Chapter 791 233 Jiang Is Still the Old Man

Chapter 791 233. Jiang is still the old Yin

【……】

In the mist, the giant scythe in Mortarion's hand slowed down for a moment, but then the scythe head still hit hard.

Fragments of living metal splashed under the scythe, and another Necron King who liked to nag at the original body completely shut its mouth.

At his feet, the blazing flames finally died out. Mortarion did not like the Burner,

The C'tan was so noisy that the Primarch, who had sensitive hearing, found it extremely uncomfortable.

"Finus will replace you in three minutes, Old Mo."

The space next to Mortarion's ears vibrated, and Pluto's voice came out. He paused for a moment, and then sounded doubtfully again,

"Old Mo? What's wrong?"

【No, no. It’s nothing, I can continue fighting, I don’t need Fenus to come...]

Mortarion felt something was wrong. The strange feeling seemed to come from Barbarus, but the strange feeling passed away in an instant before Mortarion could catch anything.

If he were willing to put down his scythe and count on his fingers now, the Primarch might figure something out.

But now, in order to prove that he could still fight, Mortarion still waved his scythe. The scythe was like a crescent moon, and only its silver light could be seen bending past.

"You may have to rest for a while. This line is too deep. Guilliman also wants to talk to you about the next deployment. He has already talked to Sanguinius."

【. 】

[What did Sanguinius say? 】

"..."

Hades' voice rarely fell silent, and Sanguinius maintained an attitude of respect for Guilliman's other views.

But regarding the hypothesis of "supporting Horus" put forward by Guilliman, the archangel rarely got excited and "scolded" him for a while.

In the end Sanguinius decided that this was impossible.

But there are some possibilities.

"Basically all positive."

[Then there is no need for me to go back... I should stay on the battlefield, not at his desk like Guilliman. 】

Hades licked his lips. He felt his throat was a little dry. He felt huge fluctuations in the southwest of the Eye of Silence, and the Storm King's troops were entering.

"In fact, Robert Guilliman is planning to discuss this matter with you. The two fronts of Konrad and Angron are now in great difficulty - so Guilliman wants to go to the battlefield in person."

"But before doing so, he wishes to realign the front lines again to prevent the Primarchs from spreading too far apart."

【……】

[Give me another hour. 】

Mortarion said calmly. He raised his eyes and looked over. In the empty sky where gunpowder smoke shrouded the entire desert, an array similar to Seraphim appeared again.

Several sharp giant feet penetrated the earth, buzzing and trembling with power under the starry sky.

That would not be Seraph, but some kind of device that has not yet been named by the human empire. As of now, the Necrons have sent out at least dozens of unnamed technologies.

Before meeting humans, these devices lay dormant in the Silent King's treasury, sleeping quietly.

[Let me resurrect these people first...]

"OK."

But five minutes later...a vision suddenly occurred.

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"Unheard of."

Storm King Imotek said hoarsely. He stepped down from the throne and walked down the steps step by step. The clear sound of metal footsteps echoed in the hall of his ship.

The tall Necron raised the Destroyer's Staff in its hand. A storm of destruction and unity brewed in the light at the top of the staff, dyeing Imotek's face with a cold and ruthless light.

"It, the King of Silence."

The Storm King said softly, looking up at the dome that had already opened the ceiling. It looked into the interior of the Eye of Silence and saw the chaotic stars.

"That cowardly and hypocritical hypocrite...actually one day actually showed off the technology it once condemned?"

A shimmering cloak of living metal and fragments of the C'tan body swayed behind the Storm King,

The truly cruel and warlike monarch walked on the scarlet carpet, and the stars shone around him through the transparent top window, like colorful glass.

Orikan the Astrologer knelt outside the red carpet. It was completely shrouded in shadow, and his whole body was dim.

"You only get one chance."

Orikan whispered, his voice hoarse, like a poisonous snake slowly climbing up the top of an apple tree.

"The Silent King is still wavering. It has opened up the application of moral treaties to war, but it has not completely opened it up. It uses them without promulgating treaties with real legal effects——

Because it thinks what it is doing is dishonorable. "

“A man who doubts his own actions*.”

The Storm King sighed softly, and the sound of electricity hissed in his mouthpiece,

“Dwelling on the past, seeing our past weaknesses as symbols of our souls…

It is hesitant to issue orders, but the whip never stops beating us, even if it destroys the master control agreement. "

The Storm King scoffed.

"It's just a joke to comfort itself."

A few months ago, the Silent King, who faced off against the Storm King in the Extreme Star Territory, showed no signs of giving up his power.

It hid behind its throne, pitiful, and had to work hard to maintain its power so that the Necrontyr would not realize that the person sitting on the throne was a complete coward.

"Would I kneel before such a king? No, no."

"It should kneel down to me."

The Storm King spoke calmly, as if this was already a fact. The light in Orikan's eyes flashed, and the astrologer was secretly happy, but he did not show it on his face.

Orican's lowered head sank again, and he felt uncomfortable saluting these lunatics.

But then Ourrican comforted himself that this was Trazin's usual secondary body, which was equivalent to Trazin kneeling, not it.

"If you are willing to beat the chime and raise an army to compete in the galaxy...then the astrologer Orikan will definitely help you."

The Storm King suddenly turned his head and looked at Ourrican at an angle.

"I vaguely remember that you are not such a Necrontyr...Orican, tell me, what did you see?"

…

Ourrican was silent for a moment, without any change in appearance. He said in a deep voice with the most jealous voice,

"I saw that the Silent King spared Trazyn, and then Trazyn betrayed the Silent King and became the new leader of the Necrontyr... I absolutely cannot accept Trazyn standing up."

"That's true."

The Storm King withdrew his probing gaze and thought thoughtfully that what Ourikan said was true. Imotek thought that the final winner would be decided between him and Szarak.

Unexpectedly, a clown named Trazin jumped out halfway.

"It's just opportunistic."

The Storm King said softly, he raised his hand, stretched out towards the distant starry sky, and pinched his hand as if there was a small chess piece between his fingers.

"But the final battlefield will still be the confrontation between me and Szarak...

Since the Silent King is unwilling to let go of its hypocrisy, let me help it understand the truth in this galaxy, so that it can concentrate on the great war of the Necrontyr instead of playing house with the galactic apes. "

"It will eventually agree that I am right."

? !

Orican raised his head suddenly, realizing that something was wrong, but the Storm King gave him no chance to speak.

The unfurled cloak swayed past the astrologer's kneeling knees, and the Storm King walked away straight away. Its crisp footsteps sounded like a gun pointed at the empire, tapping the spark plug.

Orican was left in the shadows. The Star Lord lowered his head at this moment, but found that his fate had not changed...then this would be inevitable, and there was no need to intervene.

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【Eye of Silence】

[04:56 on the 34th day of the campaign]

【Star Area 032-α】

silence.

In the silent starry sea, only the little bits of fire ignited by the engine behind the ship made the surrounding space slightly distorted.

The fully loaded cruise ship was sailing in the sea of ​​​​stars. The scarlet and silver paint on it showed that it was a ship under the jurisdiction of the Mechanicus. On the side of the giant ship, there were stars like a school of fish dragging countless mini giant ships.

In the protective circle inside the fleet, there are mottled colors, the Imperial Navy, Rogue Traders, Space Marines...

Countless barges of all kinds sailed under the scarlet flag, and the three-headed dogs on the bows of the giant ships were watching them coldly.

Obviously, this is a group of empire's logistics supply ships, and their destination is the front line where the fierce battle is taking place.

This fleet is sailing silently, but they don't know that an even more ancient existence is looking at them.

There was no malice in this gaze. It stretched out its hand as if it was just sweeping away the dead insect corpses on the table.

At this moment, the hand of the Lord of the Empire who was signing the military order was still writing the third letter; the Lord of Red Sand roared and swung his battle ax into the distance; the Mechanical Magus shouted and rushed towards the Necron Overlord; another An Astra Militarum was hit by a stray bullet and fell backwards with his mouth wide open.

At this moment, the Necron warrior who hit the Astra Militarum still maintained his gun-wielding posture with an expressionless face; the Necron technician was adjusting the monolith damaged by the Titan; the Archon was roaring, and the shield force field lit up around him. He got up, but the giant ax was already circling and smashing over.

The King of Silence is sitting calmly on his throne, watching the established chess game.

Then - the Silent King frowned, and before it could straighten up and shout something - the Three Saints next to its throne still maintained their previous posture.

"Wind-Storm-King?!!!"

This familiar word was shouted from the mouth of the King of Silence. At the same time, a certain small star area had been completely removed.

Literally, the mass and energy inside it completely disappeared, and the galaxy remained silent. There was only a flat and dim ship smoothly passing over the galaxy, and the muzzle on it was still slightly hot.

There is nothing there now, completely gone, no existence, supplies, ships, crews? No, all existence disappears and is directly erased. There is nothing more efficient than this.

The Storm King smiled.

"You can't do this?!"

The Silent King roared and smashed his fist against the armrest of the throne. This meant that the treaty was torn up, and it meant that the Storm King would use other more crazy devices——

It also means blatant provocation.

Erasing all the mass and energy of a space is completely against the Necrontyr war laws. If all overlords use this skill as they wish, the amount of truly useful and exploitable mass in the galaxy will quickly decrease.

Moreover, this means more. If two dynasties go to war, then there will no longer be a need for an upright duel. It only needs to be seen who can ambush the other side first -

The truly capable Necrontyr will not be screened out, and war will instead become a tool for the forerunners and despicable people to make profits.

Therefore, this is strictly prohibited, just like the Space Death Seal. Unless the most evildoers and extremely despised enemies, the Space Necrons will never use prohibited methods.

The King of Silence has already stood up. Next to the throne, the two saints are staring at the King of Silence in horror. The flames of the King of Silence are burning brightly.

The Storm King is defying the Silent King in its own way, it is defying the king's law.

The King of Silence glanced at the star map, but he suddenly wanted to laugh. He saw the rear of the attacked humans,

Countless holes appeared in the solid rear of the human being, like cheese that had been dried for a long time.

The Storm King carefully avoided the Silent King's army. It was provoking in a different way, deliberately stepping on the boundary of the Silent King's tolerance, and openly appreciating the Silent King's anger.

Countless intense signals flowed and impacted from Szarak's thinking chassis, and the Silent King felt himself so angry that he almost trembled with anger.

But its eyes were still fixed on the star map.

Reason is speaking to it, it cannot deal with the Human Empire and the Storm King at the same time.

Perhaps the Storm King underestimated the Human Empire, or perhaps the Storm King expected that the Human Empire would attack the Silent King first, so it adopted such a method to anger the opponent.

But only King Silence knows the horror of the human empire.

The war has been going on for more than a month. Except for the frontline position called [Pale Lord], the troops in other positions have changed one after another.

Some armies were even wiped out, but in an instant new soldiers would rush to the battlefield, stepping on the heels of the dead soldiers.

The soldiers of the Imperium of Man seemed endless. In the light of the Primarch, they would not even collapse due to the extremely high mortality rate. This is incredible.

Even the Necrontyr abandoned the shortcomings of cowardice and defeat only after turning into a Necron.

Compared with the human empire, the dynasties sent by Szarak also changed one after another——

So far, at least ten great dynasties have been completely crushed on the front line with the human empire.

Among them, the Pale King wiped out at least three great dynasties.

Countless small dynasties were completely destroyed, and countless tomb worlds were completely empty. Not even a shadow of the Underworld Scarab was left, because Szarak ordered them all to dispatch.

But the problem is——

But the problem is——

The problem is that the Necrons do not have the ability to "rebirth" after being completely "destroyed".

What is lost will be lost forever. The destruction of each dynasty represents the complete loss of a civilization and the reduction of the number of troops under the Silent King.

The Silent King is sure to destroy the human empire, it just needs some thinking... It is sure that after destroying the empire, it will still be able to fight the Storm King.

It could even lead the Empire of Man to attack the Storm King.

But first…

The Silent King took a deep breath like a person, suppressed its anger, and looked at the star map.

It cannot initiate a direct conflict with the Storm King now, and it will be extremely disadvantageous to be attacked from behind.

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"Didn't your special code say to call the Storm King over for help?!"

Trazin punched Orikan directly in the face, making a crisp clang!

"The direction of destiny is correct - time will prove me right!"

"That's right, your mother!"

Trazin punched again, and it was strengthened by Hades. He knocked down Ourikan with three punches, and then rode on it to crush Ourikan.

Perhaps because of a guilty conscience, Ourrican hesitated this time.

"What we want now is a conflict between the Storm King and the Silent King! Those two old Yinbi - they have the guts to fight head-on instead of playing political games here!"

Trazin trembled with anger. In fact, the two Necron Emperors were still afraid of the human empire, otherwise they would not be able to play this way.

Because these two Necrontyrians knew that no matter how conflicted they were, the first target of attack would only be foreigners.

“It doesn’t matter—it doesn’t matter—I’ll arrange it this time!”

Trazin shouted.

Apart from it, no one else can complete this task. Farther away, Trazin's human friends are fighting fiercely——

Just because of the sudden sneak attack of the Storm King.

Pluto had to be exposed in advance.