Chapter 636: The Silent King

The Silent King felt the world suddenly go dark, his body wrapped in a thin piece of cloth.

This thin cloth completely blocked his perception of the outside world; he tried moving his body to tear it open, but could not lift it no matter how hard he tried.

At the same time, his perception system sent back feedback: the spacetime around the Silent King was flowing rapidly—but in reverse.

He saw the rust on his body vanish in the blink of an eye, all damage repaired instantly, yet strangely, his will, his forcibly imposed soul, remained untouched by this reversal of time. What is the principle behind this technique?

Clearly, every component of his body—even his logic engine and memory modules—was rewinding; the injuries accumulated over sixty million years were being restored, yet his will and soul seemed entirely independent, unaffected.

Even more bizarre: the Silent King possessed profound knowledge of spacetime technology, yet he could not discern the principle by which this cloth reversed time.

Where was the energy required for time reversal stored? Where were the mechanical components hidden? By what principle was it achieved?

The Silent King could not comprehend it—not even a single edge of the truth. He tried several methods to stop it, but none produced any effect.

He was like a man shoved into a train hurtling toward the past, powerless against the flow of reversed time.

By observing the built-in spacetime within his logic engine, the Silent King quickly determined that in those few moments, time had reversed ten thousand years.

Yet the cloth had not ceased its operation; it continued winding him backward through time.

Ten thousand years,

one hundred thousand years,

one million years,

ten million years,

sixty million years.

Time retreated at a rate the Silent King found unimaginable; his body fully restored to its peak state, the perfect form he once bore in battle against the Star Gods returned—he was stronger than at any moment in the past sixty million years.

Even

even the Master Protocol had returned.

The supreme program that bound all Necrons, the chain controlling every Necron, was reborn within the Silent King’s logic engine.

In an instant, the Silent King felt power.

His consciousness spread along the Master Protocol toward the stars, pressing down upon all Necrons.

Countless Emperors, Overlords, Lords, and Tomb Engineers immediately sensed their wills being re-ensnared by the chains.

Programmatic chains began seeping into their logic engines.

The Silent King’s will appeared like a ghost within their minds, firmly controlling them.

“This… the Master Protocol?” Zalasusa, who could not utter its name, screamed.

Immediately, the other Emperors and Overlords beside him erupted in curses.

In the instant the Master Protocol returned, the Emperors and Overlords felt only rage.

Damn the Silent King—he knew this bastard wouldn’t destroy the Master Protocol out of kindness to grant the Necrons freedom.

He had secretly kept the Master Protocol—

But then the Emperors and Overlords noticed something subtle.

The Silent King… seemed off.

He… he seemed… he seemed to have gained a soul?

A nameless surge of delight and hunger spread among the Emperors and Overlords.

At that moment, Zhou Yun gently lifted the time-wrapping cloth.

In that instant, the Silent King reacted.

His body was stronger and more perfect than before the Aetheric energy had corrupted it; his speed was so great it even astonished Mortarion standing beside him.

The Silent King rose instantly, tore open a pocket dimension with his arm, attempting to flee into it while issuing commands to all Necrons through the Master Protocol.

“Reject the soul, kill—”

But before he could complete the protocol, a round hand gently pressed against his forehead.