Chapter 617: The Silent King: This Was Never What I Wanted

"Lion, my second most boring brother, my dear eldest brother, do you seem to need some small help?"

That profane and obscene voice came from the void, and a straight sword burning with flames stabbed down from above the Sun-Swallower, sliding across the Sun-Swallower's body as gently as water.

The black light that was sufficient to gnaw on stellar energy was actually ignited by the flames on the sword, as if the flames on the sword were not physical, not energy, but some kind of non-material spiritual existence.

The moment it was touched by those flames, the Sun-Swallower seemed to feel tremendous pain, struggling and beginning to squirm its massive body, black light shooting everywhere.

A massive tail, like a snake, like a moray eel, like a worm, spiraled and fell into the webway, and Imotekh was able to see the existence holding the flaming longsword.

It was a half-human, half-snake existence like a demon; its lower body was a plump tail, covered in delicate scales and slender fins, constantly dripping with some translucent mucus.

The skin at the position originally corresponding to the snake's cloaca had been peeled open and torn into eight petals, wearing shining metal rings, pulled into an eight-pointed star, exposing the tender flesh within; on the flesh was embedded the brilliant gold mark representing Slaanesh, and pink-green gems shone within it.

Its upper body was even more slender and delicate, as if it were a tender woman, draped in dark gold armor embedded with gems, extending four slender arms, each holding a curved blade, a flaming straight sword, and a long whip.

Its face was slender, pale, and twisted, hidden under hair mixed with white, green, and purple, clearly showing a sense of emaciation from excessive indulgence; its originally beautiful appearance was distorted by this sense of depravity, becoming extremely cold.

Seeing this posture, Imotekh's logic brain couldn't help but operate slightly.

He felt strange about this posture: half-human, half-snake, but humans only have two arms, and snakes have no arms; why does the half-human, half-snake shape have four arms?

Imotekh suddenly remembered that snake reproductive organs seem to have two...

And at the same time, Imotekh also identified who this demon using reproductive organs as arms was.

Fulgrim, the Slaaneshi daemon Primarch of humans, the third son of the Master of Mankind who rebelled... should be son, right?

Fulgrim seemed to notice Imotekh's gaze, and that cold, emaciated face slowly twisted, looking in the direction of the Silent King.

Its snake eyes fell gently on Imotekh, and a light laugh like a woman's appeared at the corner of its mouth.

In an instant, the Silent King seemed to see another face overlapping on Fulgrim's face.

That face was like a man and a woman, seemingly fusing beauty from different levels onto the same face, but it revealed creepy obscenity and terrifying depravity.

It was like a snake, like a fish, like a worm, like a goddess, like a prince, like a prostitute, like a male prostitute...

Just the moment he saw that face, Imotekh discovered in horror that a warm current, a hunger, and an intense pleasure surged within his body.

It was not just Imotekh; Lion El'Jonson also noticed something wrong.

"My dear Lion, you..." Fulgrim looked Lion up and down: "You were more handsome ten thousand years ago, and now you have a mature charm that is even more tempting."

"Would you be willing to let us have a... exchange between brothers?"

Lion frowned at Fulgrim's statement, his gaze fixed on Fulgrim's emaciated face.

"You are not Fulgrim, that traitor... you are..."

"I am of course Fulgrim, brother."

Fulgrim let out an obscene laugh, profane and treacherous:

"It's just that this time, within Fulgrim, 'He' accounts for a bit more."

"For the sake of safety, to prevent accidents..."

"... If His beloved ally encountered an accident, that annoying Ynnead would crawl out again."

Saying this, Fulgrim glanced at the Necron fleet, took a slight step forward, opened its throat, and let out a sharp cry.

This cry echoed in this Warp, covering every corner it could reach like a mass of foul-smelling mucus.

Desire, hunger, pain, pleasure, joy... these emotions began to spread in an instant.

The Necrons realized in horror that they had actually developed desire, love, and pleasure,

and even the ships around them began to be in heat.

The Necrons even began to feel that the compatriots around them, those Canoptek constructs, and the ships themselves all wanted to ravish them.

But this feeling did not bring them a sense of fulfillment, but rather a more intense, more unbearable emptiness.

Imotekh's expression suddenly became terrified; he felt clear-headed once again because he was a Necron.

If he had the function to produce desire, if he had a soul, he would probably have been completely swallowed by the lust in that instant.

Imotekh could not understand what that thing that seemed to be Fulgrim was, but he could understand with the simplest logic:

It was an extremely terrifying thing, extremely dangerous, and must never be an enemy.

The Silent King quickly made a judgment and immediately issued an order, demanding his troops to withdraw from the webway at the fastest speed.

Imotekh even felt that the webway itself began to turn into some kind of living thing full of lust, attempting to devour them.

Run!! Must run away immediately!!!

Imotekh didn't even dare to look at that existence again, and could only pray that the Sun-Swallower would destroy... or at least block that existence.

The inertialess drive exerted its effect again.

Imotekh's fleet accelerated directly to faster-than-light speed in the material universe; almost in the blink of an eye, Imotekh withdrew his troops to a space in the universe far away from the star system where the Tomb Stone Gate was located.

Feeling the lust in his body fade away bit by bit, Imotekh breathed a slight sigh of relief.

Then, Imotekh revealed a bitter smile.

He discovered that he had been forced into a dead end.

The troops of his two subsidiary dynasties had almost been eaten by the human fleet.

His own main center had also suffered a certain degree of damage.

The Tomb Stone Gate that could withdraw to outside the Pariah Nexus had also been blocked. ===== CHAPTER 618 =====