The Silent King sat upon his throne, his expression unchanged, as if the one about to be surrounded were not him at all.
He knew that, with the Lord of Hope obstructing it, the evacuation plan could no longer continue.
Then his only choice was to stay and defeat the Lord of Hope, no matter what forbidden means he had to use.
Even if that led to irreversible consequences.
"Very soon, the Necrontyr will remember why I, Szarekh, was able to rule the Necrontyr and rule the Galaxy for tens of millions of years, and why even gods could not defeat me—"
The Silent King conveyed his will to the Herald Phaerakhs, piloting the Throne of Dominion, that special Deep Tomb Barge, slowly forward toward the area where the Lord of Hope was.
It was as if he were not going to take part in a war, but conducting an inspection of his subjects.
That special energy fluctuation and majestic conveyance drew the attention of all the Necrontyr, and even stirred fear.
"The Silent King—has descended!" the Aged Phaerakh said in a trembling voice as he looked at the Throne of Dominion.
This was the first time that Lord of Dominion had stepped out of the Tomb Hall since his return.
Even though he no longer acknowledged the other party, he was still shaken by that majesty. A pressure was spreading without restraint.
Upon the Throne of Dominion, that tall figure sat there in silence, just as he always had.
More importantly, this ancient throne, this Deep Tomb Barge, had already revealed its true form—
It was formed from dark tombstone, wreathed in dense void energy and floating naturally. Flowing dark-green flame patterns moved across its outer layer, drawing along two floating Obelisks.
And on the crown above the Silent