"No, now is not the time to leave."
Zahndrekh rejected Obyron's suggestion, his tone extremely cautious. "I need to truly understand the Holy Soul Sect's situation. Whether it exists or not may affect the fate of the entire Necrontyr.
No matter what, we cannot ignore it and allow an even worse situation to occur."
The Crown-bearer's attitude toward the Holy Soul Sect and its Emissary had changed enormously.
"You just want to stay here for the banquet and drink to your heart's content, don't you?"
Obyron thought this in his heart, but in the end, he still did not say it aloud.
Since the Crown-bearer had made his decision, he, as the vanguard guard, had to obey.
In short, Zahndrekh decided to accept Phaerakh Ramesses's invitation and remain here for a few more days, so he could better understand the Holy Soul Sect.
Besides, as far as the war in the Hypnos System was concerned, arriving a few days late would not affect the overall situation much.
That was an interstellar war involving thousands of sectors. The shells fired could trigger gravitational changes across an entire sector, and the mobilization and positioning of the Tomb Fleet and the front lines were all calculated in months.
Moreover, the Stormlord and the Silent King were still at the stage of gathering forces and probing each other. They were looking for an opportunity, and a full-scale war had not truly broken out.
Of course, this was only the reason Zahndrekh used to convince himself. But he really did want to understand the Holy Soul Sect, and understand what exactly had happened to him yesterday.
He vaguely felt that this would be one of the most important decisions he had made in sixty million years.
"Very well, my master.
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