Silent King Szarekh's Decree

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Inside the gallery of the tomb world Solemnace, Lox saw the legendary Necron leader, the last Silent King, Szarekh, for the first time.

Trazyn, who was usually carefree and practically the greatest prankster in existence, looked utterly terrified and uneasy at this moment, even though he was only communicating with the Silent King remotely.

Lox took the opportunity to observe the Silent King's every movement.

In the holographic projection, the Silent King lightly tapped the armrest of his throne with his fingertips, and the tremor produced by the living metal echoed endlessly through hyperspace.

Trazyn, half-kneeling on the ground, curled himself up as small as possible, as though that could spare him from the Silent King's icy gaze.

The spark in his chest throbbed violently, pumping life energy like a human heart.

Lox suddenly sensed that the laws governing the surrounding environment had changed somehow, as if they had been quietly altered by an invisible force.

The sound of Trazyn's chest spark grew increasingly distinct, as though it had been deliberately amplified.

"This Silent King can interfere with Trazyn directly from across the entire galaxy?"

"Then if he wanted to kill Trazyn, wouldn't there be nowhere for him to run?"

Lox suddenly realized a horrifying fact: the Silent King himself possessed incomparably formidable power.

Human stereotypes held that the Necrons had always relied on their powerful technology, which was practically magic, to defeat their enemies.

Their greatest strength lay in their collective might, while their individual combat power was inferior to that of other races.

But that was likely nothing more than a misconception born from humanity's lack of understanding.

"Your crime of secretly concealing C'tan shards is still gathering dust in the court archives, Trazyn. Did you truly think we were unaware of it?"

The two phaerons speaking