"If we can't deal with this guy, the Galaxy and humanity will fall into new suffering, with no peace ever again—"
Ron knew all too well how much trouble the birth of a real god could cause.
The Chaos Gods were terrifying, true, but they only wreaked havoc in the Warp. Their authority and power could not act directly upon the Galaxy. At most, they could stir up some corruption or send Daemons to create influence indirectly.
But the Silent King was different.
He had already ascended into a godlike life-form, wielding realspace authority. He could unleash his power freely across the Galaxy, and he could continue to grow.
That was the most terrifying part.
The scene before them made it clear. The four-winged, massive Living Metal life-form the Silent King had become could tear apart the Destroyer Gunships and Ghost Arks around him with a casual wave of his hand.
Living Metal Triarch Stalkers and Flayed Ones were little more than insects before him. The Neuro-disruptor Rays of the Deathmarks struck his body, but they only left tiny patches of char, which healed in an instant.
Even the devastating attacks of the Phaerakhs and nobles, such as Neutron Clusters, Antimatter Rays, and High-energy Gas Beams, could not cause any effective damage.
Even the Annihilation Ray condensed by the C'tan Shard was blocked by the energy field on his surface.
After all, how could the residual power of a C'tan Shard deal with a true god itself?!
"Szarekh, don't even dream of making us submit. Never!"
Imotekh let out a furious roar.
He piloted an Obelisk and charged toward that abominable Lord of Dominion, firing Energy Blades one after another that could cleave through space.
Although this Stormlord revered the body of Living Metal, he also hated the existence of