Warhammer: I don't want to be a stinky can! ! !

Chapter 839 [281.] The Noble

(My own Necrontology weapons, my own Necrontology settings. I forgot to mention that the settings for the previous Tyranid were also made up by me. Since GW didn't fill in the gaps, I could only make them up.)
You are aware of your greatness.

The Milky Way therefore bows before you.

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The stars trembled, but it was just a joke in its eyes.

The floor is paved with a huge piece of black stone, leading to the road of glory and power. Dark green runes flow and gather towards the top of the mountain at the knees of the kneeling ministers. The throne is towering, piercing into the royal hall. A darkness far deeper than the Milky Way appears here. Under the handrails, which are winding like pythons, each scale is inlaid with treasures that are hard to find in the entire galaxy.

The king stopped his hand from tapping the armrest.

"Provoke me... Provoke the Necrontyr, is it really so interesting?"

Whispers echoed in the royal hall, and the group of Necrons fell silent. In order to eliminate their stupidity, the Silent King had to make some concessions in his rage, and temporarily let them "forget" their unbearable character.

Only the quiet hum of the mind center remained.

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"The Silent King!!!"

Trazyn screamed at full volume. Part of its fleet was directly dispersed by the Silent King's sudden attack. The Endless had to retreat immediately in embarrassment.

"It's using banned weapons - damn, was that the ban it signed in the first place?!!!! Didn't that batch of megastructures get destroyed?!!!"

Taraxin gritted his teeth, and the engine in his body ran at super power, forcing his fleet to avoid the ultra-long-range attack from the Silent King and retreat immediately.

At the same time, the Necrons almost rolled and crawled to the porthole on the side of the battleship, and with a bang, Trazyn pressed his metal face tightly against the porthole, his fluorescent eyes flashing.

It saw a planet that was pierced and destroyed. The blow directly created a hollow ball on the spherical celestial body with a volume no less than one-third of the planet's volume, penetrating the entire planet.

Countless dark purple planetary fragments were scattered in the void, but what worried Trazyn the most was the darkness.

I saw some kind of pure black smoke like a planetary storm rising in the cavity of the pierced planet, and a dark rainstorm was rolling up on the entire surface of the planet.

Hades was hurt, absolutely hurt, Trazyn thought, and he probably knew what the Silent King was using—

Even over the long years, under the instruction of the Silent King, most of the Necrons have blurred their memories of how they shattered the Star God.

But Trazyn still managed to restore a moment of truth based on his vague memory and archaeological evidence. That was the "spear". According to the records of several Necron dynasties, the Silent King used a spear to smash the Burning One.

But that is definitely not a "spear" that can be held in the hand.

These concrete weapon names are actually the names of a series of artificial giant celestial bodies:

But after the Necrons concluded that the C'tan would never pose a threat, the Silent King promised to destroy the megastructures.

Because the maintenance and use of these megastructures will bring unbearable tears to the Milky Way, some megastructures will cause an entire A-class galaxy with abundant resources to disappear for every nanosecond they run; some megastructures will accelerate the expansion and chaos of the subspace, and their howling will even continue to give birth to the formation of subspace secondary gods; some megastructures will directly and irreversibly distort the physical laws of the entire galaxy, causing the originally simple theorems to wither into a distorted state that is not suitable for civilization to understand.

Each of these megastructures was built by the Necrontyr with the intention of sacrificing the entire galaxy as they were at war with the Old Ones and had learned of the C'tan's deception of them.

At that time, the Necrontyr - or the Necrons had fallen into despair and madness of the entire race, and they were eager to make everything pay the price for their never-resurrection!

Several of the most talented weapon designers in the entire Necron civilization were selected. At the cost of burning all their personality templates and memories, they designed the arrows of revenge that the Necrons threw at the Star Gods.

Before the war was over - the Necrontyr never intended for anything to survive!
But the war was over after all. After the disappearance of the Old Saints and after the wrath of the Necrontyr shattered several Star Gods, the Silent King, the greatest king in the history of the Necrontyr, the sinner who led the entire race into the abyss.

Faced with a galaxy full of trauma, this extremely morally obsessed necrophile chose to lay down his butcher knife.

The Galaxy is unable and powerless to withstand another War in Heaven, and the pain of the War in Heaven will exist forever. The entire galaxy will fall into an extremely long winter, and will never develop another civilization of the level of the Old Saints and the Necrontyr. The process of nurturing civilization in the galaxy has fallen into a long period of decline.

The once glorious temple was burned down to the ground, leaving only insects and the corpses of saints on the wasteland.

So the Silent King left behind the tomb and turned around to exile himself from the galaxy.

During the long years, the King of Silence has repented, suffered, collapsed, been ruthless, and numb.

Even though the party and political strife within the Dynasty of the Fearful of Death was fierce and the infighting was brutal at that time, it was it that ultimately determined the ritual of biological transformation.

Pushed to the final decision by a group of confused feudal kings - they massacred those dynasties that disagreed with the bio-transformation and pushed the opponents into the abyss.

The cruelty of the past eventually made the Silent King wake up. Before self-exile, he advocated and drafted countless laws to protect the galaxy; he voluntarily destroyed the galaxy-destroying megastructures controlled by the Necrontyr - even though he did not know how to use them, he could not be sure that the Necrontyr with ulterior motives would have the authority to steal these weapons; and he returned the power to choose the fate of the remaining Necrontyr.

At the same time, the Necrons will keep a close eye on the new civilizations, ensuring that they do not bleed the galaxy again, and that another War in Heaven does not occur.

The Silent King may be confessing his sins.

Now all it does is try to restore life to the ruins of the entire galaxy.

But Trazyn thought that was all bullshit. The Silent King was obviously escaping. If it truly repented, it would not have taken so long to make up its mind to try to find the souls of the Necrontyr again.

After that, Trazyn searched for these megastructures many times to see whether the Silent King had really destroyed them according to the regulations. Various evidences and facts told him that the Silent King was indeed a moral lunatic and those megastructures had been rendered harmless by the Necrons.

This is why Trazyn believes that the Human Empire has a chance of winning the battle against the Silent King, because the most terrifying weapons of that time have been destroyed, and the existing capabilities of the Necrons are definitely not enough to replicate them.

The power of these megastructures is a complete dimensionality reduction attack on the current galactic civilization!
It's like everyone is using infantry to fight planes, and suddenly a heavily armed man comes with a two-dimensional foil.

This is a chicken feather!!!
It was not used in the previous battle with the Storm King, probably because it was an internal struggle within the dynasty. Just like two parties fighting for power would never launch nuclear bombs at each other, they would not completely destroy the army and territory that might belong to them next.

If Trazyn were still a Necrontyr, then its pulse would probably tremble violently, and it would be so shocked that it could hardly breathe -

The Silent King personally used the weapons that he had promised to destroy!

Alarm bells rang in Trazyn's mind. His first reaction was to wonder where the Silent King, that old Deng, had hidden this giant celestial body? He had never discovered it before!
After all, even if it is not allowed, the resources required to maintain a giant celestial body are astronomical! Not to mention that as long as the giant celestial body exists, it will continue to pollute the star region around it!
To what extent has the Silent King's capital been exaggerated? !

Seeing that the situation in Hades was not good, Trazyn knocked on the window anxiously.
"Hades?! Hades—Run!!!"

When the Silent King unleashes his fury, there will be more than one spear of vengeance.

Hades is now absolutely - even Pluto can't withstand another spear attack! After all, these giant structures were originally designed to shatter complete star gods! As long as the core is hit, a complete star god can't withstand a single shot!
Now using the "spear" to attack a Star God fragment - what a waste! It's almost like using a cannon to shoot a mosquito!
But it can also be proved indirectly that the Silent King really has no other better way to attack Hades now.

Trazyn prayed desperately that the last shot did not hit Hades directly - that should be the case. The core "inner flame" of the spear did not directly touch Hades, but the outer "afterglow" did hit him.

Trazyn was so nervous that he made extremely stupid movements. He slammed the porthole and stared at the dead silent planet, as if Hades could hear his cry.

"Run - run, Hades - jump immediately! Jump immediately! Don't stop!!"

Trazyn roared in despair - but it knew that even if it jumped, it could not escape, the Necrons' attack was automatically guided.

But what else can it do besides make Hades run?!

The void blocked the heart-wrenching cries of the Necrons, and the stars in the sky just trembled. At the other end of the dark sky, the broken planets and the broken gods fell silent.

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[Vox] barely regained consciousness amid the violent shaking.

As soon as he regained his senses, the self-proclaimed brave demon immediately fell to the ground in pain and began to roll over and vomit.

He has reached the front line.

This was the only thought in Vox's head that was filled with the urge to vomit. It forced its way into his brain, because the intensity of the black domain had never been stronger than this.

——Fragment of Will——

He might have been lying there for quite a while, because when Vox's body finally adapted to the place, he struggled to get up and found a lot of debris floating in the sky, as if it had been burned to pieces by some high-energy attack.

…What on earth happened?
[Vox] didn't know. If he had the same alertness as [Herrera] at this moment, he would have discovered that the Death Guard who were supposed to arrive at the battlefield with him did not come with him.

But [Vox] doesn't care, and isn't too lazy to care.

His first and final goal was to die - to die in the dark domain of Hades.

He realized that this was about to happen, and Vox felt sincerely encouraged. He was happy that the world would finally have one less dirty soul, and he was excited that the world would finally have one more person who could sleep peacefully.

[Vox] didn't even think about Hades. Being able to arrive safely was already the greatest luck. What else could he ask for?

Without further ado, [Vox] hurriedly dragged his heavy steps and began to try to get to the position that made him most dizzy step by step.

The high concentration of black domain almost suffocated him. [Vorx] felt that the colors were gradually disappearing from his sight, and then the whole world was left with only black, white and gray. The last bit of roar of [Khorne] also disappeared, leaving only absolute silence... calmness.

He hadn't felt so calm... so relieved in a long time.

[Vox] has already thought about his own ending, which is to die in this darkness. With the strength of his soul, he will never be able to reach the vicinity of Pluto, but [Vox] still forced himself to cheer up and take every extra step he could.

After all, he promised the Mechanical Sage something.

[Vox] held up the black sickle that was much taller than him and obviously heavier than the sickle he usually used, and forced himself to walk step by step towards the rising black sun.

He will eventually run aground on that dark shore.

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Noble Szalak, last and greatest of the Silent Kings, raised an eyebrow in surprise.

The long-sealed "Judgment of Ra" was indeed inaccurate and did not hit the target directly—

But this was also expected. After all, this giant celestial body had been silent for too long, and the attack just now was just a warm-up.

This giant structure was originally specially designed to crush the Burner, and its special attack ability is somewhat weaker than that of other star gods.

Far beyond the void, in a hidden corner that even the Endless cannot penetrate, the forbidden object that transcends time and space is spinning, rejoicing at being activated once again.

Abstract geometric lines that are difficult to describe and cannot be absolutely determined by observation are rotating. If we force ourselves to describe it in words, before this weapon is put into use, it looks like a twisted shuttle.

Countless lines of different dimensions were twisted and squeezed into this masterpiece. There were no so-called rune arrays and energy stones that could be understood by wisdom. There were only lines, countless twisted, rotating lines carved by the Death-fearers that made up this giant wonder.

There are only lines, pure lines - and within dozens of light years of the star region where this wonder exists, there is deathly silence. Everything is made up of chaotic colors, and there is no corner with distinct colors.

And a spear.

Out of caution, the Silent King left behind one last megastructure, the Judgment of Ra, after destroying most of the megastructures. This was a decision made after careful consideration. For restrictions and maintenance reasons, this surviving megastructure can only be activated once, and the activation period is three hours. At the same time, its ammunition only allows two attacks.

It took one spear to crush the Burner, so there are still two left.

After three attacks, "Ra's Judgment" will disintegrate on its own.

The Silent King pondered, tapping his forehead with his metal fingers. He was so angry that he wanted to let the remaining spear go directly to the Infinite One Trazyn.

but……

The Silent King was silent. He raised his eyes casually, appreciating and listening to Pluto's screams and broken pieces, but his gaze did not fall on the fragment of the Star God that made him furious.

It really makes her worry...

The huge blue energy body was reflected in the eyes of the Silent King. The final war in the past had not yet ended, and there was only a small tail left.

In the end, it is still it that has to clean up.

The Silent King stood up, and his scepter beside him emitted an eternal and supreme glory.

Pluto must not be allowed to stay. The growth potential contained in this twisted fragment of the star god is too terrifying. If it is allowed to grow, it will only bring about the next intergalactic disaster - humans are too greedy and do not know what kind of monster they have raised.

As for the remaining spear in the Silent King's hand...it's better to keep it for now. Compared to the insatiable humans, the great Szalak knows what he should do.

But now...

It wants to destroy the monster with its own hands.

The monster that had been severely injured and was dying.

This time, it is determined to win.

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[Onboard the Subspace Endurance]

【? ! ! 】

In the warp, Mortarion was suddenly startled. He felt an uncontrollable panic. The Primarch looked up, and his pupils, covered by white mist, reflected the physical world that was equivalent to this warp.

There, something huge, crushing, and unquestionable cut through the starry sky - in a trance, Mortarion even thought it had the power to shatter Chaos in one blow.

[…What is that?]

"Mortarion! Focus!"

Karas, whose figure was blurred in the white mist, shouted. Because of the violent turbulence of the warp, he assisted Mortarion in positioning himself and held on to his scythe tightly to avoid falling down.

Karas, who was fully committed to fighting the turbulence of the subspace, was naturally unlike Mortarion, who could vaguely see the projection in the physical world at this moment.

【what is that? ! 】

Mortarion cried out in disbelief once more.

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[On another ship "Endurance" in the subspace]

[Mortarion] collapsed in agony within the magic circle covering the entire deck. He struggled to his knees, his hands tightly grasping his neck. Above it, the originally dim chain-like runes were now shining brightly, and bright blue fireworks were burning.

[Guilliman... Damn you... Damn you!!!]
[Mortarion] roared, veins popping out from his forehead. He cursed and roared with all his might, his originally handsome face distorted like a devil.

However, the spells did not give him a break. They began to climb like an inverted crown covered with thorns, taking root deep in his flesh and blood, and in the marrow of his soul, breathing and stinging his soul.

Typhons has disappeared, Vorcus has set out on a journey alone to find "Him", Herrera is temporarily hiding in Angron's army, and at this moment, Mortarion is only surrounded by his warrior offspring who are almost like slaves.

Meanwhile, most, or even all, of the soldiers around him were not truly loyal to him, but to a blue man with a shining smile.

Therefore, at the moment when Mortarion fell, the large-scale orbit-fixing sorcery should have failed, but the descendants around him all seemed to regard Mortarion as air, and the think tanks who were chanting the spell were still chanting the spell in an orderly manner, but the content was slightly different from before.

[Ahem!]
[Mortarion] blood gushed out of all his orifices, and he fell to the ground exhausted again. His dark dirty blood splattered on the magic circle and flowed under the helmets and boots of his descendants. The blue light around his neck became brighter and brighter.

[You picked this fucking time? ! You picked this fucking time? ! ! Guilliman? ! ! I should have known you had it all planned out ! ! ! - Are you that crazy? ! Robert ! ! ! Aren't you afraid that they will fail? ! ! ! Aren't you afraid that the Outer Ones or the Silent King will kill us all? ! ! !]
[Mortarion] cursed madly and struggled like a devil crawling out of hell. He ignored the burning pain and forced his hands to his neck. He stabbed his ten fingers into his neck as if he wanted to tear off the runes. Black blood immediately flowed out along the primarch's pale nails.

[You——cough cough cough! Ugh!!!]
Mortarion struggled and cursed, his face was ugly and ferocious like a monster. In the orderly command hall,

He was the only one who looked extremely embarrassed.

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Another fate line

【now】

[Don't be so stingy. You can't beat me anyway. Just do me a favor, Mortarion.]
Guilliman spoke casually as he stretched out his hand to touch the bright blue mandrakes planted in the flowerbed. The flowers swayed gently in the wind between his palms, making his palms itch.

Guilliman smiled.

The weather in Terra was just right at the moment, shining on his golden hair, making every strand look as glorious as if it were made of gold.

There was no [Luo Jia] following him at this moment.

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【Toughness】

"?!"

Karas suddenly coughed up a mouthful of blood, feeling that the entire stable fleet of Death Guard ships was suddenly under an abnormal psychic attack.

The next moment, the Endurance suddenly trembled - this was an almost fatal fluctuation to the psychic who was piloting the ship!
The entire Astropath Hall suddenly went dark, the jump was forced to be interrupted, Karas spat out blood again, bent over and started coughing up blood violently.

Around him, the other auxiliary psychics in the magic circle had their heads exploded or collapsed straight to the ground.

Because of the attack and the forced interruption of the warp psychic spell, the Primarch was now in a very miserable state. In the deepest part of the thick white fog, Mortarion started coughing, but he was still in better condition than everyone else.

The Primarch raised his eyes slowly and sinisterly, squinting to look directly in front of him, where frost was spreading on the deck and the air was filled with the unique stench of short-distance transmission.

[I think you should think of this scene.]
Mortarion said this lightly, with a mad smile in his eyes.
His handsome face was still as perfect as marble, but his long hair, which had never been messy all year round, was now extremely messy. If you looked closely, you would find sporadic black bloodstains on his white hair.

[Betrayal, rebellion, right now.]
Mortarion's face was grim. He had known this day would come - but he had never thought it would be now. He had thought that at least the two Guillimans had reached an agreement on the subject of the Silent King and the Outer Ones.

That is, as long as the Silent King and the Outsiders are still alive, there will be no falling out.

What's more... he originally thought that his other self would at least not choose a node that had not yet successfully assisted Hades.

At least what Mortarion showed was that he was willing to support Hades.

The Primarch stared at the First Rebel angrily, his anxiety growing. Something had obviously happened on Hades' side, but he was being delayed again.

Killing intent, absolute killing intent appeared in Mortarion's eyes.

[Your so-called attitude before was just a lie? Hypocrite, you even fooled Karas. ]

Mortarion spoke hoarsely, and the chief rebel said nothing, but just smiled coldly. For some reason, the chief rebel had a ghost mask around his neck, which he was not used to showing to others, just covering his originally exposed neck.

[There is no kindness in this world,]
Mortarion said softly, reaching out, the sickle solidified in his hand.

[Only malice... Mortarion... only absolute malice.]
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Pluto was panting.

He was injured, seriously injured. Perhaps it was the first time since he became like this that he was in such a mess... The newly born Star God had never witnessed the miracles created by the individuals who feared death in the past. He felt his senses covered by a layer of black haze, and his sense of the entire galaxy was fading. He felt his strength draining away, and his body was definitely broken in more than one place.

Hades struggled as hard as he could to stand up. He looked ahead in a daze. He returned to the continent again, and the shouts of the greenskin warlord seemed to still echo in his ears.

He was tricked by a greenskin - at the cost of his life.

Fragments of the green-skinned giant ship flew into the air, shattered to the point where their original appearance could no longer be seen. These vital creatures were evaporated the moment the attack came, leaving only scattered fragments of the giant ship floating on the surface of the planet.

And among the bleak debris, the King of Silence descended.

Pluto stretched his senses as far as possible, but he only felt burning. The King of Silence, whose body was filled with the light of sunrise, slowly walked down from the warship floating in the sky with an indifferent expression.

"I finally see you again, you arrogant little thing."

"..."

The Silent King watched as Pluto, who was originally gasping for breath in front of him, suddenly swelled up. This fragment of the Star God was just a spent force, struggling to face the Silent King's final attack.

"It's a pity that you didn't hide it well in the end."

The Silent King said calmly that the space around it was distorted. This was some special technology - the Necrons had already let go of most of their original moral constraints.

The enemy mistook its restraint for cowardice.

They looked at each other quietly, as if they were just waiting for the Silent King to land before they could start fighting. Hades roared like a wounded beast, seemingly thinking about how to escape.

But this time Trazyn would not let Him get away, and He had no way to retreat.

"Want to run away? Go back to your world of mortals who are willing to risk their lives for you?"

The Silent King said calmly,

But Hades showed a cruel and greedy smile,

+I was just thinking about how to eat you...Necrons.+
"arrogant."

The Silent King said, blinking his eyes, and the next moment, the Gauss cannon from orbit illuminated the desert in front of it, as well as its thin metal face. The Silent King simply witnessed it all.

Five seconds later, the emerald green light dissipated and darkness surged like a raging wave.

+This is all you have? +
A provocative voice came from the Styx, but the King of Silence remained silent. If it really ignored the overall situation, the current King of Hell would have been wiped out by the spear.

The wind is getting stronger.

Suddenly, a discordant noise broke the confrontation! A loud shout—a shout from the throat that Szalak hated the most.

There were sounds of commotion in the sky, and provocateurs appeared beside the Silent King's army, which was waiting in formation.

The brilliant green teleportation light floated around him. Not far away in the desert, a tall Necromancer stood proudly, with its silver-white cloak fluttering in the wind.
The Eternal Glory, the Thousand-Faced Phantom, the ambitious man competing for the galaxy, the necrophile who is forever pursuing souls, the director of the largest museum in the galaxy, the Galaxy, and the great star-god fragment, Pluto's evil friend, Trazyn, is on the stage!
The Infinite One swung his staff and pointed his sword at the Silent King! He shouted with full energy!

"Siza——"

Silent King Szalak raised his hand, and a wave of light emanated from his scepter - brighter than any before.

Snapped!
A scorch mark appeared where Trazyn had been, along with a pool of melted silver liquid metal.

Trazyn was defeated.

+……+
Even though Hades was seriously injured and unable to think too much, he couldn't help but twitch his thoughts. Finally, relying on his remaining sanity, Hades sent a "run" message to another clone of Trazyn, and also sent it and its troops a way - Hades hoped that the direction was the troops of Phineus.

+Heh, why don't you just focus on fighting me? In your eyes, I'm already this bad? +
"..."

The Silent King turned his wrist, and the strengthened rune array flowed on his body like a stream on a summer afternoon. It was bigger and more dazzling than the last time Hades saw it, and it also had a more... evil aura.

“Don’t underestimate it.”

"There is absolutely no reason for you to escape this time."

+Heh. +
The next moment, just when the King of Silence was as dazzling as the rising sun, the Hades water around the King of Hell suddenly rolled over, creating waves that reached the sky!

"?!"

Time stands still, from the last moment, the next tick of will continues,
The Silent King "saw" the sickle blade that was only one centimeter away from the energy core of its body. The Hades who broke out from the dark water had already leaped behind it, and seemed determined to succeed in this sneak attack.

"madness."

The Silent King said - time began to flow again, and the sickle that seemed to be forever indestructible and slashed towards its body suddenly turned into liquid metal and splashed into the air.

+?! +
Realizing that something was wrong, Hades seemed to want to jump away immediately, but the King of Silence would not let him go. Hot flames rose up and Hades' body was instantly burned.

The Silent King calmly watched the leaping Hades disappear again. The Underworld Sea that almost covered the entire continent rolled up, and green flames gradually ignited on it.

"emission."

The Silent King gave the order, and the fleet of warships in the sky immediately launched a new round of salvos.

The whole world seemed to be burning. A huge flow of energy spanned the sky and the earth like a pillar supporting the sky. Violent particles roared towards the earth and into the rolling underworld, stimulating the screaming black water.

Round after round of shooting,

Therefore, a more ancient and real existence finally appeared, rising from the dark sea that spanned the entire continent and stretched for tens of thousands of miles. With His appearance, the entire ocean seemed to be drained.

Szalak watched coldly as the fragment of the star god named "Pluto".

It was an absolute black, and on the outside it looked like an amorphous liquid, which could be shaped into any form according to any thought. It could be the sharpest sickle, or an unknown mountain on the side of the road. It could imitate anything, and transform into whatever form any living being expected according to their imagination.

Any existence that sinks into Him will only cause the water level to rise.

But the only thing that remains unchanged is the purest darkness, just like... a crack in the entire world.

No existence can change its color.

The Silent King nodded silently. He saw the tiny spots of light and balls floating beside the monster, with different brightness and colors - these were the subspace energies that he had not yet had time to digest.

"It's so ugly."

The Silent King sighed and said,

"This is what Pluto looks like."

He has completely abandoned His physical body and transformed into an absolute energy state, which means being stronger, but it also means... that He can be further shattered.

There were no more extra words, and in an instant -

Suddenly, everything went dark in front of the Silent King's eyes, and then he realized that it was the overwhelming arrows from Pluto!

Each arrow is a beam of extremely high-speed particle stream - carrying absolute energy, heading straight for the Silent King!

In nanoseconds, the scepter in the hand of the Silent King burst into light at an unimaginable speed, like tens of millions of shining green stars rising at the same time. The heat that was enough to melt the black stone instantly filled the entire space, and the sharp edge that was stabbing at it suddenly dulled.

Before the Silent King could attack again, darkness rolled over and pounced on it, like a giant hand, and the Silent King seemed to fall into the endless night.

It felt that the laws around it were silently twisting and changing, but Szalak was no pushover! Its eyes shone with light, and its body, which had been wailing with metal because of the change in the laws, immediately returned to normal.

Thunder as thick as a dragon cut through the rolling night and illuminated the surrounding area in a trance. The King of Silence saw the emerald green meteor shower falling from the sky, and the star god lightning rushing from the earth pierced through its fleet.

But it still couldn't seriously injure the Silent King!

A sound representing an annihilation reaction hummed from the hands of the Silent King, and violent energy visible to the naked eye was rapidly gathering here. As the sound grew louder and louder, the originally colorful light all over the Silent King's body quickly dimmed, and the green flame in its eyes that seemed to represent the soul also quickly faded.

Szalak held his scepter high. The light that could illuminate millions of galaxies could not penetrate the darkness at this moment, and could only illuminate a small, weak world.

The Silent King narrowed his eyes.

That's it!

It suddenly threw the violent energy body in its hand that was reacting violently, just like throwing a stone far into the abyss. The whistling wind echoed in Szalak's ears. The Silent King had already dimmed at this moment, and the light all over its body seemed to be tired.

But the Silent King's expression was relaxed, as if he was so sure of something—

Far away, far away, as if it was very far away, there was suddenly a brilliant sound of fireworks explosion, followed by an extremely long and sharp roar.

Then the darkness began to recede.

The Silent King laughed heartily.

It stumbled and saw the light again, and when it felt its feet on the ground again, Szalak almost stumbled.

Then it looked up, and saw a severely injured fragment of a star god who had lost all five senses and was too exhausted to fight again, among the stranded and broken warships at low tide.

It's over, it's finally over.

The timing... is just right.

The Silent King felt himself visibly relieved.
Above the vast desert, above the heads of two tiny individuals, the boundless Milky Way began to shine faintly.

The Silent King staggered and raised the Staff of Eternal Glory in his hand, and the light lit up.

"--etc!!!!!"

A loud shout came from behind the Silent King, and at the same time, a huge sound of breaking through the air came from behind the Silent King!

Trazyn again?!

Szalak cursed in his heart. Fortunately, Hades was temporarily seriously injured and blinded, and could not launch a sneak attack on it. The Silent King had to divert a little attention and look behind it.

But it was not the Endless One who came.

Incredibly, a psychic light that could never appear in that other side rose up, like morning dew on grass leaves in the early morning, shining yet fragile, reflecting charming light.

The Silent King saw a strange-looking Chaos Khorne Space Marine - he was already very close to him, and unimaginable psychic light exploded on his body, making the black sickle tightly grasped in his hand even darker, like the most eye-catching landmark in the blue sky in broad daylight.

In the meantime, there was a rich black domain energy.

At this moment, the Khorne warrior was rising high, with the black sickle in his hand aimed at the head of the Silent King.

This is - how is this possible?! It is impossible for an ordinary Khorne demon to come quietly behind the Silent King! Even because of fatigue, the Silent King's vigilance is rapidly decreasing!
But this is just a mantis trying to stop a chariot!

The Silent King waved his hand violently, and a huge storm rose up in an instant, sweeping towards the Vox who was slashing in the air, but a powerful spiritual light leaped up again and blocked the Silent King's attack! It was not from Vox, but from a force that the Silent King had not found!

So the Silent King opened his eyes wide and watched the dark sickle coming towards him, but it was in vain!
The hardness of the Black Scythe Obituary was not as good as the body of the Silent King. In a flash, Szalak sneered in his heart as he watched the sickle blade that had just touched his neck break apart.

And this self-proclaimed brave Khorne warrior hadn't even realized this. The Silent King watched as the Khorne warrior bled from all seven orifices, opened his mouth wide, and shouted -

"Hades--!!!! Here!!! In the name of Hades!!!"

This sound brought extremely weak energy to a certain struggling being.

It also aroused His most original motivation, greed - greed for souls!!!
? !!! !!! !!!
wrong? ! ! !
The Silent King, whose mind had slowed down due to the huge amount of energy that had just dissipated, suddenly realized that something was wrong! He wanted to turn back to defend, but it was too late! In his eyes, [Vox]'s behavior was as slow as a child, but the speed of another existence on the battlefield was comparable to it!
Behind it, the hungry underworld sea that had already sensed the scent rushed over! It rolled higher than a thousand-story building! The raging sea was surging!!!

"No!!!!!"

Szalak roared furiously, unwilling to end up in such a place. The originally dim light around him suddenly rose again - facing the surging underworld sea!!!
At the last moment, [Vox] opened his mouth, his eyes were bloodshot, his eyes were wide open, and the pure black was reflected in his pupils, as if he didn't want to miss any detail.

He didn't know how he got there, and he knew he couldn't do it on his own, but as he approached the battlefield, Vox felt himself growing stronger and his steps becoming lighter, like a last gasp.

But he didn't dwell on these details anymore... [Motarion], [Karas], [Herrera]... he left first... [Vox] thought about it and hoped that they could succeed.

Complete darkness engulfed him, and Vox closed his eyes contentedly. In the last moment of his sleep, a pale face suddenly appeared in the total darkness.

"Vox?!"

He heard a familiar voice, and then he fell asleep...

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"Cough, cough, cough!"

The Black Sea was surging and roaring violently. In the middle of the vast ocean, the Silent King knelt on the ground, holding up the Scepter of Eternal Glory in his arms. The light ring on the tip of the scepter left it with the last place to survive in the vast ocean.

"Cough, cough, cough!"

The Silent King made a mechanical, distorted crackling sound, and its entire body dimmed. Its originally tall body had shrunk, and it became just like an ordinary Necron - because after being hit again and again, the Living Metal had to make up for its broken parts again and again, but the Living Metal was constantly decreasing.

"So... So... It's just a slight difference."

...Originally, the Silent King had little time left. It had to fight the Outsiders immediately after killing the Hades - compared to the danger brought by the Outsiders, the Hades was not worth mentioning now.

But it failed, and failed miserably.

The Silent King sighed. Compared to the dim black sea above the planet, the sky was now shining as dazzlingly as daylight.

The gray rhino in the room finally walked over slowly and resolutely.

The outsiders are coming.

"I don't care why you are... cough cough cough..."

The Silent King continued speaking hoarsely.
"Since you have led those from the outer side here, you must know how terrifying they are. The Milky Way can no longer withstand the wrath of a complete star god - if you lead those from the outer side to destroy me and the Necrons..."

"..."

"You win."

The Silent King said calmly, raising his other hand desperately and calmly.

The signal is emitted.

"I am Szalak, the noble Szalak, the last and greatest of the Silent Kings, the Lord of the Galaxy, and I must always be considered by the Galaxy."

In the distance, the countless twisted and tumbling lines began to become active again. The entire shuttle-shaped giant celestial body turned its tip, and some terrifying, absolutely violent energy surged from it!

"First, I will stop attacking Hades."

The Silent King said, glancing at the second clone of Trazyn that was rushing over again - of course, this sentence was not said to the idiot Endless.

"But you must be alert to the power of Hades—cough! Cough cough cough!"

"then,"

The Silent King raised his eyes and looked at Trazyn with disgust. He did see some kind of omen in Trazyn - some kind of hope. He might have supported Trazyn - provided that Trazyn had not betrayed him. But he had already betrayed him, so there was no need to say more.

"I will give my kingdom and my army to Trazyn - in exchange, you must crush all those outside, no matter what means you use."

After undergoing multiple weakenings, the Silent King knew that his current army was not enough to defeat the Outsiders.

"Wait?! What do you mean?!"

The returning hero, Trazyn, shouted, but the Silent King didn't even bother to glance at the Endless. He just stared in front of him, where a piece of paper suddenly appeared - on it were Szalak's words.

+I think you have finally figured it out, great Lord of Silence.+
After many months, a familiar voice of an old friend reappeared - accompanied by the "Star God's Quotes" played by Trazyn.

The golden light pressed down, and the exhausted underworld finally faded away.

A white-haired old man suddenly appeared in front of the two Necrons.

It's Makhado.

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【past】

[Father, I don't understand - why did it have to be Malcador? I think the Spellcaster can rest.]

Guilliman followed Neos and asked seriously, but the confident and mysterious brown-skinned man just smiled confidently and mysteriously.

"Because it can't be any of you. It has to be Malcador."

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"Hehehe... Trazyn..."

Szalak said calmly that as the energy was exhausted, the nano-active machines that made up its body began to dissipate, and the Necron seemed to melt into the air.

"I hope that one day you can regain the souls of those who died, rather than being betrayed by foreigners."

A mocking laugh sounded, and Trazyn stood there in a daze, but there was nothing in front of him.

Then Trazyn gave a loud cry of rage,
"This old Deng just doesn't want me to collect it!"

But is this sentence from the heart, or is it just a habit to hide Trazyn's real and complicated thoughts? No one except Trazyn himself will know.

And above their heads, the green spear that pierced through the galaxy was thrown out again - but this time, it was not aimed at Pluto.

The dazzling blue fireworks exploded in the sky, and then -

Everyone heard the scream of a complete Star God——

——Guilliman frowned and covered his ears. He stood on his battleship and spoke into the communication channel.
[Let the party begin, my brothers.]
At the same time, Guilliman looked outside the battleship without blinking, at the fleet of Finus that was trying to connect with the other side of the human empire.

(End of this chapter)