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Chapter 275 82, The Child Who Was Held High Above His Head by the Warmaster
The priest of the Tri-Holy Council served as the mouthpiece of the Silent King. Angry words came out of his voice box and echoed throughout the banquet hall.

The Storm King did not respond to his words, nor did he express his apology.

He remained nonchalant, the Eternal King mocking the dignity of the last and greatest Silent King.

The Popes and Overlords present were well aware that in this tense atmosphere, a war of separatism among the Necrontyr might very well break out.

But no one cared, and all the undead were just watching the fun.

They were no longer surprised by this. As the oldest being in the current universe, the Necrons not only had a long and glorious history, but also an ancient history of infighting to match it.

Even among the tens of millions of species in the galaxy, there are very few species as adept at infighting as the Necrontyr.

In ancient history, the Necrontyr who ruled the stars were almost beaten to the brink of collapse by the Old Saints.

Their armies were defeated one after another, stars were blown up one after another, their territory was continuously lost, and they could only shrink into a small star field.

The civilization they built with their own hands is on the verge of collapse. When the survival of the entire species is at stake, what should they do in the face of the overwhelming ancient saint coalition? - Seek allies to overcome the difficulties, leave the fire to prepare for the continuation of the race, or develop technology to launch a decisive counterattack?

At that time, they had too many choices, but they chose none of them. When foreign enemies approached, they chose to start a bloody internal struggle within the tribe.

A large number of surviving dynasties were wiped out, and stars were blown into ruins.

Now, it's time for them to make a decision.

The threat of the human empire cannot be ignored. The survival of the entire galaxy is in the hands of these immortals. At this time, they——

Of course, it will once again start a bloody internal racial conflict.

After the battle between the two kings, this grand banquet could no longer be held.

Knowing that the banquet was about to end, some greedy overlords and emperors quickly stuffed a lot of food into their mouths. The Infinite One Trazyn even opened the space folding and started packing on the spot.

The Necrons have no need for food, so this rare feast is extremely precious to them.

For any race, things that are useless but of high value perfectly meet the definition of luxury.

Although the Silent King has declared war on the Storm King, he still has not forgotten his main purpose.

In the following period, he continued to make every effort to promote the strategy against the human empire.

The Storm King was watching him not far away. Even though they were in his territory at the moment, according to the agreement, he had no right to launch an attack on the other side until the Silent King actually left.

Finally, under the lobbying of the Silent King, many emperors and overlords joined his camp, and many huge war machines reappeared from the ancient dusty land.

Some horrific technologies that should have been destroyed were used again.

With these powerful weapons, the Necrons once leveraged unimaginable amounts of energy and ultimately defeated the Star God who had deceived them.

Even the star gods who walked in the material realm were dismembered into countless pieces by them.

This time, with the deliberate promotion of the Silent King, the Necrons will restore their past glory as much as possible.

No race in the galaxy could stand against the Oldest Ones.

They looked down upon the many races among the stars with a warring gaze, and finally set their sights on the current overlord of the galaxy, humans.

But they want to eliminate more than just humans. The war weapons left behind by the ancient saints, the Orcs, are expanding into an unprecedented green tide in a crazy way of reproduction.

Although the orcs today are not as terrifying as the ancient orcs tens of millions of years ago, they are still enemies worthy of attention in the eyes of the Necrons.

According to calculations by the Necron Overlord, Orida the Scryer.

The scale of the green-skinned orcs has spread to several star regions, and the scale of the orc green tide is like a snowball. The more their numbers, the more unstoppable their momentum will be.

Outside the Milky Way, the tentacles of the Tyranid swarm are still approaching the Milky Way. The terrifying hive fleet is also an enemy that the Silent King fears.

Regardless of the reason, the Necrons must clean up the universe. They must complete unification as soon as possible and become the masters of the galaxy again.

The Silent King expressed his concerns to various dynasties with great concern.

If the Necrons remain content with the status quo and are unwilling to wake up completely and face the world 60 million years later.

What awaits them is either destruction at the hands of the Human Empire or destruction at the hands of the green-skinned orcs, or the arrival of the main force of the Tyranid fleet and the loss of everything within their galactic territory.

The voice of the Silent King was extremely distressing, which made many emperors and overlords feel the seriousness of the matter after analyzing the data.

Whether it is humans, Orks, or the main force of Tyranids that are about to arrive in the Milky Way, they all seem to have the same goal, which is to completely destroy this vast sea of ​​stars.

They all want to bring total destruction to the galaxy.

After making this clear, the memory processors of many dynasty overlords malfunctioned.

Now the madness of the galaxy is beyond their imagination, and it seems that every race wants to bring destruction to the stars.

But this is the home of the Necrontyr, and they will not allow this to happen.

According to intelligence, some popes were surprised to find that those creations in the subspace have been so active in recent times.

The spineless Eldar abandoned their dignity as elders and shamelessly kowtowed to the human empire.

Followers of the Eldar's Laughing God frequently appear in the major Eldar Arks, seemingly trying to gather the strength of the entire Eldar race to accomplish something unknown.

Until this time, some dynasty emperors who had just awakened and still held on to their past pride had to admit the complexity of the current galactic situation.

Therefore, even though there are many divisions within the Necrons, many dynasties have reached a preliminary gesture of cooperation.

This is the first time they have been united after 60 million years.

Afterwards, a small fleet of Undead was sent to the border of the Empire as scouts to make contact with the Human Empire fleet first.

at the same time,

The Imperial fleet heading to Vigia happened to encounter a group of Necrons.

The engineer of this fleet is a handsome young man, Lance, an up-and-coming imperial hero of the younger generation.

Compared to most young imperial officers, Lance did not have a noble birth. He was not even a nobleman, but just the son of a brave farmer.

In the early days of Dukel's Dark Crusade, he saved Lance's home planet from being invaded by demons.

His father had been trampled to death by the Daemons of Khorne, because there was no honor in killing a weak mortal, and those ugly blasphemers were unwilling to even collect his father's skull.

Young Lance was raised by his mother and lived a hard life. The invasion of demons was tantamount to the end of the world for his world.

Until Dukel's dark expedition fleet arrived and killed the blasphemous invaders. But after a long period of torture, Lance was already dying. In order to keep him alive, his skinny mother summoned up all her courage, stopped in front of the Primarch who rescued them, and asked for the blessing of the Son of God.

This was a reckless move that was not favored by everyone. At that time, Dukel had just awakened and no one knew the Primarch's temper.

Such an act of offending the Son of God is almost tantamount to suicide.

But perhaps it was the mother's fragile courage that resonated with the Primarch, and the Son of God not only did not drive them away, but gently held the young Lance in his hands.

And he raised it high above his head, and in the sight of all people, the Son of God blessed him.

It was also at that moment that a miracle happened. The dying Lance recovered to health in an instant.

The child who was once held in Duke's palm has grown up and become an excellent warrior.

His world was taken over by Ophelia Officer No. 7, and order was restored. Now Lance has graduated from the "Imperial Temple" Academy founded by Dukel, and became an engineer and lieutenant commander of the Imperial Navy. He was even named one of the youngest imperial heroes.

He has sharp and capable short hair and a tall and straight body in a military uniform.

His face was as firm as marble, full of weathering and perseverance.

Lance has extremely strict demands on himself. Although he was born in a humble family, he never considered it a shame. He has a brave mother who loves him deeply and a father who died for him. He was once held high above the head by War Marshal Dukel, and he is certainly not inferior to anyone.

Lance hurried forward. His engineering troops were ordered to follow the Imperial fleet from the Far East star region to the Vikia world.

The fleet had just completed an interstellar jump when it was suddenly attacked fiercely by the enemy.

The sweaty gunner operated the huge mechanical arm to load shells into the macro cannon.

The metal gate was opened, and the mechanical steel grappling hook pulled the heavy shells.

The power of the macro cannon is so great that if it is used in full automatic mode, it is likely to cause a chain reaction of explosions.

Therefore, gunners and servitors are needed to assist in the process of loading shells.

In space, the fleet is engaged in a frantic firefight with an unknown enemy.

Expensive artillery shells were fired continuously as if they were free.

The towering turrets of the Light Spear Array are as tall as a building with more than ten floors. There are more than a dozen staff members, and they need to be readjusted every time they fire.

The busy crew members are like ants keeping this huge warship running.

With the help of the tiny observation window, Lance saw some scenes outside. He saw an imperial battleship exploding in the cold space, and the fireworks and light beams of the explosion instantly filled the entire void.

The air and moisture inside the battleship were released into space in a very short period of time, briefly forming a thin white mist of ice crystals.

It was an old but modified Sword-class frigate.

The ship's quantum deflector shield was shattered by the enemy's intensive firepower.

Then several Gauss rays hit the middle of the ship, and the huge ship exploded in hot flames.

The Empire's counterattack was equally fierce. Fan-shaped laser beams splashed out, and the enemy's pyramid-shaped hull had no way to avoid them.

The enemy's numbers were far less than that of the Imperial Fleet, and its firepower was also far from sufficient, but it relied on powerful weapons and flawless strategic deployment.

The Empire's warships were still caught in a bitter battle.

After realizing that the Imperial Fleet's long-range attacks could not cause effective damage to the enemy, countless Imperial warships' engines roared loudly and rushed straight towards the enemy ships.

The ramming horn, which was several kilometers long, crashed into the flank of the enemy flagship under the cover of the light spear.

Accompanied by a storm of fire and explosions, the pyramid-shaped flagship lasted only a short time before disintegrating in space.

Red flames exploded from the interior of the Imperial warships. The terrible explosion tore the enemy's huge battleships into pieces and left behind fireballs as big as small stars in the cold space that were enough to burn for years.

Under normal circumstances, when the Imperial Fleet creates a breakthrough in the enemy's formation, the Imperial Fleet will rely on ramming and artillery to continuously gain advantages and crush the enemy bit by bit.

But this time there was an exception.

The broken enemy ships suddenly ignited with ghostly green flames, like ghost fire in space, and then these ghostly green light spots quickly disappeared in a very strange way.

Whether it is enemy ships or the Imperial fleet, after being covered by the ghostly green fire, they will disappear at an extremely fast speed.

These things are like ethereal space ghosts, dragging the living towards the underworld.

Lance watched the fierce space battle in silence, then he took an anti-gravity suspension capsule and quickly arrived at the bridge command room.

When I saw the top commander in the command room,

"The link dock area of ​​a22 has been repaired." Lance reported to his superior.

Vice Admiral Poole nodded.

"General, the Military Affairs Department has issued an order that if we can rescue the survivors on the Vikia world, we will continue the rescue mission. If we are seriously injured, we will evacuate to the Geno system, and the Military Affairs Department will send other fleets to Vikia."

A messenger reported to the lieutenant general.

"If we dispatch the fleet again, how long will it take to reach Vikia?" the lieutenant general asked.

"Twenty-one days, sir," replied the herald.

Poole frowned slightly, lowered his head and carefully observed the star map in front of him for a while, then said decisively,

"All personnel return to their posts. The fleet is moving at full speed, heading for the Wikia world."

Next to the Vice Admiral, a fleet think tank stood up.
"General, the damage our fleet has suffered so far meets the criteria for retreat. Going to the Geno system is the most sensible option for us. Your decision will put us in danger, and the lives of countless soldiers will be threatened. You will also be judged for this mistake."

Poole glanced at the think tank, "The survivors of the Vikia world are still struggling to hold on, so we must go to rescue them. Twenty-one days is too long, and every day of delay will cause more compatriots to die in despair. The order issued by the Warmaster is for us to rescue more innocent people, those Imperial citizens who are struggling to hold on, and still believe in the miracles of the Emperor and the salvation of the Warmaster. We must move forward!"

The think tank frowned slightly. Although his reason told him that doing so was against the rules, he also couldn't bear to abandon the survivors of the Wikia world.

Lance heard their conversation and nodded slightly. He recalled the giants he had seen when he was a child, descending to his home planet like gods.

That was more than ten years ago.

That god-like man has now rooted his will in every general of the empire. War is never the result, it is only a means to achieve the goal.

This time, Lance will inherit the identity of the savior and do what the Warmaster once did.

(End of this chapter)