Chapter 631: Zhou Yun: Soaking in the Bath, Do Not Disturb

The King of Silence thrust his spear at the Titanic robot; the slender crystal pierced beneath reality itself, bypassing the Titanic robot entirely and striking the fundamental causes of all things—the elements representing Zhou Yun.

Enormous energy was consumed; the Burner let out a mournful cry. The King of Silence carved a razor-sharp line, slicing through every object he could not comprehend yet was tied to Zhou Yun, tearing them violently in two.

But at this very moment, the King of Silence noticed something strange.

Beneath reality, at the primal source of all existence—beneath the words, the settings—all was a cold monochrome of black and white; color existed only as a description, something incapable of being defined or naming what truly was.

But—the words symbolizing Zhou Yun, that line of text, those entities—

were a bloody, vivid red, as if soaked in blood.

And when the King of Silence’s spear slashed through that line of text, attempting to sever Zhou Yun at his very foundation—

nothing happened??

It was as if Zhou Yun had been marked at the core of existence as immortal, indivisible.

The King of Silence could not comprehend it.

[Item Name: Siegfried Bath Solution]

[Origin: 22nd Century Earth—Future Department Store]

[Production Date: 271.m3]

[Function: Crafted after the legend of the hero Siegfried bathing in dragon blood and becoming immortal, this item grants the user absolute immortality for thirty minutes upon soaking in the blood-like bath solution, with only a small leaf-shaped vital point on the back remaining vulnerable.]

Zhou Yun’s skin faintly reddened, as if thoroughly stained by blood; this artifact from the 22nd century granted him near-absolute immortality.

Even the King of Silence’s spear, capable of slaying Star Gods, must circumvent to the back of Zhou Yun and pierce the leaf-shaped vital point to harm him; any other form of attack could not touch him within these thirty minutes.

As for after the half-hour—

“Let me stretch my legs!”

Zhou Yun smiled faintly, gripping the Titanic robot’s control levers and stretching his legs in the bathtub within the robot’s cockpit; the tub was filled with bubbling crimson liquid, and over a dozen Siegfried Bath Solutions rested along its rim.

As the King of Silence stood bewildered and confused, the blade-like Titanic Flash had already pierced before him, while the attacks of Sanguinius and Primarch Guilliman arrived simultaneously.

The Titanic Flash, the Spear of Completion, and the Emperor’s Sword all came within a hair’s breadth of striking the King of Silence.

Yet just a hair’s breadth—imperceptibly small—remained.

No matter how hard the Titanic Flash, the Spear of Completion, and the Emperor’s Sword pressed forward, they always remained just that tiny distance away.

Beneath the King of Silence’s cloak of genuine Star God leather, a series of glowing fluorescent green metallic lines shimmered like circuits.

This was a Necron relic, the “Temporal Discontinuity Eliminator,” preserved by Szarka; its effect erased the discontinuity of reality, removing the minimum spatial dimension from the spacetime surrounding the King of Silence.

Even humans, whom the King of Silence deemed insufficiently intelligent, had recognized the paradox of continuous spacetime from the dawn of civilization.

If spacetime were infinitely divisible and continuous,

then a rope halved daily would never be exhausted.

A lamp blinking once per minute, then every half-minute, then every fifteen seconds—within two minutes, it would blink an infinite number of times.

A man walking one kilometer: first five hundred meters, then two hundred fifty, then one hundred twenty-five—repeating endlessly, he would never reach his goal.

In reality, this never occurs because spacetime is not continuous; it possesses a minimum measurable distance.

The Necron relic in the King of Silence’s hand erased the continuity of spacetime around him, trapping the Titanic Flash, the Spear of Completion, and the Emperor’s Sword in the paradox of dichotomy, forever unable to truly reach him.

Behind the King of Silence, the Star God Burner let out a horrific scream; such a powerful Necron relic demanded immense energy, and even the Burner’s eternal flame thinned momentarily.

This was an achievement of Necron dimensional and spacetime technology, embodying their understanding of dimensions, spacetime, and infinity; no civilization in the entire universe could surpass the Necrons, unless a complete Star God were resurrected.

But how could that be? All Star Gods except the Outer Ones had been shattered, and the Outer Ones had become utterly autistic, drifting beyond the galaxy, unable to perceive the outside or be affected by it.

At this moment, the King of Silence stood in a defense nearly unbreakable.

He sneered, twisting his spear to stab Robert Guilliman beside him.

Though the spear’s energy had been heavily depleted moments ago in his attempt to sever Zhou Yun’s existence—rendering him unable to launch such an attack for fifteen minutes—lower-power assaults remained usable.

Instantly, Guilliman’s armor of fate rusted inexplicably, cracking open a hole that exposed his skin; his flesh began rapidly decaying.

The King of Silence’s spear had raised the entropy value on Guilliman’s body, causing it to spiral into chaos, disorder, and collapse.

Guilliman gazed calmly at the King of Silence; his originally pale eyes ignited instantly into blazing golden flames, and his decaying body was engulfed in golden fire, restored to perfect condition in an instant.

Everything else around him faded instantly; all things slowed, halted, turned gray and dull.

The Emperor’s Sword reversed direction and lunged violently at the Burner Star God fragment behind the King of Silence.

No matter how the King of Silence manipulated his Necron relics, they could not function without energy—and the Burner was his energy source.

At that moment, a thin curtain woven from light erupted from the King of Silence’s body, dispelling the grayness and stasis around him, instantly enveloping himself and the Burner Star God fragment, pushing Guilliman and Sanguinius backward.

When the immense warp energy of the two Primarchs struck the curtain, it was like stones dropped into water—splashing, yet never breaking through.

“The Webway?” Guilliman, his body wreathed in golden flame, murmured faintly, recognizing the curtain.

The curtain’s material matched that used by the Old Ones to construct the Webway, possessing far stronger warp isolation than Necron blackstone—even surpassing it—and this curtain had just been generated, far more resilient than the ancient Webway pathways, long past their intended lifespan and worn by time.

Even disregarding its resistance to warp energy, the curtain’s physical strength was terrifyingly high.

Within this short span, neither Guilliman nor Sanguinius could shatter the curtain with psychic or physical force.