The Silent King knew full well that the Lord of Hope was undermining his ruling authority. That was an extremely dangerous thing, and the situation was already showing signs of slipping out of control.
Just like the First Secession Wars tens of millions of years ago, discontent was building.
He had to kill him as soon as possible, destroy the Lord of Hope—the source stirring up these emotions—and cut off the defiers' hope. Only then could he suppress the other Necrontyr.
This was the lesson the Silent King had learned from the First Secession Wars.
Back then, he had been too proud. He had chosen to destroy those frontier dynasties bit by bit, making those rebels feel the terror of the great Szarekh.
Yet he had never expected that by the time he finally destroyed those dynasties, the seeds of rebellion had already spread into the heart of the Necrontyr Empire.
Flames of war had risen across the entire domain, and the fire of secession burned fiercely.
Difficult to extinguish.
"He must die. The fire of defiance has yet to take shape. As long as the Lord of Hope dies, all defiers will be reduced to a pile of loose sand.
"When the time comes, the Triarch Praetorians will be able to root out those seeds of defiance one by one!"
This was one of the reasons the Silent King had not hesitated to mobilize the Tomb Fleet and besiege the Lord of Hope without any honor.
He was willing to use any means outside the codes to kill the Lord of Hope, whether encirclement, ambush, or assassination.
After the Silent King's slaughter command was issued, the atmosphere throughout the encirclement grew solemn.
Those Phaerakhs and nobles no longer dared continue condemning the Silent King. They could only press their