282. Kings and Kings
(Warning: Slaanesh appears in this chapter. If this makes you uncomfortable, skip Angron's corresponding section. To reiterate: serious warning. If you cannot accept it, skip it yourself. Do not think you can handle it, only to finish reading and end up in agony.)
"Take Hades and leave this place first."
The gale howled. Above the heavens, a line far more dazzling than the beam that had previously pierced the entire galaxy rose up. At first sight of that celestial river, everyone would suspect their own eyes had gone wrong rather than believe an endless line had truly appeared in the void.
The silver-haired old man's face looked even paler beneath that eerie green light. His long journey and desperate flight had already drained much of his strength.
Just now, he had even withstood the Null Field pressure from the Underking and protected Vokes's advance.
Malcador hid his slightly trembling hand beneath his robes and once more watched the Necrons' new "master" with wary eyes.
"Take Hades away first... retreat to the rear, unless you want to face the enraged Outsider now?"
Trazyn froze. In truth, he still could not process what the Silent King had just said—
To Trazyn, the Silent King was a madman. But even for a madman, this joke had gone too far.
The Silent King had simply handed the Necrons' rule over to Trazyn?
The Infinite's thought processes fell silent as he tentatively used the key the Silent King had entrusted to him at the end to connect to the Necrontyr legions on the horizon.
Then—Trazyn let out an earth-shaking cry!
"I knew it!!!"
After shouting, the Infinite dropped painfully to his knees. Now he understood why the Silent King had been so generous—
High-intensity war had accelerated the Necrons' deterioration and