The Silent King Has Gone Mad

"Terrible acting, you're nothing but a clown!"

"What a nuisance." Krete was too lazy to argue with the Silent King, so he ate a banana in two bites to calm himself down as much as possible.

I have to say, bananas are still the tastiest.

The main advantage is that bananas don't have seeds, so although they can't be juiced, they can be used to make banana pies.

Compared to an ordinary-looking apple, a banana is more to my liking.

Before his Resurrection, Krete compared the edibility of most Fruits, and after tasting apples, he firmly chose bananas.

Of course, some people would choose Sherry, but that's beyond his control.

"Alright, I can't talk to a dead man like you. You two talk."

As soon as he finished speaking, a Living Metal body appeared next to Krete.

The moment this body appeared, the Silent King understood.

The exact same frequency of overlap comes from here.

"Hello, Silent King."

"Seth Krete?"

"I'm so glad that my long period of self-imposed exile didn't drive you crazy; you still remember me."

"This is the result of the database comparison, but you are not the original Krete."

"Yes, after all, I've already been Resurrection and am currently eating bananas over there. You can consider this Living Metal body you see now as a kind of super Artificial Intelligence."

"You know what, the experience of sharing my senses after Resurrection is absolutely wonderful."

Resurrection?

The Silent King could never have imagined that these two words would come from the other person's mouth.

Necrons can actually Resurrection?!

Are you lying to me?

Believe it or not, it's understandable, but when it comes to matters of the soul, your IQ probably won't even surpass that of a banana peel.

Is your IQ no higher than a banana peel?

"How dare you insult me!"

"Calm down, Silent King. You are now Necrons, and I am Necrontyr."

"Although I am here for some reasons that cannot be spoken of, the facts are right in front of you, believe it or not."

Looking at those 50 living people, and a large number of Necrons moving around inside the warship.

This made it a bit difficult for the Silent King's Logic Units to grasp.

Apart from the 50 living people whose specific information he couldn't obtain, all other people would produce results when compared in his database.

It has elite combat units and extremely scarce scientific research talents.

I need to know the truth!

"The truth? You won't find the truth on this Flagship; you'll only see the results. If you want the truth, you can go to the surface of this Planet and find Mr. Han."

"Of course, I hope you won't make too much of a fuss, otherwise Mr. Han will be in a difficult position."

Don't let me find out you've lied to me.

After saying this, the Silent King himself went directly to the surface of the Planet. At the same time, Han Mingxuan also received a message from Krete.

The Silent King of this world has come knocking on our door so quickly.

That's really unexpected.

But looking at the time, it's already evening, so let's rest first.

"Hey, Mephiston, are you going to stand guard for me?"

"These are necessary security measures, sir. Other people's abilities are not trustworthy."

Han Mingxuan decided not to try to persuade him about this matter anymore; he couldn't change his mind.

Ever since the Blood Angels Chapter confirmed their true identities, these kids have become somewhat stubborn.

"Okay, goodnight."

Sweet dreams, sir.

Han Mingxuan smiled and nodded, then pushed open the door and went into his room. However, he soon lost his sleepiness.

Looks like I'll be staying up late tonight.

Han Mingxuan looked at the enormous metal body in front of him.

"You're the Mr. Han that Krete mentioned?"

"My surname is indeed Han. If you have scanned this Planet and confirmed that no one else has the surname Han, then you are looking for me."

"You don't seem afraid of me. Based on the information I have so far, you're just a Mortals."

He can even find his own information; it seems the Silent King really does have some tricks up his sleeve.

"Does that mean Mortals should be afraid of you? What kind of logic is that?"

"Alright, human. After my return, I briefly cooperated with the Blood Angels to fight against the Tyranids, so I have some patience for you."

"This is not the time for jokes. I've seen Krete; I'm here to find the truth."

Tsk.

That's the downside of Necrons.

"Why do you Necrons always like to enter other people's rooms so quietly?"

This was true of Trazyn in the 30k era, and it remains true of the Silent King in the 40k era.

"So, to confirm your friendliness, would you mind shaking hands?"

Shake hands?

This seems to be a form of human etiquette.

"You wish to shake hands with the great Silent King?"

"I want to get rid of you as soon as possible so I can go to sleep. I'm almost 100 years old, and bad sleep will give me a lot of headaches."

Tsk.

This Mortals.

I was being far too relaxed in front of myself.

There wasn't a trace of tension on his face, and for someone to look so young at 100 years old, there must be something fishy going on.

"No problem, let's shake hands, human."

As they prepared to shake hands, the Silent King was already ready to activate the Reanimation Protocols.

However, he probably won't need the Reanimation Protocols.

"It's been a long time, Silent King."

As Han Mingxuan spoke, he extended his right hand and shook hands with the Silent King. In that instant, the Silent King was stunned.

He felt the warmth.

There's also the tactile sensation of biological skin, and the strength of the other person's handshake.

That one moment left him stunned.

"Hey, if you keep holding on like this, things are getting a little ambiguous between us. Shouldn't you let go?"

Buzz!

The Silent King's originally green eyes suddenly began to glow.

"Do you need to get your eyes fixed?"

"Human, no, sir, perhaps we should sit down and have a proper talk."

"But I don't want to stay up all night. How about this, I'll give you something, and you can study it yourself. Once you've studied it enough, we can talk in detail."

"Also, remember not to disturb my sleep next time you come."

As Han Mingxuan spoke, he placed a very faint trace of soul into the forehead of the Silent King.

When that tiny wisp of energy entered his body, his Logic Unit experienced a momentary lapse in concentration.

Some long-buried memories gradually surfaced, forcing him to expend some computing power to organize them.

"Don't worry, there will indeed be some sensory confusion during the initial adjustment period, but I believe you, Silent King, will resolve it quickly with your abilities."

"Alright, that's all for now. Please go ahead, I need to rest."

The Silent King looked at Han Mingxuan lying on the bed, said nothing, just watched him quietly for a while, and then left alone.

However, when his machine appeared in space, he sensed danger.

Low temperature.

He felt the extreme cold of the depths of the universe.

But this feeling should never appear in his Logic Units.

At this moment, the Silent King's Logic Unit was in chaos, but the coldness from the depths of the universe forced Logic Unit to calm down.

The Silent King did not leave, but instead went to the Father of the Evernight.

When he stood on the deck again, he felt it, felt the sensation of his feet touching the deck, the metallic feel.

Then the Silent King fell into a pattern of rigid behavior.

"Krete, do you think the Silent King is alright?"

"Which Silent King are you referring to?" Krete asked.

"That guy who was standing on the deck pacing in place—no, not pacing in place anymore, he's bungee jumping right now."

"Given the self-healing properties of Living Metal, it should be fine, but the Logic Units are likely to burn out."