In Truth, We Became Human Long Ago
Mordred dares to guarantee that 99% of people, when they grow up, will feel that they were God-Human when they were young, especially those cringeworthy posts and abstract comments, which are practically a whole lot of Dark History from their childhood.
However, one's perspective on things is always changing. For example, when I was a child, I swore that I would never teach physics to my children in the future.
But when the time comes, he'll probably be holding a charging cable, looking around blankly, and saying, "Dad, your punches weren't hard enough or fast enough back then. Choose between the black and white charging cables, you pick one!"
Like a hangover, the four Necron Overlord, having consumed too much crystal, had completely lost their ability to move. The entire Necrons was in a daze, like a fragile college student forced to wake up because they had to attend an early morning class.
Despite being Necron Overlord standing at the pinnacle of physics and technology, each comparable to a Primarch, they have lost the coldness and deathly stillness unique to Necron due to the corrosive effects of excessive Chaos Energy Crystal.
God knows how many Chaos Energy Crystal they used. The entire warehouse of the Abomination has been emptied, and even the ashes from the Chaos Energy Furnace have been swept away and mixed into enhancement agents to be distributed to the Necron Warrior.
However, even among the Necron Overlord, there are differences; the four Necrons that were forcibly activated performed differently.
The most shabby-looking Zalasus was covered in sweat, with coolant leaking out of his face, pretending to be very busy, but seemingly unaware of why he was so busy.
The most ornately crowned general, oblivious to everything, insisted on approaching the Golden Throne in full view of everyone. He stared at the Emperor, looking him up and down, and finally asked, "Which dynasty's the Emperor are you? I've never seen you before!"
The most lucid of them, Trazyn and Orikan, were stunned by Mordred's words, their bodies flashing with green light and emitting a distinct ozone odor from the ionized air.
As time passed, a slightly awkward atmosphere permeated the surroundings. However, in contrast to this awkward atmosphere, in a certain encrypted channel, the four Necron Overlord were already arguing heatedly.
"Trazyn, you damned bastard, it's all your fault that we've been caught here."
"What can I do? We were all involved, so why is all the blame being placed on me? Zalasus was also one of the initiators."
"Hey~ You the Deceiver's bastard, I don't even know who was dragging me to the ground and rolling around, saying they had to get some stuff to have some fun, while they felt like countless ants were crawling all over them, and now they're blaming me. They should be thinking about how to sneak out."
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"Why should we sneak out? The Emperor, who has come from afar, has invited us as guests. Everyone present is a virtuous and loyal minister. It would be unbecoming of a nobleman to leave without saying goodbye."
The old general's speech was automatically ignored by everyone else. "Inviting us as guests? Is this a trap?" "You Old Ones, you're the most useless one. Why didn't your bodyguard Obyron, come? If that Combat Power had come, we might have been able to put up a fight."
But this idea was immediately rejected by Zalasus: "We can't win. None of us are combatants, and you have no idea what kind of monsters these people are. We simply can't defeat them."
"Then why not give it a try?"
"No, are you kidding me?" Zalasus was quite annoyed when someone raised an objection. Although she was a well-known comedic weakling overlord, that was only a matter of personal strength. You have to know that Zalasus was the Arch-Magos of the Blood Angels, who knew better than anyone how crazy these humans were. "Look at what these things surrounding us are. Don't think that just because they look like humans they are human. These freaks don't even have as much human content as we do."
They were all Warp Deity disguised as humans, and there was also a particularly petty and cunning creature; I even smelled the scent of C'tan on him.
"Furthermore, one thing is fine with those three Primarch, but there's also a Master of Mankind sitting on the toilet. Do you expect me to fight Emperor?"
Humans are all monsters; if I'm going to fight one, I'll only fight the one that looks Ambition.
"Stop arguing, it seems our Reanimation Protocol has been disrupted."
Upon receiving this message, the three were startled. Switching their perspective to look up, they saw that Mordred, Guilliman, and Perturabo, three large men, had surrounded them, with Roboute Guilliman approaching from behind.
The most terrifying being, the Master of Mankind whom even the C'tan himself had to travel to during the War in Heaven, was staring intently at them, his eyes flashing with an eerie light.
Without any hesitation, sensing the danger, Zalasus lunged forward and grabbed Mordred's leg, aiming it at her head.
With two loud punches, he managed to squeeze out two drops of engine oil. "Great Commander, do you remember me? I'm Little Su! I fought alongside you back in Baal. I knew those two bastards were going to steal your sacred property, so I used a clever plan to lure them here."
"Zalasus, what are you doing? You are betraying your race."
"Shut up!" Zalasus was unwilling to bear the blame, righteously denying Orikan's accusations, and in front of everyone rolled to the armrest of the throne, forcefully tearing off the decoration embedded in the armrest with his pure skull.
With a crisp snap, Zalasus's iron skull was knocked off on the spot, and then he pressed the purest skull against his own neck. "Actually, I have long been human. If you two can turn back from the dead, then I might as well put in a good word for you in front of the esteemed officials."
As for the betrayal you speak of, yes, it was I, Zalasus, who betrayed you!
"Good, this drama is good!" Without giving anyone a chance to react, General Zahndrekh, who was either truly insane or pretending to be, snapped his own skull off and grabbed the pure skull from the armrest, shoving it against his neck.
Moreover, while criticizing them, he added his own dramatic flair, standing on either side of the Golden Throne with Zalasus like a messenger eunuch, loudly rebuking Trazyn and Orikan for their treacherous acts, as if he were still part of the Triarch.
The Silent King decrees:
Because of their extremely heinous acts that have disgraced the imperial dignity, Trazyn, Orikan, Zalasus, and Zahndrekh are hereby expelled from the country and are permanently barred from employment.
If you have any objections, you may appeal to the High Court.
Honestly, when things got to this point, Mordred was starting to have second thoughts. He didn't know if these guys were genuinely insane or if they'd really become like this from consuming too many Chaos Energy Crystal.
"No!" Two loud shouts rang out as the two Necron Overlord, Trazyn and Orikan, crawled forward on their knees, inching their way to the Golden Throne. "No! I have served the Empire, I have shed blood for the Empire! Your His Majesty, you cannot do this! I was born a member of the Empire, and I will die a member of the Empire!"
Having said that, while everyone was still puzzled, the two of them followed their predecessors' example, grabbing two pure skulls and pressing them against their necks. Then, they smoothly stood on either side of the Emperor and shouted in unison, "Actually, we've been human for a long time!"