Chapter 621: The Hua Hua Hua Di Huang's Decree of End

The burning straight sword stabbed into Imotekh's chest; the body cast from living metal was actually so fragile.

The Silent King watched silently as the flames spread on his body; he felt his will being burned, his memories being ignited, and even his existence itself was moving toward death.

He was going to die!

The Silent King realized this clearly.

This would be a complete death; even the Necron's resurrection protocol could not save him...

A true death god?

The Silent King still remembered the scene he had just seen.

Golden person, burning person, war person.

Roaring light and fire surged from Roboute's body, making him as bright and dazzling as an entire star; the Hua Hua Hua Di Huang's Sword in his hand also instantly turned into a magnificent interstellar lighthouse, tearing through the dimensions of reality and the Warp, making that pitch-black sun hanging in the Warp manifest.

Clearly, some powerful Warp existence had always been hidden within Roboute Guilliman's body.

Perhaps from the beginning, the Roboute Guilliman who talked to him was that existence; it was only after the Nightbringer was released that he began to show his power.

The Nightbringer was subdued; the Silent King could hardly understand the battle that broke out between Them.

Physical laws were tampered with several times, time was repeatedly killed and resurrected, parallel time and space were constantly intertwined, countless possibilities were presented at the same time, reality was repeatedly molded like mud in the hands of those two existences.

In the end, he only saw that the fiercely burning Hua Hua Hua Di Huang's Sword was stabbed into the Nightbringer's chest, and powerful psychic energy extended from all directions and stabbed into the Nightbringer's body, forcibly restraining the Nightbringer in the void.

Then that existence who looked like a mortal stepped into the void, grabbed the Nightbringer, and stuffed him into his pocket.

Imotekh actually still maintained quantum entanglement communication with the Nightbringer; this communication was implanted in the shell composed of living metal of the Nightbringer. Theoretically, as long as the Nightbringer was not destroyed, or did not re-smelt his own skin, it would never be cut off.

But, after the Nightbringer was stuffed into that strange white pocket, the communication was cut off.

Before cutting off, Imotekh only saw the deep cold void in that pocket, saw the seemingly endless space.

Then, darkness swallowed the Nightbringer, like an abyss mouth devouring his existence.

Subsequently, the prototype of the death god of a million civilizations, a shard of the C'tan Nightbringer who was once regarded as death itself, disappeared from the galaxy forever.

Actually able to kill... a shard of a C'tan...

Such a thing, even sixty million years ago, only happened once.

And the Necrons who made such a move also received the eternal curse named the Flayer Virus.

But, but that existence who looked like a human, after killing the Nightbringer's shard, nothing happened.

And before Imotekh could react, that scorching Hua Hua Hua Di Huang's Sword had already pierced Imotekh's chest.

Death was right before his eyes.

Imotekh felt it clearly.

"You clearly had better choices, but you never chose them; it's a pity." Looking at Imotekh, the human standing beside him sighed lightly.

"Where are the words..."

Imotekh was puzzled as to why this human he had never met would use a tone as if he were very familiar with him, but Imotekh still answered sincerely:

"It is your order; the future you want to build defeated me in the practice called war."

"Practice tests everything; the practice of order is war. If this cannot be proven in practice, if you do not completely destroy me in war, my logic will never allow me to submit to you..."

"And you proved that my order is more fragile than yours. Being able to prove this, I am as satisfied as if I had achieved victory myself."

Imotekh's body slowly turned into ashes in the Hua Hua Hua Di Huang's flames, leaving only a metal head still wearing a satisfied expression, bathing in the flames...

"I never craved to be a ruler; what I craved was only an order that eliminated chaos, craved a better order, regardless of whether the owner of this order is me... your order can be realized, that is my last desire, I, I so beg you to realize it..."

The flames surged, the air of the Macragge's Honour dissipated toward the vacuum, turning into a fierce wind blowing past, and the Silent King Imotekh dissipated with the wind.

Zhou Yun looked at this scene and sighed lightly.

In more than twenty-two thousand great dreams, Zhou Yun had cooperated with Imotekh many times and formed friendships, but Imotekh's final choice was always the same.

Practice from war, use practice to judge whose order between his and Zhou Yun's was powerful; at first Imotekh could achieve some victories, but later there was only Zhou Yun's victory, and Zhou Yun even slowly became too lazy to develop a friendship with Imotekh...

"Part of my order was honed by your order in the thousands of wars between you and me." Zhou Yun answered calmly.

"... Eh?"

Just at this moment, Guilliman standing beside Zhou Yun let out a confused soft cry: ===== CHAPTER 622 =====