Finished Talking?

The two rushed together again.

Guilliman's right hand condenses Law of Eternity, his left hand condenses Atomic Law, and both palms simultaneously slap Nether Spear on Silent King.

The Nether Spear began to crack under the attack of the two laws, and dark green energy spurted out from the cracks.

Silent King roared angrily, exerted force suddenly, and shook Guilliman away. At the same time, Nether Spear flew out.

Guilliman seized that momentary gap, and his body rushed into Silent King's arms like lightning.

He pressed his right hand on Silent King's chest, and Law of Eternity's power held the armor in place, preventing it from repairing itself.

His left hand pressed on Silent King's head, and Atomic Law's power began to decompose the core of the inverted pyramid.

Silent King's processor is screaming, his emotion simulation system is alarming, and his logic array is collapsing.

He wanted to fight back, wanted to break free, and wanted to use his last strength to die with this human being.

But Guilliman's power is so great that his energy circuit is overloaded.

Guilliman stared at Silent King's eyes. There was no mercy in those blue-gold eyes, only a cold determination.

"You lost." he said.

Silent King's mouth opened, and the mechanical voice was full of disbelief. "How... is it possible..."

Guilliman exerted force with his left hand, and the core of the inverted pyramid shattered.

Silent King's body began to disintegrate, starting from the head, inch by inch, turning into black gravel.

His consciousness is dissipating, his memory is blurring, and his sixty-five million years of existence are disappearing into nothingness in the blue light.

Guilliman took a step back and looked at the disintegrating Colossus.

His breathing was rapid, his body was shaking, and his Power Armour was full of cracks.

But he won.

He narrowly missed half a move.

At this moment, a sudden change occurred.

The drifting black gravel suddenly stopped moving.

They were suspended in mid-air, then suddenly rolled back and reunited.

Dark green light spurted out from the gravel, and the light was so intense that even Guilliman had to retreat.

Silent King's body is reorganizing.

But the method of reorganization is not the self-repair of the Necrodermis armor, but an older, more primitive, and more terrifying force.

Those gravels turned into flames, green flames, burning in the void.

The flames were so fierce that the surrounding stars were dimming.

Guilliman's pupils suddenly contracted.

He felt it, a power he had never felt before.

Not Necrons's Blackstone technology, not C'tan's material laws, but something more essential, more destructive, and more crazy.

That's the Burning One.

The most cruel, bloodthirsty and crazy one among C'tan.

It was once the incarnation of fire and destruction, the incinerator of Webway, and the existence in War in Heaven that made even Old Ones fearful.

It was shattered by Silent King himself, the divine skin was peeled off and made into a cloak, and the fragments were imprisoned in the four-dimensional space for 65 million years.

Now, it's back.

Silent King's body began to twist under the influence of the Burning One.

The green light turned into a blazing flame. The flame was emerald green, like emerald, like poison, like death itself.

Behind Silent King, a pair of huge flame wings spread out, and every feather on the wings was burning C'tan energy, enough to burn the galaxy.

On his body, the originally smooth Necrodermis armor began to crack, and green flames spurted out from the cracks. Those flames carved the ancient C'tan runes on his body.

In his hand, the broken Nether Spear was recast by flames and turned into a flame spear. The tip of the spear was burning with evil fire that could burn out the soul.

On Silent King's head, the inverted pyramid has disappeared, replaced by a crown burning with green flames.

Under the crown is a twisted, inhuman face - that is the face of the Burning One, made of fire and hatred. There is no reason in the eyes, only madness.

Silent King's consciousness is struggling under the erosion of the Burning One, but his body has been completely occupied.

The perfect body that he spent 60 million years building has now become C'tan's trophy.

Guilliman stood there, looking at the rising flame giant, and an unprecedented chill filled his heart.

It was not fear, but some kind of deeper, more instinctive vigilance engraved deep in the genes.

"The Burning One..."

he murmured.

The flame giant lowered his head and looked at Guilliman.

Its eyes burned with green flames, and the flames were full of greed and madness.

"Human," its voice echoed in the void, the sound was like the roar of countless exploding stars, "Thank you.

Thank you for helping me break the seal on that metal head."

Guilliman's mouth twitched slightly. "You're welcome."

The Burning One's flame wings suddenly opened, and the flames were so intense that the entire void was burning.

Its voice was full of ecstasy. "Sixty-five million years!

I'm finally back!

I'm finally free!"

It looked up to the sky and roared, and the roar echoed in Milky Way, making countless civilizations tremble.

Guilliman clenched his fists, and his body rekindled the golden and blue light.

He looked at the giant flame god, his blue-gold eyes full of fighting intent.

"Freedom?" His voice was calm, "You just changed the cage."

The Burning One's laughter stopped abruptly.

It lowered its head and stared at Guilliman with its green eyes, full of killing intent.

"You are much more interesting than that metal head," it said, "I will slowly burn you to death."

Guilliman raised the corners of his mouth slightly. "You can try."

"I have always been curious about how C'tan was torn into pieces..."

The Burning One opened his arms, and the perfect body that Silent King spent 60 million years building was now burning under his will.

Emerald green flames spurted out from every gap in Necrodermis's armor. The flames were not ordinary burning, but the most original destructive power of Material Universe.

It does not burn fuel or air, but directly burns reality itself.

Wherever the flame passed, the void was distorting, the stars were dimming, and even time seemed to slow down.

"This feels so great!" The Burning One's voice echoed in Milky Way. The voice was full of ecstasy, full of greed, and full of madness finally released after sixty-five million years of imprisonment.

Behind him, the pair of flame wings spread out violently, and each feather was like a burning comet, dragging a long emerald green trajectory in the void.

Above his head, the flame on the crown soared into the sky and turned into a pillar of fire, as if it was about to touch the dome of Milky Way.

"What a perfect body, what cutting-edge technology!" He looked down at his hands. The palms made of Necrodermis were now covered with emerald green flames, and each finger contained enough power to burn down the galaxy.

He clenched his fists, and the flames exploded between his fingers, turning into countless tiny fire snakes that wandered through the void.

"Only a body like this can carry the majesty of me!"

His laughter grew louder, crazier, and more arrogant.

That laughter echoed in the void, making the surrounding stars tremble, and Golden Throne far away from Terra shaking slightly.

The flames on his body grew higher and higher, changing from emerald green to bluish white, and from bluish white to blazing white. The temperature was so high that the surrounding void began to melt.

The entire sea of stars boiled with his presence.

Those stars that were once cold and dead began to expand, burn, and destroy under the illumination of his flames.

Those once peaceful and peaceful galaxies began to tremble, whimper, and fall apart under his pressure.

He stood there like the center of the universe, like the incarnation of Material Universe, like destruction itself.

But at this moment when the entire sea of stars was burning, another flame began to burn.

It was not the emerald green fire of destruction, but the blue-gold fire of hope.

The flame was invisible and without quality, showing a vibrating color, spreading from the periphery of Guilliman's body, rivaling the emerald green flame of the Burning One.

It is not fiery, violent, or destructive.

It just burns quietly, like the first ray of morning light before dawn, like the first touch of spring after the cold winter.

The Burning One's laughter stopped abruptly.

He lowered his head and stared at Guilliman with his eyes burning with emerald green flames. For the first time, there was solemnity in his eyes.

"It seems that you have also mastered the complete laws of the universe."

There was a hint of surprise, a hint of appreciation, and a hint of imperceptible fear in his voice:

"I never thought that besides us C'tan, there are humans and living beings that can carry the laws of the universe."