Ron, the Lord of Hope, stood fearless and unflinching, and his bearing left the Necrontyr phaerakhs and nobles silent.
Emotions they had never known before stirred within their data logic.
The Lord of Hope had actually gone this far for the Necrontyr. Did he truly not fear death?
The Necrontyr were a race that held death in awe; fear of life's end and the desire to survive were practically carved into their genes.
Long ages of torment under the curse of sickness had gradually twisted the collective consciousness of this race, stripping away many precious qualities.
They had even abandoned their flesh to live on longer, and had been unlucky enough to lose their souls along with it, sinking into endless regret.
But even in the face of infinite emptiness, most Necrontyr still could not bear to give up all of this.
Even the Silent King himself had once said: immortality was a nightmare, but it was still far better than never having lived at all.
This was the foundation of the Necrontyr, especially the higher Necrontyr.
It was difficult for them to be like humans, throwing everything aside for faith, for the future of their race, even sacrificing their own lives.
Even the Necrontyr Code of Honor was filled with provisions forbidding nobles from harming one another during war or killing prisoners.
Yet under extreme conflicts of interest, these provisions would be torn up without restraint, and then the cruelest methods would be used to strike the other side in pursuit of survival.
From a certain point onward, the Necrontyr rarely produced true heroes in any real sense, or kings like The Emperor who were willing to shoulder everything for their race.
Nor did they have fearless warriors like Cadia or Krieg's Death Korps.
More often than not, the