Chapter 622: Desperate Silent King

The Silent King's court had never been so silent; his flagship, the Song of Annihilation, was as silent as he was.

Every Necron could vaguely feel the anger of the Lord of the Necrons.

"Why are there so many traitors! These shameful traitors actually dare to live up to the Silent King's mercy and trust!"

"Imotekh, shameless traitor! Zahndrekh, shameless traitor!"

Only Hapsharas the Radiant stood by the Silent King's side, constantly roaring angrily.

He was like the embodiment of the Silent King's angry side, strongly condemning those Necrons who had betrayed the Silent King's will.

Orikan remained silent, just silently staring at the battle situation map in mid-air.

The Xindu star system had been captured; the troops directly belonging to the Silent King were caught in a pincer attack by the Silent King's fleet, the human fleet, and Zahndrekh's fleet, and the entire fleet was completely wiped out after persisting for less than four hours.

After all, even the supreme commander of the fleet, Zahndrekh, had betrayed them; how could they still fight?

Only the World Engine under Zerath's command was still resisting desperately, but the human troops and Zahndrekh's troops had also completed the boarding of the World Engine, and it was highly likely that the World Engine could not be held either.

And among them was the method of reversing biotransference that the Silent King had placed great hope in.

Many dynasties were already wavering between the Silent King and Zhou Yun; on one side was Zhou Yun's promise to grant souls, and on the other was the Silent King's promise to reverse biotransference.

Most dynasties tended toward the Silent King, simply because he was the original ruler of the Necrons, influenced by inertia.

Now the Silent King had suffered repeated setbacks in military affairs, the Pariah Nexus was about to be unable to be held, and the method of reversing biotransference was also highly likely to be gone; many dynasties gradually began to tend toward humans again... of course, there were many of these that Orikan was pushing in secret.

Relying on his astrology and Zhou Yun's hints, Orikan clearly understood the pain points of every Phaeron and every Overlord, and often silently induced the Silent King to strike their pain points, causing those Phaerons and Overlords to feel dissatisfied.

This was very smooth, smooth to the point that Orikan himself felt a bit unbelievable; was the Silent King actually so easy to manipulate? He, Orikan, was an astrologer, not a deceiver?

It was almost as if there was a deceiver lying in the Silent King's ear, helping Orikan induce and deceive the Silent King.

"Do these stupid traitors not see the great glory of the Silent King Szarekh?"

"Have they forgotten what great contributions the great Silent King Szarekh has made to his race?"

"Can they not extend their hands and place them on their metal chests, feel their non-existent heartbeats, and recall what the Silent King has brought them?"

Hapsharas the Radiant was still clamoring.

Orikan listened to his words, unable to help but place his hand on his metal chest; feeling his cold body, Orikan almost laughed out loud.

Wasn't this exactly what the Silent King had brought them?

Damn Hapsharas, are you disguised by Xi Gaoqi? How do you have such clown talent?

Orikan raised his head slightly, looking at Hapsharas.

But... but his gaze couldn't help but shift toward the Silent King.

There was no clear anger on the Silent King's face anymore, only a kind of indifference, a kind of self-mockery, a bitter smile as if he were mocking himself.

It was as if after the fire of anger burned out, what remained was...

Stab!!!!

A metal spear swirling with unquenchable bright flames was suddenly pulled out, and before Hapsharas could react, it pierced through his back.

Hapsharas opened his mouth slightly, and a sharp wail came from his mouth, but soon this wailing sound was mixed with playful laughter.

Hapsharas's body suddenly collided, the metal skeleton scattered everywhere, and a golden figure composed of scorching energy and living metal drilled out from within his body... C'tan, the Deceiver... Mephet'ran!

This C'tan shard mocked the Silent King sharply, but his chest was also pierced by the Silent King's long spear.

Starting from the tip of the spear, the crystal lattice of the dimension began to burst, disintegrate, and fall apart in the sound of wailing, and the skeleton of reality also cracked inch by inch in the twisting, and this Deceiver C'tan shard on this reality also began to crack and disintegrate.

This C'tan shard shattered into more C'tan shards in the blink of an eye, exploding in all directions, but before flying a few meters away, the Silent King waved his hand slightly, and a series of hyper-dimensional cube labyrinths captured all these C'tan shards.

Damn Hapsharas was actually the Deceiver!!

Orikan was a bit stunned.

But the Silent King remained unmoved, just walking toward Orikan step by step, standing in front of Orikan.

"Master Orikan."

This time the Silent King did not remain silent, but said to Orikan in his slightly elegant voice:

"You say, why are there so many traitors."

Within Orikan's metal body, he actually felt a bone-chilling coldness that was hard to endure.

At this moment, the Silent King gave him a completely different feeling than before, almost as if, almost as if...

Orikan suddenly remembered.

The current Silent King was very much like the Silent King when he led the Necrons to resist the C'tan.

Although not exactly the same, it was already very close...

"Because... because the shameless traitors have forgotten the greatness of the Silent King, forgotten your past achievements, because the traitors do not understand loyalty..."

"Then are you the same, Master?" The long spear in the Silent King's hand flickered with unquenchable bright flames.

That was not the flame of the spear itself; that was the wailing and curse of a god when it shattered.

That was a god-killing weapon.

The Silent King had once held this long spear and shattered the C'tan Burning One alone; the pain, wailing, and curse of the Burning One turned into flames that forever entwined around this spear...

After destroying the C'tan, most of the god-killing weapons were destroyed by the Necrons, but it was obvious that the Silent King had preserved this one.

Orikan's gaze shifted away from the long spear and looked at the Silent King.

"Do you want to kill me?" Orikan asked calmly.

"No, Orikan, my friend, I will not do that."

The Silent King revealed a slight smile:

"Sixty million years ago, you advised me not to execute biotransference; although I did not listen to your advice, I have always kept your contribution in mind."

"I therefore forgive your betrayal this time, and sincerely invite you to continue to serve me in the future."

"I refuse; I already have a new object of loyalty." Orikan shook his head lightly and said. ===== CHAPTER 623 =====

"I refuse; I already have a new object of allegiance," Orikan said, shaking his head gently.