The Savior: It's Fast to Use Formulas, Silent King Takes the Small

Get to that table, kid!

"Such a powerful Living Metal body..."

Ron observed Silent King Szarekh with great appreciation. The other's appearance had far too much style.

The thought of making a knockoff occurred to him.

When he got back, he would have to make himself a Living Metal body similar to the other's, or even more majestic, to make moving around easier.

In the Galaxy or the Warp, there was nothing The Savior could not copy. That was a matter of common knowledge.

Some beings even slandered him with the title of God of Knockoffs, but was that not a kind of praise in itself?

As long as it could make the enemy seethe, it was a good method.

Ron clearly sensed the regret and sorrow radiating from the Silent King after having been deceived by the C'tan, yet the other's will was utterly resolute.

Even though the one before him was only an illusion, he could still feel that unstoppable might.

That being's Living Metal body was flawless. Every movement was smooth and elegant, its function and precision surpassing the limits of anything fleshly organs could achieve.

The force field covering him ignored the twisted physical laws around him, and within his noble bearing lay an irresistible strength, majesty, and kingly presence.

Even facing a god of reality head-on, he did not fall behind.

"An arrogant and self-respecting king, proud enough to think he could use gods, only to lose everything.

But he refused to admit defeat. He resolved to take revenge, to vent his fury upon the gods, and to free his race from enslavement.

This is a weak yet dangerous guy..."

Ron passed judgment on the Silent King. Without question, this being would be one of his great enemies in the Galaxy.

As the Pariah Nexus