

"Check for any change in the surface, if you encountered any changed to the surroundings make a retreat and report your priority."

With the command issue, sebas and the sister swiftly exited the throne room leaving Momonga by his lonesome.

Finally alone, Momonga collapses to his. throne. In his mind the first interaction after million of year were playing back repeatedly. A mixture of shame and embarrassment swirling inside of him.

"uwa ... How embarrassing"

Momonga'sa age have reach to the millions, but his ability to interact with the opposite sex of his species is poor to put it mildly. An argument can be made in the time before the bio transference with the female member of his guild but Momonga never made any advances not to tread them any different form the male member. He never learn much about woman, such ignorant lead to the situation at hand.