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Chapter 274 81, The Silent King and the Storm King
Servants and transport vehicles carrying ammunition lined up in long queues at the entrance of the webway, supplying ammunition to all combat units so that they can vent their anger on the demons.

There are too many demons accumulated inside the Webway, they are countless, like raging waves and raging tides. This is destined to be a long and difficult war, but fortunately the empire's warmaster has some free time.

Humanity's force declares the fate of this place, and demons are harvested like weeds.

The Mechanicus's priests led the mechanical servants, carrying huge webway repair devices and moving forward under the protection of the warriors.

Thousands of maintenance slaves and tracked transporters transported large amounts of equipment into the webway.

The coalition forces drawn from various battlefields entered the network in an orderly manner, supporting the restart of this great project.

The data slave in the scarlet robe stared at the electronic board in front of him with absolute concentration, not missing a single piece of data that was skipped.

Dukel charged at the front of the line.

He personally transformed himself into the sharpest spearhead in the charging column, crushing any enemy who dared to block him.

After the scientific research team's technological innovation, the imperial army under Dukel was able to maintain a strong advantage in most wars.

No demon can stop the Slayer, and all the enemies of the Empire standing in his way are destroyed without a trace.

Humanity reoccupied the Webway once built by the Emperor at an extremely fast speed.

Their goal this time, in addition to retaking the Webway, is to repair the huge gap - Magnus's Fool.

As long as this phased goal can be achieved, the Emperor's restrained power can be liberated.

The next phase of the counterattack against the Chaos Gods begins.

The Crusader's Iron Walkers ran forward. Thanks to the joint research of Gris and Cawl, these cyborg creations acquired a more sophisticated target recognition system and an upgraded energy core.

It is equipped with heavy particle cannons, high-energy radiation bombs, and other terrible weapons. These violent firepowers are only for clearing out the demons as quickly as possible and opening the way forward.

An army of robot servants rumbled into the maze-like web route branch. Almost all of these robot servants were transformed from imperial criminals.

Even though Dukel has relaxed the technological restrictions on the Martian Cult, servitors are still the only robots allowed to be used in the Empire so far.

They have high intelligence, but they are not iron men. Most of the robot servants are enhanced humans who have undergone simple operations and are used in wars and daily work.

The Empire does not allow the use of fleshless intelligent machines.

This army of mechanical servants, transformed from criminals, were sentenced to a punishment called thoughtless slavery for violating the laws of the Empire.

This brigade of robot servants is a combat unit specially trained by Mars. Their eyes and noses have been removed and replaced with electronic equipment that can detect most hidden targets.

They are also equipped with a large number of heavy firepower weapons and form a group of mobile combat turrets.

Engineers and Imperial Fists began to build defensive facilities at the captured nodes to protect the fruits of victory.

A large number of maintenance servants, under their orders, are repairing facilities that were damaged ten thousand years ago.

All damaged vehicles, combat units, and wounded soldiers at the front will also be transported here for repair or treatment.

To ensure that this war is foolproof.

Dukel ordered the Military Affairs Department to continuously withdraw troops from battlefields across the galaxy. He even drew ten Imperial Sparks from the Eye of Terror.

These sparks were powerful weapons that were supposed to be used in space battles or to carry out extermination missions, but now they were dropped into the Webway.

They rampaged through the web, crushing enemies within it with ease.

The demons' front was losing ground.

In order to save the declining situation on the battlefield, Chaos wizards joined forces to hold a huge blasphemous ceremony. Some of the dead were resurrected, and those human traitors who had been killed by the Imperial Army were also resurrected in some strange way and joined the war.

But everything they did was in vain.

Dukel had made up his mind.

No matter who joins this war, the result will be the same. Destruction will come in an instant and it will be futile for anyone to try to stop it.

Those human traitors who should have died are now reborn, only to taste the pain of destruction once again.

They can't change anything.

The red flames were burning, Dukel stood with a sword in his hand, thousands of heroes followed behind him, and under the huge Sky Eagle battle flag, there were the wails of endless demons.

"It will take some time." Dukel murmured, as if he was talking to himself, or as if he was communicating with some unknown great being.

But no matter what, he will solve the trouble here as quickly as possible with thundering means.

On the other side of the galaxy, millions of light years away from Terra.

The world of Mandrake, during the War in Heaven, was called the Golden Planet by the Necrontyr.

This is where the great world of the Sotec Dynasty lies.

Of all the known Necron dynasties, the Sotek Dynasty is the most powerful in terms of territory and strength.

The entire dynasty owns eighty tomb worlds and still maintains an extremely strong military force. Although they have remained silent for most of the time so far, they are still the most worrying hidden danger on the eastern border of the Human Empire.

Especially after Storm King Imotekh awakens.

The Sotec Dynasty waged several wars to annex other Tomb Worlds.

With their powerful army, every tomb world they arrived at surrendered to them.

The Storm King is ambitious and tries to restore the Necron Empire. Even in the eyes of this king, the galaxy is still ruled by the Necrontyr, and humans are just a species living in the galaxy, similar to wild animals. Although their numbers are huge, they are not worth mentioning.

After the Silent King formed an alliance with Horus and issued an order from the Triarch, all dynasties have begun to enter the recovery stage.

The Storm King also had to suspend his ambitions.

The leader of the Three Holy Council, the Silent King, has ordered the revival of many dynasties, and the undead are returning.

They must restore their previous technology as much as possible, otherwise, not only will they not be able to restore the glory of the Necrontyr, they may even be led into common destruction by the Imperial Warmaster.

The Storm King was also aware of the threat posed by humans, but his pride made him unwilling to obey the Silent King's orders.

The era of the Trinitarian Council is over.

By now the true Necrontyr have all been killed or wounded.

Although there are still many of their kind who have no self-awareness, how can they be called their kind since they are just shells with intelligence?

Once, at the suggestion of the Protoss, in order to defeat the Old Ones, the Necrontyr were almost forced to participate in the bio-transformation.

At that time, the Necrontyr did not have enough resources to provide every member of the tribe with a body that could fully retain their personality and consciousness.

The best bodies were provided to individuals of noble status, the Emperors and many overlords, as well as their tomb engineers and nobles.

But what's the use? Their souls have been devoured and the most precious thing has been lost.

All these bitter consequences came from the mistakes of the Silent King. In the eyes of the Storm King, he not only did not recognize the Silent King's status, he even thought that the other party was the number one sinner within the species.

Therefore, although the Storm King joined the alliance of the Undead Dynasty, he refused to recognize the status of the Silent King and refused to hand over the command of his army.

He even proposed that the parliament of dynastic overlords be held in his Mandela world.

No one refused, and the most grand and luxurious banquet was held here.

At this grand banquet, the Storm King even prepared fine wine and delicious food.

Although they have lost their bodies and souls, it is not difficult for them to feel tastes and sensations that are more delicate than those of mortals in this mechanical body equipped with cutting-edge technology.

Tasting food and wine helps them remember their glory as Necrontyr during this solemn moment.

At this moment, servants in long robes brought jars of fine wine and colorful fruits and vegetables.

The servants diligently lit incense for the seated guests.

The dynastic overlords admired the harmless technological magic while listening to minstrels singing the epic of the Necrontyr in twenty perfect harmonies.

Meat was cooking in a golden brazier.

There was a faint smell of smoke floating in the air, and the crystal chandelier was trailing with candlelight.

The Necrons present had forgotten how long it had been since they had felt such a scene. Memories of the past were brought back, making them feel like real Necrontyrs, rather than metal skeletons without souls.

Many Overlords came to pay their respects to the Storm King and thanked him for the elaborate banquet.

"Imotik, the Storm King, is so hospitable that one cannot help but praise him. I am sorry to interrupt your enjoyment, but I have to mention that it is not time to enjoy the banquet yet. We have more urgent matters to attend to."

The Silent King stared at the Storm King who was trying to challenge his authority, and the waiter beside him spoke as his mouthpiece.

He knew very well why the Storm King had carefully prepared this banquet; it was an invisible declaration of sovereignty to him.

"Don't be so impatient, Silent King. We have endless years - and this is all thanks to you. We have enough time to enjoy this rare feast. After our souls were taken away, there will be no more banquets of this scale. Such banquets help us recall what we had in the past and promote friendship among our kind."

The Storm King lazily shook the wine in his hand.

As he spoke, the dynasty overlords at the banquet turned their eyes to the Silent King. Although he had a mechanical body, their eyes were still not friendly, and the atmosphere in the field was somewhat frozen.

The Storm King's seemingly casual words revealed the pain that the Necrontyrs were most reluctant to mention, and it was the Silent King in the field who caused them to be doomed.

The Silent King slowly stood up, his gold and silver cloak reflecting the light, making him look majestic and inviolable.

The Silent King made no excuses; he was well aware of his sins, and for a long time he had exiled himself from the galaxy.

It wasn't until he encountered the tentacles of the Tyranids that he returned to the galaxy.

"I am not here to argue with you, Imotek. Our territory is under threat. Newcomers and foreign enemies are trying to destroy everything that carries our memories. If we don't respond in time, everything will be destroyed."

The King of Silence held out his hand and silenced the singing poet.

The attendant who served as his voice also raised his voice at this moment.

"Humanity's ambitions are far beyond our imagination. Those inferior Eldar have chosen to rely on us like dogs with broken backs. We must take timely measures to restore our former glory."

The Storm King shook his head. "That's ridiculous. Over the long years, no race has ever been able to pose a threat to us. Since the birth of humans, they have had civilization for less than one-tenth of the time that our race has. Those low-level creatures that have just gained consciousness will never and cannot truly threaten the fate of our race."

"Low-level creatures cannot understand the glory of our race, so they dare to have unrealistic fantasies. With a little punishment, all living beings will know who owns this sea of ​​stars."

After the Storm King's arrogant words were heard, many dynasty overlords actually nodded slightly.

In fact, he was not the only one. Many overlords and emperors of dynasties more or less thought that the Silent King was making a fuss out of nothing.

It's just that they don't dare to speak out.

The Silent King took everything in. The attendant who spoke for him had a little more anger in his tone.

"Imotique, stop playing these boring political games. You know nothing about your enemies."

Angry voices echoed.

At this moment, many dynasty overlords who were indifferent to this matter also became interested.

They were just there to watch the fun; the conflict between the two kings was already expected.

"Sazarek, your accusation is wrong. The Sotek Dynasty no longer abides by any decision of the Triarch Council. You have colluded with the Star Gods and sold the souls of your people to the inferior gluttons in exchange for the cornerstone of your rule."

"It was like this countless years ago. You exaggerated the threat of the Ancient Saints and provoked wars between the two sides. Countless dynasties were destroyed because of this, but you have been growing stronger step by step. In order to consolidate your rule, you even placed a command in the bodies of all the transformed tribesmen to obey your orders absolutely. Sazarek, my last and greatest King of Silence, you really deserve this title."

Faced with the wrath of the Supreme Leader, Storm King Imotekh showed no fear.

His eyes were fixed on the former leader, ghostly green flames dancing in the empty metal eye sockets.

"You made us lose everything, and now you're trying to do it again!"

The Storm King accused the other party mercilessly.

The Silent King calmed down at this moment.

"We once held a meeting, and it was our joint decision to use the power of the Star God. Imotek, you were the first to vote in favor at that time. Not only you, but all the dynasties present here participated in this grand plan. I admit that I am guilty, but you are equal to me."

The Silent King's gaze swept across the entire room, and no one dared to confront him with confidence.

For what happened back then, each of them was equally guilty. Even those dynasty overlords who had secretly colluded with the Storm King bowed their heads at this moment.

"Imotik, the threat facing our people is imminent. We have no time to get entangled with you. If you are still stubborn, then we will use war to decide right and wrong."

(End of this chapter)