Chapter 637: The Silent King Cries Out

The Silent King only felt that his eyes suddenly went black, and his body was wrapped in a thin piece of cloth.

It was just such a thin piece of cloth, yet it completely blocked his perception of the outside world. He tried to move his body to tear the cloth, but no matter what, he could not lift it.

At the same time, his perception system sent feedback: the space-time around the Silent King began to flow rapidly, but it was flowing in the opposite direction.

He saw that the rust on his body faded away in the blink of an eye, and those damages were instantly repaired completely. But strangely, his will and the soul he had been forcibly given were not affected at all in this reversal of time... What, what was the technical principle of this?

Clearly, the Silent King could perceive that every part of his whole body, including the logic engines and memory modules, was flowing backward. The damages left over the sixty million years of time were recovering, but his will and soul seemed completely independent and unaffected.

What was even more bizarre was that the Silent King himself had a deep understanding of space-time technology, but the Silent King could not see the principle of how this piece of cloth reversed time at all.

Where was the energy required for reversing time hidden? Where were the mechanical components required hidden? By what principle was it realized?

The Silent King could not understand it, and could not even grasp a single edge. He tried some ways to stop it, but it had no effect.

He was like being stuffed into a train galloping toward the past, unable to resist the flowing-backward time.

Relying on observing the space-time built into his logic engine, the Silent King soon judged that in the time just now, time had flowed backward for ten thousand years.

But this wrapping cloth still did not stop running, still rolling the Silent King toward the past.

Ten thousand years,

one hundred thousand years,

one million years,

ten million years,

sixty million years.

Time flowed backward to a degree that was unbelievable to the Silent King. His body completely recovered to its peak state; the perfect body from when he fought the C'tan returned. He was more powerful than at any moment in the past sixty million years.

Even...

even the Command Protocol returned.

That shackle imposed on all Necrons, the supreme program controlling all Necrons, was reborn in the Silent King's logic engine.

In an instant, the Silent King felt power.

His spirit was spreading among the stars along the Command Protocol, pressing down on all Necrons.

Countless Phaerons, Overlords, Lords, and Crypteks sensed at the first moment that their wills were controlled by the shackles again.

Programs like chains began to infiltrate their logic engines.

The Silent King's will appeared in their wills like a ghost, firmly controlling them.

"This is... the Command Protocol?" The Unspeakable Zarathusa roared in shock.

Subsequently, other Phaerons and Overlords beside him cursed loudly at the same time.

At the moment the Command Protocol was restored, the Phaerons, Overlords, and Lords felt anger.

Damn the Silent King, knowing this bastard wouldn't be so kind as to destroy the Command Protocol and give the Necrons freedom.

He really secretly kept the Command Protocol——————

But subsequently, the Phaerons and Overlords noticed something subtle.

The Silent King, he didn't seem quite right.

He... he seemed... he seemed to have grown a soul?

An indescribable sense of surprise and hunger spread among the Phaerons and Overlords.

Just at this moment, Zhou Yun gently lifted the time-wrapping cloth.

The Silent King made a reaction in this instant.

His body was even more powerful and perfect than when it hadn't been eroded by Warp energy just now. His speed was so fast that even Mortarion, who was standing on the side, felt amazed.

The Silent King instantly stood up, his arm tearing open a pocket dimension in mid-air, trying to escape into it while issuing orders to all Necrons through the Command Protocol.

"Reject the soul, kill..."

But before the Silent King could issue the protocol, a round hand gently rested on his forehead. ===== CHAPTER 638 =====