I Regret It

"Sir, we have suffered so much! You have no idea, for tens of millions of years, a full tens of millions of years!"

"To give my race renewed hope, I have wandered the entire Milky Way Galaxy for tens of millions of years!"

"But this world gives me absolutely no hope; this world is so cruel to my people!"

"Since my race was transformed into machines, the number of my people I can awaken has been steadily decreasing."

"Although I am the king of my race, it pains me to see my people decaying due to their mechanical bodies, ultimately losing their consciousness along with them in time!"

Hearing what the Silent King said, Han Mingxuan finally realized that the situation was indeed quite different between 30k and 40k.

After all, it's a full 10,000 years from 30,000 to 40,000, and a tremendous amount of things can happen in that time.

For example, consider the number of members in the Necrontyr Dynasty.

The number of those Necrontyr ten thousand years ago that could be awakened was definitely greater than the number of those Necrontyr ten thousand years later.

This explains why the Silent King is acting so erratically now that he sees himself.

"Sir, at first, we thought that by becoming mechanical bodies, we would be eternal."

"But later we discovered we'd been deceived; our Flesh and souls had been used as food by those despicable liars!"

"It can be said that from that moment on, the fate of our entire group was sealed; at that moment, we swept ourselves into the dustbin of destiny with our own hands."

"We were just antiques waiting for time to bury and decay us, but things are different now, sir!"

"Alright, alright, Silent King, I know everything you've said. Did you bring the Flesh?"

Flesh?

Yes, yes!

Flesh!

"I brought it!"

"Very well, then follow me."

Han Mingxuan brought the Silent King to the specially prepared Laboratory inside the Flagship and skillfully Resurrection.

Congratulations, Silent King.

The Silent King stood up, feeling the unique touch and warmth of the living being, his eyes filled with tears.

"Mr. Han, I have no way to repay your immense kindness. In this world, as long as you need me, the Silent King will spare no effort!"

Han Mingxuan laughed and shook his head, "Don't make it sound so dramatic. I'm not some ambitious person. How about this, you bring a group of people and transform a habitable Planet for me, and I'll give you the Planet control panel."

"No problem!"

With that, Han Mingxuan handed over the basic data of Earth to the Silent King.

How long will it take to complete?

"Sir, do you need it urgently?"

"That's a bit of an emergency, since I don't have a decent Settlement right now."

"Five days! Five days! We'll definitely transform a perfect Planet! No, a perfect galaxy!"

"So fast?!"

He remembered that when Trazyn wanted to terraform a star system, it seemed to take about two weeks.

Trazyn: What are you looking at? Don't you need to eat while you work?

"Of course! As long as Mr. Han has any needs, my entire clan will do everything in our power to meet them!"

That's really quite exaggerated.

"Then I'll be waiting for your good news, Silent King!"

Thank you, sir!

After speaking, the Silent King left without stopping. As for the remaining Resurrection slots for his people?

Don't be ridiculous. As long as we satisfy all of Mr. Han's needs, Resurrection the Necrontyr will be no problem.

After the Silent King Resurrection, he did not immediately experience those senses.

Because he had promised that gentleman that he would transform a perfect galaxy within 5 days.

Now, he needs to gather manpower.

So, half a month later, the Silent King summoned those people again for a meeting.

The Necron Overlords, upon seeing the creature seated in the main seat, voiced their questions for the first time.

"Are you the Silent King?"

"Of course, the living Silent King, Szarekh, the leader of the Necrontyr Dynasty, is right before you!"

The Silent King didn't say much; in this kind of self-proving process, the less time it takes, the better.

He directly demonstrated his highest communication authority within the group.

Upon seeing the authorization command, all the Necrons realized that the Silent King had truly been Resurrection.

"How is this possible?"

"Anything is possible, Imotekh," the Silent King said with a smile.

But his smile made Stormlord very uncomfortable.

That guy really deserves a beating!

"Is this why you insisted on activating the Celestial Orrery last time?"

"That's right, I said all of this was for the revival of my race, but none of you here believe me."

"Now, not only must the Celestial Orrery be activated, but I must also summon all the awakened Cryptek."

"All the Cryptek? What do you need so many for?"

"Of course, it's to ensure the revival of our race and to prevent any problems."

"Where is that person?" Imotekh quickly grasped the key information in the Silent King's words.

"This is not something you can know, Stormlord. You are merely a Necron Overlord."

"I am the Stormlord!"

"You're just a powerful Necron Overlord."

"I am the Stormlord, I have the right to know!"

"Snort."

Immediately afterwards, the Silent King looked towards the quiet meeting place.

"To reiterate, I need all the Cryptek, and then I'll give them a template. Based on this Planet's data template, I need to build a star system within five days."

"Silent King, we need to know their purpose in Resurrection us, and the price we must pay," one of the Necron Phaerons said.

"The other party gives us a soul, allowing us to Resurrection. Only in this way can his soul be liberated. This is a win-win situation."

"And besides me, I saw a full ten thousand Resurrection Necrontyr around him."

Ten thousand of their people have been Resurrection!

This single message was enough to dispel the doubts of most of the Necrons.

"We will fully support your decision, Silent King."

"I need to see results in five days. I can't let that man down. This is our people's only chance for revival."

After speaking, the Silent King was the first to leave the venue. Now that he had finally Resurrection, he wanted to experience things he had never experienced before.

Of course, most importantly, he needs to carefully examine human aesthetics.

After all, to satisfy that gentleman, we had to do everything perfectly.

But he had only taken two steps when Stormlord blocked his path.

"Oh? Isn't this the valiant Stormlord? What brings you to block my path?"

Tell me who that person is? Where is he?

"This is our clan's top secret; only the Silent King has the right to know it. You are not qualified."

Tell me where he is!

"A loud voice is useless, Imotekh. My people are on the verge of revival, and I don't want to waste my time arguing with you about these pointless things."

I need to see him! Right now!

"Snort."

The Silent King snorted coldly, then walked around the Stormlord and continued forward.

"Szarekh, you stop right there!"

You should call me the Silent King, shouldn't you?

Watching the Silent King's figure recede into the distance, Imotekh finally gave in.

"Great Silent King, please tell me where that gentleman is. I regret my actions."

The Silent King, who was walking forward, stopped in his tracks when he heard Imotekh say this.

"Haha, it's good that you can repent, Imotekh. You prepare your Flesh first, then I'll take you to see that gentleman, and I also need to prepare a new Flesh."