"Have those fellows arrived?"
Ron turned his head and looked over.
The many visiting Phaerakhs filed into the banquet hall one after another.
They were clearly different from the Phaerakhs under him. Some of them even kept themselves hidden, as if they were not quite used to such a banquet setting.
But without a doubt, these Phaerakhs' emotions were surging, filled with deep envy and longing.
That proved the Emotion Virus had already taken effect. From the moment they stepped into Newborn City, they had been infected by the omnipresent Emotion Virus.
"Bzzzt—"
"We remember now. We once attended feasts like this as well."
"We wish to witness that life with our own eyes. A true, noble Necrontyr."
After paying their respects, the visiting Phaerakhs made their request.
They had risked angering the Silent King and come to the territory of the Ramesses Dynasty precisely for the newborn the Lord of Hope had spoken of.
To most Phaerakhs, that newborn might be the only hope they could grasp after their fall.
"Everyone, you have made the right choice.
"The Silent King's foolish reverse biotransference plan will only destroy life in the Galaxy and make the Necrontyr lose their chance at revival."
Ron spoke.
He gently controlled the Blackstone Stroller and brought it before the many Phaerakhs, allowing these beings to clearly see his child—Charles Zarxis.
The little fellow was gulping down high-purity energy fluid with a satisfied expression, looking rather adorable.
The instant the visiting Phaerakhs saw the newborn, their powerful emotions nearly caused their data logic to stall.
They simply gazed at that tiny life, standing there motionless, as if terrified of disturbing this one and only Necrontyr life that currently possessed flesh and soul.
"Look at this little—thing. How marvelous!"
"I can hear breathing and a heartbeat, just