Chapter 628

A cold, biting wind blew across this empty, frozen planet. The gravity of this planet was about 0.6 times that of a normal planet, and its gravity was insufficient to capture a sufficiently thick atmosphere. The thin atmosphere constantly swirled with cold wind, blowing up the loose dust on the surface.

Planet Duat-8—the Silent King's mind instantly brought up the Human Empire's name for this planet.

The name Duat came from a human civilization on ancient Terra; that civilization seemed to have been influenced to a certain extent by the Necron civilization.

The word Duat, in that civilization, meant the Underworld.

The Underworld.

The Silent King held the spear flickering with undying flame, scanning the surroundings with those eyes flickering with emerald light.

He could have used orbital weapons to tear this planet apart in an instant, but that clown god Cegorach had used a scheme to destroy his flagship, the Song of Oblivion, and had also destroyed a large number of his treasured weapons.

Most of the weapons he carried with him were more suitable for individual combat, and the few means capable of instantly destroying a planet—considering that the so-called "Saint Doraemon" was unlikely to be killed by a single easy orbital bombardment—would be too wasteful if used.

So the Silent King chose to board the battlefield arranged by the other party in an honorable way, even at the risk of the spear in his hand still being in...

Szarekh's will froze.

No, why would he perform such an irrational act?

He could have stayed in the void, waiting for the spear in his hand to finish its fifteen-minute cooldown before boarding this planet. Even if the other party attacked him by entering the void, void warfare was clearly more favorable to the Necrons than to humans.

How could he be stupid enough to board this planet directly?

He had even used phase teleportation technology just now to teleport directly onto this planet.

Was it Cegorach's trickery that influenced his mind?

No, that's not right. Besides Cegorach's influence...

The Silent King's expression darkened slightly.

He sensed faint, indistinct bird calls offering slander in his will.

He sensed a bit of bright red battle intent surging in his will.

He sensed that the sense of honor in his heart had inexplicably become a bit stronger.

He also sensed that the flow of his thinking had become stagnant and sluggish.

That was the influence from the Empyrean. Each influence on the Silent King was not much, but added together, they pushed the Silent King to make the wrong decision.

Not to mention that the Silent King himself, as the pinnacle of Necron bodies, already possessed extremely strong Warp resistance.

Just the Dais of Dominion he stood upon could form a powerful anti-Warp field by drawing on the power of the C'tan.

But even so, the Silent King had still been slightly influenced by the Warp without his own awareness.

This shows how powerful those forces currently influencing the Silent King in the Warp were.

Those humans couldn't have invited one of the Void Gods from the Empyrean to influence him, could they?

Thinking about it carefully, there was indeed this possibility.

Those beings in the Empyrean were the great enemies of all living things, and they were the ones who used tricks to make the Master of Mankind sit on the Golden Wang Zuo, turning him into a piece of hemiplegic old salted meat... But Saint Doraemon's flexibility and cunning schemes could rival the Deceiver and Cegorach; it was not impossible for them to invite a Void God to help them.

But this was, after all, a duel in the material universe; those ghosts and monsters of the Warp could not determine the outcome of this war.

The Silent King's intent shifted slightly, and a pocket dimension suddenly opened beneath the Dais of Dominion.

Countless Canoptek Scarabs burning with terrifying energy surged out from the pocket dimension, continuously self-replicating while turning into a tide that submerged the surrounding land.

These Canoptek Scarabs were connected to a C'tan shard of the Outsider that the Silent King had collected.

The Outsider's will had been torn into many tiny fragments and implanted into these Canoptek Scarabs; in essence, these Canoptek Scarabs were all part of the Outsider's body.

This allowed them to carry the Outsider's mental plague. As long as they touched even a little of the energy emitted by these endless swarms, any creature with a will would be infected with the Outsider's mental plague, their consciousness torn apart, and they would become lunatics in boundless pain.

The endless swarm instantly covered one-third of Duat-8.

Just at this moment, through the sensors of the Canoptek Scarabs, the Silent King saw a figure on the desolate horizon.

It was a beautiful golden person, clad in dazzling golden power armor, standing at the boundary between heaven and earth. A head of golden hair shrouded under silver chains echoed with the light of the sky, as if a small morning star were hanging on the ground.

He was still so beautiful...

The Silent King thought with some emotion.

If the entire human civilization had any value to the Silent King, it was that it had given birth to such a perfect and beautiful existence as Sanguinius.

Even though he was now an irreconcilable enemy, the Silent King still cherished their friendship in his heart.

The Sanguinius on the horizon turned his head, and the Silent King was slightly stunned.

He... how did he feel that Sanguinius's eyes were a bit dull, as if, when germ cells underwent meiosis, the twenty-first chromosome failed to separate, resulting in three twenty-first chromosomes in the body?

Then, there were more Sanguiniuses.

Above the horizon, more Sanguiniuses appeared.

They were all the same as the first Sanguinius the Silent King had seen—dull-faced, as if they had no self-will, as if they were just clay sculptures that resembled him in appearance but had not captured his spirit.

These dull Sanguiniuses gathered densely on the horizon into a wall, blocking the endless swarm.

Then, these Sanguiniuses began to run.

Their running posture was so strange, so abstract, so comical.

Their arms swung up and down, their strides were extremely large, and combined with Sanguinius's tall build, it was like countless golden worms twitching their bodies, as if they had no bones or muscles to support them, and beneath their skin was just soft, powerless clay.