Chapter 775 218 They All Pointed to the Point on the Star Map

Chapter 775 218. They all point their fingers to the point on the star map

"Today's weather is sunny; the surrounding spiritual energy concentration is high; there are no Kahns within a radius of ten miles, so it is suitable for travel."

My only failure is surviving long enough...

Ezekiel Abaddon couldn't stop sighing in his heart. When he reached middle age, the wars that once made his blood boil were gone. Only the wreckage was left. The embers of the dead were swaying in the stars, leaving behind Some comfort.

If he had passed away thousands of years ago, he would not have faced the fact that his legion was destroyed. If he had passed away thousands of years ago, he would have retired at the height of his power - but the root of everything lies in his life. Too long.

He successfully witnessed the fall of the Empire and the retreat of the Primarch, and survived to witness the re-rise of the Empire and the return of the Primarch.

Abaddon's eyes were blank, letting the strange sea of ​​light of the subspace reflect through the window. The light of the subspace had become increasingly dim in recent days.

In fact, they have not sailed out of the warp for some time, and with the establishment of the Nirvana system, the Imperium is returning in a new attitude - the tentacles of their perception have reached too far into the earth.

Even, Abaddon thought, the ships of the Red Corsair Huron even openly entered the warp and began to recruit those Space Marines who fled into the warp for their crimes.

Huron's speech was, wash away your sins before the Empire regains the subspace!

Then Huron will send these Space Marines who were deceived by him to the most dangerous and dirty battlefields. If they survive ten battles, he will help these people wash their high crimes into misdemeanors. Pleasantly cleared, and then try to enter the empire's nirvana system.

It is said that there was Pluto's acquiescence behind this behavior. Abaddon took a deep breath. Is this the "mercy" that the oil guys said? !

Damn it! There is also Abaddon sitting in his subspace! The Red Pirate Huron just blatantly snatched people for recruitment right under his nose!

Abaddon took a deep breath. There was no need for him to vent his anger with the dog that was barking desperately with a rope tied around his neck. At Abaddon's signal, the black army moved deeper into the subspace.

After the battle of Baal, Abaddon knew that the situation was over.

In other words, he was thinking in the wrong direction.

He had been trying to make the empire wary of Hades, but he never thought that after everyone returned to Terra, although Robert Guilliman was apparently in charge of power, in fact most of the real power was in the hands of Hades.

The Blood Lord is also too weak in the real world - Abaddon can feel that the Warp and Chaos are declining together.

It's over, it's all over!

According to Abaddon's thinking, after witnessing Pluto's heretical behavior of teaching greenskins, the Primarchs would work together to secretly restrain Pluto - but nothing happened at all!

Abaddon didn't understand, nor did he want to understand. If the role of Hades was changed to any of the Primarchs that day, he would be strongly rejected by the other Primarchs - so he didn't understand! Why? !

But Abaddon's deployment was not without results... As far as he knew, Valdor, Lord of the Custodes, had become more active after his trip to Baal.

At least in Ezekel's information network, Waldo would never appreciate Hades.

But even so, so what?

Abadon sighed deeply. His eyes subconsciously moved to the information Chaos gave him. He slumped on the soft sofa. In front of Abaddon was a man nailed to a copper frame with blood. On the dripping human body, the instructions given by Chaos to Abaddon were dripping with blood.

Abaddon lowered his eyes and saw blood flowing on the dirty deck, and a few sharp Gothic words flowed from the gaps.

"The Eye of Silence."

"Necrons."

"Seduction."

Abaddon swallowed and covered his eyes with his hands. Baal's battle ended with the Blood Lord's disastrous defeat...

What exactly does Chaos want to do?

He might know.

Abaddon tried to contact the gods, but the gods looked sideways. They seemed to have gone away, or were dormant.

But - there is no other way. Slaanesh, who is at the top of the 6, has fallen. The army of the pseudo-emperor Hades has begun to penetrate into the subspace. Abaddon has no other choice. He does not want to be defeated by the army of Hades from the subspace. He was pulled out, beheaded and hung in the church.

If he, Ezekiel Abaddon, dies, he will die in a battle started by him. He will die standing, rather than be captured and beheaded without dignity.

Ask yourself, Abaddon has never done anything wrong - his only mistake or right is not to bow the knee to Hades.

Abaddon was silent, his eyes fixed on the Gothic words written in blood. The corpse used for sacrifice was staring down at him. Finally, he had made up his mind.

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"My prophet Orikan has disappeared..."

The Lord of the Three Saints, the founder of unity, and the Silent King Szarak's voice was hoarse. The Pharaoh asked questions in the silent royal court, but no one who feared death answered his questions.

The Silent King Szarak has long been accustomed to no one answering him - he is the Necrontyr, now the supreme leader of the Necron. Unless it appoints a Necrontyr to answer, anyone who rashly answers the Silent King's question will be punished by death.

"Its last trace was on the ship of National Library Director Trazin... Trazin... Trazin..."

The Silent King seemed to feel a little troubled. When its fleet arrived at the edge of the Milky Way, it received numerous complaints from the dynasties accusing Trazyn of stealing many of the dynasty's treasures to decorate its own museum.

The Silent King did not want to pay attention to the accusations from those old guys. Due to their rigid thinking, many Necrons still thought they were in the era of the Necrontyr, so they would get angry for the slightest sign of being offended - this was related to the nobles' face and could not be ignored.

But the civilians and slaves they cared about had already turned into Necrons who obeyed their orders completely, and they would not be interested in their offended dignity at all.

Szarag was not interested in Trazyn either - as long as that unscrupulous guy did not steal from him, the Silent King would not spare a single bit of his energy to deal with this matter.

But its former prophet Orikan was crucial.

Even though the Silent King has no feelings for Orrickan and only regards him as an extremely useful time technician, it does not mean that Orrickan is not important.

Orrickan is the best time technician among the Necron, no one else. He stands out among his colleagues. At the same time, Orrickan is also one of the few who can play tricks on time and perfectly deceive other Necrons time technicians.

This also leads to Orrickan's weird personality. He always likes to predict something. If things don't go according to his predictions, Orrickan will travel back to the past and interfere with fate until his predictions are perfectly fulfilled.

Orrickan calls this behavior "guarding" time.

Therefore, he is called a madman by Trazyn.     And the disagreement between Orrickan and Trazyn is also known to all dynasties. In the long and boring river of time, the Silent King also watched the debate and fight videos between Trazyn and Orrickan in court to relieve boredom.

Compared to other lifeless or ambitious Necrons (especially the Storm King), these two Necrons are obviously more energetic.

Could it be that Trazyn killed Orrican...?

The Silent King pondered, this possibility is not zero. Although Trazyn is recognized as having poor legs and feet among the Necrontyr, Orrican is no better than it. In the eyes of the Necrontyr generals, the fight between the two of them is as harmless as the scratching of Persian cats.

But now, the Silent King needs his former prophet.

Under the throne, the three time technicians temporarily recruited by Szalak knelt without raising their heads. They gave the Silent King three different prophecies, but each one was a warning.

The long river of prophecy began to fork at this moment. The Silent King saw a destiny of the rise of the human race; a destiny of chaos completely contaminating the real world; and another, a completely dead universe, with only Tyranids and black holes in the galaxy.

None of them were what the Silent King was happy to see. It was the time when the kings were reviving, but fate showed it such a gloomy picture.

The Silent King rested his head on his arms. Although he would never feel tired, the Lord of the Three Saints still had this habit. He was thinking about where Orrican was going - he needed a more accurate answer.

The dim star map flickered beside the Silent King's throne, but it did not mark the human empire on it. Instead, it was still the sleeping map of the dynasty back then. The Silent King glanced sideways, thinking about whether to return.

Although there were many dead space Necromancer planets in the Great Hibernation, other than them, the remaining surviving dynasties had begun to revive, and the ones that woke up earlier among them were already ready to move.

The Silent King stared at the planet on it that was annexed by the Sotek Dynasty. He hadn't seen it for many years... When did the Sotek Dynasty expand to such a huge territory?

Storm King Imotekh...

The Silent King felt unhappy, the guy who opposed his rule...

If the Storm King insisted on continuing to challenge his rule, he would use the army to tell Imotekh who is the true ruler of the Necrons.

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"Really, of course it's true."

Tarasim said in a low voice, his hand on Guilliman's hand. As long as he ignored Guilliman's slightly surprised expression and Trasim's small action of trying to hook the sapphire on Guilliman's gauntlet, everything would become very harmonious.

Guilliman tried to withdraw his hand with a little embarrassment. The Primarch was a little strong. Trasim could only watch the Macragge blue slowly moving away from it with regret. The Primarch coughed.

[If you like, my friend, I have the same batch of gems in my collection. ]

"Oh, ahahahaha, okay, but I want this transparent blue, great lord of the empire."

Tarasim was not embarrassed at all. It was a necrophile who had been dead for many years. Embarrassment was reserved for the living, and it no longer needed this emotion.

Guilliman coughed again and tried to bring the topic back. This was the Lord of the Empire who suffered. Even if he became the nominal king of the Empire, there would be people/Necrons who would eye his collection, and they would not be polite.

[Has the Silent King really returned? ]

"Absolutely true,"

Hearing the name of the Silent King, Trazyn nodded seriously. The Necrons lowered their voices again and switched themselves out of the state of taking things.

"It has returned. Recently, it is in conflict with the Storm King and is fighting happily."

Trazyn said indifferently. It had no good feelings for either of them, and the army under their command had long since become pure machinery, or a few crazy generals, and obedient technicians.

[Then...]

Guilliman looked at Trazyn hesitantly. In his miserable past, what kind of alien races and people had Guilliman not seen? He was wrong. Aliens like Trazyn were rare among the rare.

Trazyn sneered and waved his hand.

"They won't care about me. Who would care about a crazy, low-ranking museum director? The nobles only care about those enemies who challenge their reputation, and they naturally disdain rats like me in the gutter."

Just like the Storm King invaded other dynasties, it would send a notification letter to the Necromancer Court after invading other dynasties, telling the Silent King that this territory has become the land of the Sotec Dynasty.

Under the Silent King, the pharaohs fought against each other, and the Silent King would not care about these things unless one of them went too far.

And a Necronist like Trazyn who does things secretly is almost an outlier among outliers. In fact, Trazyn doesn't know what it intends to do - perhaps it is enough to make the Silent King unhappy, as long as it can stop bowing to those idiots.

But deep in Trazyn's logical code, perhaps the Necronist who was once called Trazyn has left it something. Facing those crazy Necrons who try to restore their past lives, Trazyn is always silent.

By the way, it is still trying to piece together the Old Saint in private - in the ridicule of Orikan, it is still trying in vain to seek some past souls for its own race.

Perhaps among the billions of Necrons, only the crazy and crazy former library director Trazyn who likes to collect all kinds of collections has ever glimpsed the shining souls of the Necronists - not only those of the great nobles, but also those of the small nobles, the poor and the slaves, and still tries to catch them back.

It collects the love tokens made of mud by slaves in the past small dynasties, and the simple plates and bowls. These will be placed in its exhibition hall with the same sapphire on Robert Guilliman's helmet, so that visitors can appreciate the twinkling of the galaxy.

The Necrontyr has passed away, and the magnificent country has finally turned into a puppet show for the leader's own entertainment. Trazyn now just wants to take another look at the joys and sorrows of the former Necrontyr, or let the Necrons "live".

Hades also made an OK gesture,

"Trazyn's army is well hidden, I testify - at least it will not be discovered by other Necrons."

Guilliman sighed in his heart, he helplessly watched Trazyn and Hades start to wink at each other again, he sometimes doubted whether Trazyn was a qualified leader.

Maybe it is not at all, but due to the coincidence of fate, this authority happened to be handed over to it.

"So - don't worry! The Silent King won't focus on the human empire for a while! The Storm King is enough for him to drink a pot!"

Tarasim laughed,

"I promise!"