Retreat First

"Shouldn't these things be Warp Lesser God? Why do they have such powerful Material Universe power?"

He raised his head and looked in the direction of Golden Throne, "When Emperor of Mankind made them, what exactly did they put in them?"

In the holographic projection, the figure of Emperor suddenly appeared.

That is not an entity, but some kind of Psionic Energy projection, an image projected from that round of Black Sun.

The figure was skinny and shriveled, sitting on Golden Throne, with eyes closed and lips tightly closed.

But his voice sounded in Silent King's mind, clear and powerful.

As the saying goes, soldiers are track!

If you don't engage in the enemy's mentality at this time, when will you do it again?

My Emperor's fighting wisdom is absolutely astounding!

"Forging Primarch, I took Kunlun dragon veins, Yan-Huang battle souls, Three Pure Ones Daoist charms, and Martial Saint divine power, and refined them all into one furnace."

Silent King's fingers stopped.

"Kunlun Dragon Vein? Yan-Huang Battle Spirit? What are these?"

Emperor did not answer, but continued, "Not only that, but also a one-meter-long Cordyceps sinensis."

Silent King's processor ran for a moment. "Cordyceps sinensis? What is that?"

"A Old Terra miracle medicine." Emperor's voice contained a hint of pride.

Silent King was silent.

He decided not to pursue the issue further.

"Add King Arthur battle style, Odin wisdom, Zeus thunder." Emperor continued, "And Shiva the origin of destruction, Bodhi Zen heart, and Hongmeng Qingqi."

Silent King's processor started to heat up. "What are these things..."

Emperor ignored him. "It is also mixed with C'tan Shard, Milky Way's core force, and Eden's seed of life."

Silent King's cooling system began to operate at full power. "Where did you get these things?"

Emperor still ignored him. "Even Nine Provinces's luck, ancient Dragon Soul, and the authority of heaven are also integrated into it."

Silent King stood up, his stalwart body trembling slightly in the green light. "Are these things inside the entire Milky Way?!"

Emperor opened his eyes, and those eyes were full of calm. "In this way, twenty-one Primarch holy bodies will be formed."

Silent King opened his mouth and wanted to say something, but found that nothing could come out.

His processor was running wildly, trying to digest what Emperor said.

Kunlun Dragon Vein, Yan-Huang Battle Spirit, Three Pure Ones Daoyun, Martial Saint Divine Power, King Arthur Battle Style, Odin Wisdom, Zeus Thunder, Shiva The origin of destruction, Bodhi Zen Heart, Hongmeng Qingqi, C'tan Shard, Milky Way core force, Eden seed of life, Nine Provinces luck, ancient Dragon Soul, the authority of heaven!

He knew each of these words, but together they were completely incomprehensible to him.

"I've had enough of you," Silent King's voice sounded more broken than it had ever been in 65 million years, "What the hell are you talking about?"

Emperor has no answer.

His eyes closed again, and the Psionic Energy projection slowly dissipated.

A qualified soldier!

After figuring out the opponent's mentality, there should be absolutely no unnecessary explanations!

You need to be clear about your mission, you are just here to disgust people!

The old man decided to escape!

Master of Mankind!

As expected, he was extremely shameless and despicable!

It's true that Warp's credit rating is the bottom one!

Even the blue god Tzeentch who is good at deception and change!

There is no way to surpass Emperor in credit reporting!

The winner should mock the weak severely!

Only Silent King was left standing in front of the throne, looking at the crumbling battlefield.

Looking at the blue figure that is slaughtering his people, looking at the black gravel that is turning into ore.

His fingers tapped on the armrest, the rhythm slow and heavy.

He thought of War in Heaven 60 million years ago, thought of those Old Ones, thought of those Eldar, thought of those Krork.

He has never seen such an enemy.

It has both the Psionic Energy of Warp Lesser God, the power of the Material Universe law, and the crazy, unreasonable, almost wild fighting spirit.

He sat back on the throne and closed his eyes.

His processor is running, analyzing, and looking for countermeasures.

He couldn't find it.

But he must find it.

Because he is Silent King, the ruler of Necrons, and the one who defeated C'tan.

He cannot fail, will not fail, and is not allowed to fail.

"Send the order," his voice sounded in the communication channel, spreading throughout the entire Necrons fleet, "the entire army retreats.

Reorganize the formation.

Waiting for the next order."

In the depths of the four-dimensional space, in that area where even time has lost its meaning, countless C'tan Shard are wailing.

They are imprisoned in the Blackstone crystal, sealed in the phase cage, and suppressed under the Silent King seat.

For sixty-five million years, they were once the masters of Milky Way, cosmic vampires who fed on stars, and ancient gods who could rewrite the laws of reality.

But nowadays, they are just fuel.

Just batteries.

Just the residue of energy extracted from it.

Silent King stood in front of that unprecedented body.

The body is hundreds of meters high and is made entirely of the purest Necrodermis, with faint green energy lines flowing on its surface.

Its form is not a human form, but a geometric, abstract existence that transcends ordinary imagination.

Its head is an inverted pyramid, with a faint green star suspended at the top - that is the compressed C'tan energy core.

Its torso is composed of countless suspended geometric blocks, each of which is slowly rotating, and each of which is engraved with ancient runes from before War in Heaven.

Its limbs are slender and powerful. There are no gaps in the joints. Instead, they are connected by phase energy and can rotate 360 degrees without dead ends.

Behind it, three pairs of huge wings spread out. They were not feathers, but energy wings woven by Blackstone and Living Metal. Each "feather" was enough to tear the void apart.

This is a masterpiece that Silent King spent 60 million years creating.

Modeled after the body made by Necrons for C'tan, it surpasses all C'tan, surpasses all creation, and surpasses the limits of Material Universe.

It can suppress Warp, it can cut off Psionic Energy, and it can simultaneously bless the power of all C'tan Shard in the four-dimensional space.

Silent King Step into that body.

Not driving, not handling, but integration.

His consciousness was withdrawn from the original throne and turned into a stream of faint green light, pouring into the core of Colossus.

At that moment, the entire four-dimensional space was trembling.

The imprisoned C'tan Shard wailed at the same time, and the wailing was full of fear and anger.

"How dare he..." A C'tan Shard voice echoed in the four-dimensional space, "How dare he steal our power!"

"We are C'tan! We are the masters of Material Universe! We are the gods that have existed since the birth of this universe!" Another fragment roared, "How dare the mere descendants of Necrontyr--!"

Silent King's voice sounded, calm and cold, like 65 million years of ice. "You are just relics of the old era.

They are just parasites lying on the stars sucking blood.

They are just wretches whom we have defeated, imprisoned and exploited."

His consciousness condensed in the core of Colossus, and the green light became brighter and brighter, "You are only worthy of becoming the energy source of my new body."

C'tan Shard's wailing is even more sad.

They tried to resist, tried to break free, and tried to use their last strength to curse this mortal who dared to blaspheme the gods.

But before those curses took shape, they were crushed by the power of Silent King.

His consciousness connected all the C'tan Shard in the four-dimensional space, extracted all their energy, compressed it all, and injected it into this new body.

At that moment, Silent King felt something he had never felt before.

Not power - he already had power.

Not power - he already had power.

Rather, it is something more essential, older, and closer to the origin of the universe.

That is the power of C'tan, the law of Material Universe, the ability to create and destroy everything.

His new body began to glow.

The light spread from the core to the surroundings, illuminating the entire four-dimensional space, illuminating the imprisoned C'tan Shard, and illuminating the wailing ancient gods.

"From now on," Silent King's voice echoed in the four-dimensional space, "I am the god in C'tan.

Material Universe, I am the pinnacle."