Chapter 607

Facing Imotek's scolding, Zandrik's expression did not change; he spoke in a gentle, elder-like tone: "With the Tombstone Gate existing, your territory and the Silent King's are effectively connected at zero distance—whether you have a garrison or not doesn't affect your movements."

"But it disrupts my strategic deployment," Imotek said darkly.

He had a premonition that he would soon be forced to don shackles and begin the Dance of War.

Yet Zandrik remained unmoved, speaking calmly: "I have faith in your talent—and so does the Silent King."

"I don't trust him!" Storm King Imotek grumbled.

But he also knew the Silent King was a stubborn man; his actions were often determined by the first advice he heard, and no matter how Imotek protested, he would likely fail to change his mind.

He could only endure the chains the Silent King had forged, and wield his warcraft within the cage.

"He can't possibly refuse to lend me a path!" Imotek roared in challenge.

At the same time, he extended a finger and traced a new line across the star map—a line symbolizing Imotek's planned route of advance.

His forces would follow this path through the Nephilim Sector's core, the Sindu System, and proceed in a straight line toward the Vorian Vash System.

"No," Zandrik said, glancing once and shaking his head to reject Imotek's proposal.

"Not this either??" Imotek raised his voice in protest.

Zandrik still firmly shook his head.

"The Sindu System concerns the entire Anti-Supreme stance—it has been declared a forbidden zone by the Silent King. No one may enter without permission."

"Concerns the entire Anti-Supreme stance?" Imotek's tone grew suddenly intrigued.

"Yes. In fact, it's not merely the Anti-Supreme stance—it's according to His Majesty the Silent King's words that the World Engine within the Sindu System concerns the entire Necrontyr race's future and hope."

The World Engine concerns the entire Necrontyr race's future and hope.

In Imotek's hollow eye sockets, emerald flames flickered for several instants.

"Imotek, I must warn you: I will personally lead the forces guarding the Sindu System. I will not let anyone in."

Zandrik said solemnly:

"Do not attempt to invade the Sindu System. I will not allow you passage."

"Hmm? Hmm!" The Storm King made a subtle expression, fixing his gaze on Zandrik and emitting several soft hums.

"Do you understand?"

"You absolutely must not suddenly invade the Sindu System, okay?"

"Even if you suddenly invade the Sindu System, I will resist to the death, okay?"

"I will not let you in, okay?"

Zandrik feigned seriousness, but his tone carried a touch of absurdity.

Imotek stared at Zandrik, and on his metallic face, a smile could not be suppressed.

"I understand, I understand—I'll detour around the Sindu System!"

Imotek nodded vigorously:

"I swear by the Silent King's entire family—if I lie to you, the Silent King's entire family were raised by fraud."

"What a cruel oath! I believe you, Imotek!" Zandrik nodded solemnly, clapped Imotek on the shoulder, and smiled at the corner of his mouth.

"You old madman," Imotek chuckled in return.

"The Regent of the World-Eaters, Kosorax, greets you, Primarchs!"

"Under the brilliant judgment of the great Regent of the World-Eaters, our forces withdrew from the Satyr System at the critical moment, expending not a single extra ounce of strength, preserving our fleet."

"And as anticipated, the assault on the Satyr System was purely a feint; after our fleet maneuvered, the Necron forces indeed retreated, surrendering the Satyr System without a fight."

"The Conqueror stands above Satyr's star."

As he read, Fugan couldn't help laughing.

This was a strategic report from Satyr.

The World-Eaters had now been divided into ten warbands, and they had just received over a dozen such reports—all descriptions from each warband lord detailing the Satyr Campaign.

In their accounts, the Regent of the World-Eaters, Kosorax, displayed exceptional command ability, discerning the Necrons' feint with minimal cost and seizing the Satyr System through agile maneuvering.

This was also what now distinguished the World-Eaters from their past: they now exhibited extreme idol worship.

Whenever the World-Eaters were gripped by the Butcher's Nail, their minds most vulnerable and on the brink of madness, Kosorax's image would automatically appear—like a sun guiding them back to clarity and reason. Over time, Kosorax had become something akin to a belief among the World-Eaters.

"This is Captain Saelin's report."