Chapter 620: Your Majesty! You Have Fled Your Throne Again!

A dark blue metal skeletal giant hand shimmering with dark green light extended from the scythe, grabbing the metal scythe dripping with the aura of death from the Silent King's hand.

Pitch-black rags like ghosts swirled out, entwining around the scythe together with the skeletal giant hand.

The metal scythe suddenly expanded and grew larger, and emerald lightning shot out on the scythe, hitting the monotonous walls of this office like the solar prominences of a dying star, burning out molten wounds.

In the howling plasma lightning, a thin, towering figure emerged; the pitch-black cloak woven from living metal surged, and the energy of the pure material universe crowded around him. The dark blue metal body floated in mid-air, and the swirling pitch-black rags swirled into a circle behind him, turning into a hood covering his figure like a dark night death god.

Fear, wailing, pain, and screaming permeated the air; that figure stood in Guilliman's office like a death god walking among humans again.

In the distance, Xi Gaoqi, who was dealing with those three C'tan shards, lifted his pale, crescent-moon-like clown face,

and a trace of fear actually flashed across the crazy and mockery-loving clown face of this rare survivor among the Aeldari gods.

"C'tan... Lla..."

That was an ancient name, meaning the death of living beings, the destroyer of light in the Aeldari language, used to refer to that existence that dared not be named.

He was the first death, the beginning of all evil.

He was the hungry slaughter, staining the stars with blood with the scythe in his hand.

Once, the dense stars between the galaxies were extinguished due to his desire for destruction, and once, the prosperous million civilizations between the stars perished due to his desire for abuse.

The figure of this cold harvester ravaged between the stars, and the fear of him by all living beings was carved into their genes, carved into their souls, and permeated into their existence.

Millions of civilizations feared death because of him, and millions of civilizations used Him as a prototype for the death god; even those living beings who had not experienced the War in Heaven would instinctively feel fear of him.

He was the Nightbringer, Aza'gorod, the first C'tan to enter a living metal body, once the most powerful C'tan, the root of the Necrontyr's short life, and one of the sources of all evil between the galaxies.

He was so powerful that even after being shattered into hundreds of shards by the Necrons, he was still extraordinarily powerful.

And the shard released by Imotekh was a treasure of the Sautekh Dynasty, a collection of multiple Nightbringer C'tan shards, which was among the most massive of the many Nightbringer shards.

Just the moment he was released, a series of death illusions appeared before the eyes of all life and even Necrons within the entire Pariah Nexus, feeling as if their throats were being choked by a few cold fingers.

And on the Macragge's Honour, those Astartes and mortal servants who were too close to the Nightbringer were instantly shrouded in a sense of suffocation and gray fear of death, frozen in place and unable to move, and even their bodies began to gradually turn cold, sliding toward death.

This was the Silent King's last trump card, but even he could hardly master this extremely powerful C'tan shard, and could only take advantage of the Nightbringer just waking up and not yet having recovered his will to issue rough instructions to him.

Cold wind like a winter night blew, and the cold death intent pointed directly at Roboute Guilliman; the surging plasma current extended toward this human Regent like the pale fingers of a death god.

The power of the C'tan was transmitted along the current, and the touch of entropy swept over everything touched by the lightning; the disorder process of matter was accelerated, the floor of this office collapsed into powder, documents turned into fly ash and vanished, and Guilliman's thick large wooden table also vanished in the blink of an eye.

The Emperor's Sword suddenly ignited, and the scorching golden flames illuminated the gray room, colliding with the roaring lightning.

Fire and electricity rippled and shot out like waves in water, and the Nightbringer turned into a swirling darkness, following the lightning, and arrived before Roboute Guilliman in an instant.

The Nightbringer, whose whole body was like a dark blue metal statue, raised the slender metal scythe in his hand, and the aura of death caused the time and space around him to freeze.

The scythe fell with a stab; reality, space, time, dimensions, energy, matter, everything welcomed death at this moment.

More than half of the office disappeared in the blink of an eye, and a section of the hull of the Macragge's Honour behind it was also instantly erased, exposing everything around it to the cold void.

Guilliman was also like a helpless blue pebble, thrown into the cold void without wearing a helmet or any form of vacuum equipment.

The Nightbringer also turned into a cold and deep swirling darkness again, following his desire for abuse and destruction, rolling into the void, hunting Roboute Guilliman.

The Silent King stood at the edge of the vacuum; his metal body did not fear the vacuum.

But Roboute Guilliman was a human after all; he could not survive in a vacuum for a long time.

Even if he could support it for a period of time, how would he deal with the Nightbringer and resist the scythe of the prototype of the death god of a million races?

"Human Regent, I express my respect to you."

"Your logic and rationality built a powerful order, to the point that I must seek the power of the death god to defeat you."

The Silent King Imotekh said softly, looking at the cold void.

The deep space was so cold and dark that the Silent King could not see the figures of Guilliman and the Nightbringer.

But it was likely that Guilliman's life had almost been taken away.

He shook his head slightly, took a light step forward, and half a foot rested on the void.

If he could catch up, perhaps he could take advantage of the opportunity when the Nightbringer had not yet fully awakened to seal Him again——————

"In the past, the human death god was indeed in the form of wearing a hood and holding a scythe."

A voice suddenly sounded behind the Silent King...

The Silent King's body stiffened, and he turned his head slightly, only to see an ordinary human standing beside the door of the broken office, leaning against the wall and looking at himself.

This entire office was clearly exposed to the vacuum, and the air was rapidly leaking, yet that mortal was standing beside him without wearing any protective equipment.

That human looked at the Silent King who turned his head with a smile, and nodded slightly at him:

"But now, the human death god has a different appearance." ===== CHAPTER 621 =====