Pariah Nexus

Golden light exploded in the void.

That's not Psionic Energy, that's the original power of Dark King.

That was a tsunami that surged from the deepest part of Warp and was enough to swallow everything.

The light was so intense that half of Milky Way was illuminated.

The stars that were twinkling in the night sky were eclipsed by the golden light.

The ships sailing in the void were as small as fireflies in the golden light.

Those sleeping ancient beings opened their eyes in the golden light, their eyes full of horror.

Blade Phaeron's pupils suddenly contracted.

His pair of green eyes reflected the approaching golden tsunami.

His processor was running wildly, trying to analyze the source of this force, trying to find a way to resist it, and trying to make the best judgment in the shortest time.

But every analysis, every deduction, every logical judgment he made returned the same result - irresistible.

"What is this!?" His voice exploded in the communication channel, with a shock that had never been seen in 65 million years, "C'tan's power?"

His Necrodermis body was trembling slightly.

That's not fear, that's his energy circuit being overloaded.

The power contained in that golden light was far beyond what his processor could bear.

His shield is like tissue paper in front of that light, his armor is like ice and snow in front of that light, and his 65 million years of accumulation is like dust in front of that light.

Silent King was sitting on the throne, looking at the approaching golden tsunami.

There was no change in his expression, his voice was as calm as water, and his fingers were even tapping the slow and steady rhythm on the armrest.

"No," he said, "This is the power of the King of Men."

Blade Phaeron turned his head and looked at Silent King.

Those green eyes were full of confusion.

Silent King didn't look at him, just looked at the direction of the golden light, at the tsunami that was devouring his people, and at the powerful enemy that he had never encountered in 65 million years.

He knows the details of Emperor very well.

At least they know it better than the rulers of most races in this universe.

Necrons is very aware of the existence of Four Chaos Gods in Warp.

Those parasites, those collections of emotions, those poor bastards who don't even have a real body or body.

They can only live in the ocean of other people's thoughts and survive on mortal emotions.

For Silent King, who once fought against Old Ones and defeated Old Ones, Four Chaos Gods is just an ant.

He even looks down on them.

Compared with Old Ones, what are they?

Old Ones is the true creator, the being who created countless races, and the master of the universe with almost divine power.

And Four Chaos Gods? They are just a bunch of emotional parasites.

But Emperor is different.

Silent King wants to deal with this being who is equal to the Four Gods in terms of Warp's personality, but with extreme seriousness.

Because the other party has a physical body.

Even if it is clear that the other party cannot even move now, even if it is clear that the body is as thin as firewood, even if it is clear that Golden Throne is devouring his life bit by bit - at least, he has a physical body.

With a physical body, you have an anchor point on Material Universe, and you can further influence Material Universe, and you can truly change the structure of reality.

Not to mention, Emperor of Mankind once defeated the fragments of Void Dragon and sealed them in Mars.

Only those who have played against C'tan can understand how powerful C'tan is.

Those ancient beings who once ruled Milky Way, those cosmic vampires who fed on stars, those terrifying gods who could rewrite the laws of reality.

The largest fragment of Void Dragon is no worse than some weak C'tan.

Emperor's ability to seal it proves his strength, his will, and his qualifications as the king of mankind.

So I respect Emperor and Silent King very much.

Respect him enough to be willing to treat the other party as the same threat as C'tan.

Respect him enough to be willing to understand the weaknesses of Emperor before the war begins, and specifically deploy the fighting method.

At this moment, facing the golden tsunami, he was not shocked, only calm.

"It seems that the strongest human Shaman has taken action," Silent King's voice sounded in the communication channel, spreading throughout the entire Necrons fleet, "Then we should also reward him."

He stood up, and his majestic body looked like a mountain in the green light.

In his hand, the energy on the staff was condensing, gathering, and burning.

"Turn on Pariah Nexus."

The moment the order was issued, the entire Necrons fleet responded.

Every battleship, every soldier, and every war machine activated the Pariah Nexus generator at the same moment.

Those generators are the pinnacle creations of Necron Technology, and they are the ultimate weapons used to suppress Old Ones and Eldar Psionic Energy during the War in Heaven period.

Their power gathered together to form an invisible barrier that spread toward the entire battlefield.

Blackstone Obelisk extends from the bottom of the Necrons battleship. Those Obelisk are completely black, with countless complex Necrons runes engraved on the surface.

They are arranged in precise geometric patterns in the void, and each one forms a perfect resonance with the surrounding Obelisk.

The dark green energy flows between Obelisk, like blood, like a neural network, like the breath of some ancient existence.

Wherever the barrier passed, Warp was cut off.

Not weakening, not suppressing, but completely, absolutely, cutting off without leaving any gaps.

It was a deserted land of Psionic Energy, a sea of deathly silence, a forbidden land that even Four Chaos Gods was unwilling to set foot on.

Warp Deep in the depths, the black sun trembled slightly.

Emperor's Psionic Energy quickly shrank under the suppression of Pariah Nexus. The golden light that once illuminated half of Milky Way could only barely cover the boundary of Solar System.

His strength was consuming, his skinny body was trembling slightly, and the brows on his withered cheeks were frowning more tightly.

He looked at the expanding Psionic Energy Jedi and was silent for a long time.

He can continue to use power, he can forcefully break through the suppression of Pariah Nexus, and he can use the origin of Dark King to confront the technology of 65 million years ago.

But then, he wouldn't be able to suppress Golden Throne properly.

The crack behind him, the crack that leads to the deepest part of Warp, the crack that connects countless demons and countless Chaos existences, will expand the moment he is distracted.

Four Chaos Gods will take this opportunity to cause a demonic riot in Terra.

Those Greater Daemon, those Daemon Prince, those endless Chaos legions will pour out from the cracks, swallowing this city, swallowing this planet, and swallowing everything he has guarded for ten thousand years.

Compared to Necrons, Emperor is more afraid of Four Chaos Gods.

Necrons, just leave it to his amiable sons.

I'm just an old man sitting on a chair unable to move. If you have anything to say, tell my good sons.

The golden light began to fade.

The black sun slowly shrank, the light that illuminated half of the Milky Way gradually dimmed, and the pressure that made the Necrons fleet tremble slowly dissipated.

Emperor took back his power, just like a father giving up the battlefield to his children.

But the next second after the golden light faded, another light lit up.

It was not golden, but a bright, warm color, like the first ray of sunshine in the morning.

It is not as solemn and heavy as the light of Emperor, nor does it have the kind of pressure that makes people breathless.

It reveals a kind of warmth, a kind of vitality, and a kind of freedom.

Lord of Dawn.