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Robert Guilliman took a deep breath, his crown gleaming, signed his name one last time, and put down his pen.
【send troops.】
The Primarch said firmly.
Yay, it's gone!
Chapter 786 I think stars can be thrown away
The Silent Eye
The stars are moving at its fingertips.
The Silent King, the great Szalak, sat upon his throne, and all the undead in space, as extensions of his consciousness, carried out the king's commands.
In the Eye of Silence, countless stars are being dragged away by immense forces, either thrown off their own planets or pulled deeper into the galaxies. Under the Silent King's command, countless galaxies are undergoing this transformation.
On the important node planet, countless Netherworld Scarabs buzzed, and the originally dilapidated Black Stone Obelisk began to recover. A huge, ancient wave, as if echoing from ancient times, spread out, enveloping the entire Eye of Silence in a powerful anti-psychic energy domain.
The entire anti-spiritual energy domain of the Eye of Silence is reviving, at which time any sentient being will be suppressed.
This is the Silent King's open scheme.
How can the human empire invade this place? How can they establish a foothold here? They can't even establish a base or set up their own front lines, let alone achieve victory.
Within the star sector where the Eye of Silence has not yet been enveloped by the anti-psychic domain, small areas of strong psychic fog still appear—this is a normal phenomenon.
On the throne, the Silent King remained silent, its codes and commands spreading out to the slaves who did not need to think. In recent days, countless necromancers and overlords had knelt at its feet, swearing allegiance to Szalak.
As of now, compared to the recently dormant Space Necromancers, nearly 60% of the Space Necromancers have been revived. Excluding those infected by the Skinner virus and those dynasties that have completely lost their fighting power, nearly 50% of the dynasties are still capable of fighting.
During this period, half of the dynasties pledged their loyalty to the Silent King, while the other 30% were annexed by the Tesok Dynasty and became the ignorant and incompetent subordinates of the Storm King.
And the last 20%... the silent king's eyes gleamed even colder.
It estimated that these two parts were "stolen" by the Endless One, Tarasim.
Tarasin...
The name it loathed slid across the underlying code, leaving a permanent mark on the Silent King's code. It would hunt down this thief relentlessly until—
The sound of footsteps broke the eternal silence of the tomb. The Silent King raised his eyes slightly and saw yet another royal emperor who had come to pledge allegiance. It was a little late, but given that it belonged to a very small and peripheral dynasty, the Silent King decided to forgive it.
Because of the pilgrimage, the young emperor did not carry a staff or wear a cloak; the faint shimmering green of his status symbolized him as he stepped beneath the high throne.
"Great King of Silence, I have come—"
The young vizier was about to kneel down when his words abruptly stopped—Tarasin raised his face and looked at Szalak on the throne.
"We have come to declare war on you!"
"?! Tarasin?!"
Tarazin chuckled as it saw the Silent King stand up in astonishment. Countless beams of annihilating green light shot towards Tarazin, but Tarazin frantically spread its arms and pounced on the Silent King without regard for anything else, as if it desperately wanted to embrace it.
The next moment, a deafening self-destruct flash filled the entire space.
When the Silent King, covered in dust and grime, raises his face from the aftermath of the explosion, he will find that it is only the beginning.
It would look out the window with intense anger, and then see the trembling stars.
To witness the "wisdom" unique to human empires.
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They are trying to create a battlefield completely devoid of psionic power.
Inside the strategic chamber of the Makurag's Glory, the holographic, shimmering blue light shone on the face of the blond monarch, causing Guilliman's jaw to tighten.
I was indeed careless in this regard.
But this does not represent a strategic failure; on the contrary, it will create an opportunity for them, a situation that takes them by surprise.
[How's the site layout? Is the Mechanics Academy ready?]
Hades remained silent for a moment, as if to confirm, as specks of silver light fell around him, reflecting the thousands of mechanical sages who were working and toiling.
Each glimmer of silver light is a gaze, a stare.
Then, Hades nodded.
As the Primarch gestured, the holographic projection containing only the Eye of Silence area rapidly shrank, shrank, and shrank again, until all the dazzling special markings on the star map were revealed.
【start.】
Guilliman said softly, and Hades, who had been standing silently beside him, nodded and disappeared in a flash of lightning the next moment.
………………
Slingshot Galaxy
"Launch! Launch! Launch!!!"
The Great Sage on the command tower roared, waving his command banner like a fanatical orc. Points of anti-gravity silver light floated around him, adding endless power and wisdom to the sage.
Beneath the crane, millions of tiny, ant-like defenders of the faith flowed busily alongside the sages.
A tremendous lament echoed faintly in their ears; the whole world was weeping because of the immense power condensed by technology.
Gravity tore open a rift, ripping apart the barrier between the warp and the real world. A black planet with a cracked surface, flowing with flames and lava, was slowly pulled out of the warp. An immortal red-eyed dragon perched on it, gripping its warhammer tightly in its hand!
"Launch! Launch! Launch!!!"
As early as the Battle of Slaanesh, the throwing of planets was used in actual combat, and now, under the leadership of Hades, countless similar planets are being dragged out of the warp, enveloped in a rich warp atmosphere.
"emission!!!"
The sage trembled and shouted, leaning back and firing out command waves, which, like marbles between the fingers of a giant god, sent the planet flying in an instant!
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what happened? !
The psionic sensor emitted a piercing alarm in its brain. The Silent King abruptly pulled its senses outward. What did it see?! A madman!!!
Utter madness! Primitive barbarians!!!
Are they fucking green-skinned?!
The once dark and silent subspace of the Eye of Silence suddenly began to flash with dazzling light, as bright as the sun. Several planets of different colors lit up on their own, as if they had their own background music, and descended at several key points in the Eye of Silence.
Several large figures with their own subspace auras appeared from the planet!
Suddenly, surging waves rose from the subspace and swept into the surrounding subspace. The planets that had just landed were not yet stable. As if calculated, they were drawn by gravity and crashed into the nearest black rock node planet!
no? ? ?
"March! March! March!!!"
As the horns of a forced march sounded, the Imperial Navy, hidden in the nearby warp, ramped up their engines. Psionicists, personally trained by the Crimson King, stood at the bow of their ships and, like carrier pigeons returning home, leaped into their respective warp zones.
The collisions and embraces between planets continue slowly. In the void, the close proximity and immense gravity render everything futile, like knights drawing their swords, silently stabbing at each other.
Explosions and destruction occurred simultaneously, and the wave of planetary destruction surged in the physical world along with the subspace. Nearby space necromantic base stations were destroyed by the wave, but more ships reacted in advance and headed into deep space to avoid the waves that represented destruction.
This created a blank space, a space not under the jurisdiction of the space necromancers.
Come forth, my warriors!
On the blood-red sandy ground, Angron whistled and scratched his head with his hair gelled. The entire planet he stood on was shattering, pushed further away by the immense force of the explosion. However, the atmosphere, which was raging due to gravitational disturbance, did not affect the Primarch in the slightest. Angron stood in place like a rock, letting the wind blow wildly through his hair.
He roared, and the gladiator giant rose from the warp, his crimson light soaking the sector. Angron was delighted to hear the response of his own offspring.
Come on, come on!
The Primarch clapped his hands and opened his arms. The next moment, a flash of psionic energy shone from beside him, and his white-armored, blue-shouldered warrior emerged from the raging warp, axe in hand.
In my name!
Amidst the storm, a majestic figure with outstretched wings raised his spear high, living up to the name of Saint Gilles! The rebuilt army of the Holy Blood Angels emerged from beneath their father's wings.
Let the lava temper us!
The immortal Vulcan roared, the dragons breathed fire, and the giant who ruled over life summoned his benevolent offspring.
Let the shadows of ravens and night bats live on forever.
Conrad chuckled and emerged from behind the silent Corax, as the two legions, skilled in flanking combat, appeared together on the sector's flank.
Hold this position.
Thus Rog Dorn said, the largest planet crashed down like a rock on the front lines of the entire war zone, and he and his bright yellow offspring would be the most fortified fortress of the Empire.
【…】
A calm, deep breath sounded like a hiss.
[Resilience.]
Bright amber gleamed beneath the hood, right in the center of the front line, where the shadow of death loomed.
There's nothing more to say; the cold glint of light from the scythe will speak for Mortarion.
"Plan is going smoothly!"
Above the grandeur, Eurykan let out a joyful shout. On the star chart, several stars lit up, connecting to form a sufficiently large star field. The Mechanicus task force, personally trained by Hades, had already arrived inside the black stone obelisks that had gone out of control due to the planetary impact, successfully reversing their polarity.
Within the warp, the Eye of Silence shone once more, reflecting the glory of the human empire.
"I think we can fight a serious battle now, Szalak, the alien king."
A colossal ship of sapphire blue and gold emerged from a constellation of twinkling stars, and the emperor, Robert Guilliman, sat upon his throne, his crown gleaming brightly on his forehead.
Beside him to the right, at the Empire's computational hub, stood Fernus Manus, the Lord of Nirvana. The brilliance of steel and sparks shone from the Primarch's iron-grey eyes. Fernus seemed to sense something—between machines and metal, the power of the Warp was bowing down to him.
Beside him to his right stood Magnus, the Empire’s greatest psionicist, the great Crimson King, the true sage, Robert Guilliman’s psionic advisor. Magnus’s ruddy skin and powerful aura, combined with the abundant psionic energy, made the psionicist feel instantly comfortable.
Robert Guilliman's golden light shines, perfectly blending and encompassing the mixed colors of his brothers within this vast expanse of golden light. Gold is the purest color of humanity, the supreme color of the Nine Tripods.
This is the color of an emperor.
This is an all-star lineup.
But—there are still shortcomings, or rather, there is a lack of the true main force.
The Mechanicus's horn sounded as the Imperial Star Force and Navy charged forward, with Pluton always by their side. Following the Primarchs and the Space Marine Legion, the Mechanic's vanguard engineering team arrived.
On the colossal mechanical ship, countless missile heavy vehicles, mobile defensive barriers, embedded underground fortresses (?), temporary medical points, mobile military factories... are clustered amidst the crimson chaos, stationed on the largest and most stable fragment of the planet, and immediately put into production and construction.
Real warfare is made of trenches and metal! Flesh and blood are weak and feeble! They cannot match the immense power of metal behemoths.
Gears and machinery roared, in the name of Om Messiah! The magnificent figures of Titans and knights moved among the red-robed figures, ringing the great bells!
The various giant materials that needed to be built floated against gravity, as if a giant hand was controlling them—this was the power of Hades!
Each black stone obelisk was immediately protected, emitting a psychic glow. Fragments of the Primarchs' psychic energy were scattered upon it, giving it different colors and textures of light.
The light shone even brighter in the warp, as hundreds of millions of souls, driven by fanaticism, surged into the battlefield. Life was the Emperor's currency, and the mortal army, far outnumbering the Space Marines, entered the arena. Though the light of their souls was small, it still gathered into a sky full of starlight!
Every time the Space Marines on the battlefield are wiped out, every time the Titans on the battlefield fall, those who remain on the front lines are always the Oil Boy and the Gun-wielding Mortal Boy!
Without the faith of millions of warriors, where would the Primarch's power and radiance, as brilliant as the sun, come from?
The star chart on the throne of the Silent King, which was originally a peaceful emerald green, was suddenly filled with a bright gold. The dazzling gold light shone on Szalak's face, reflecting his not-so-pleasant expression.
Its time engineers didn't give it any warning about any of this! Those sleep-deprived bastards!
Above the dimension, Orikan smiled with satisfaction. No space necromancer knew how to manipulate time better than it! The main body of Tarachin behind it suddenly jumped up. Tarachin's data stream had finally returned. The space necromancer picked up its scepter and rushed out.
“You should have seen Szalak’s expression back then! I recorded it!”
Tarasim's voice faded into the distance, for the army of the Endless awaited it—the human empire was not the only force fighting the Silent King.
Some grudges can be settled together.
Or to put it another way, it's not just the human empire that wants to teach Szalak a lesson.
The Tesok Dynasty
“You should seriously consider my opinion, Great Storm King.”
Orikan's clone knelt down, bowed its head, and spoke earnestly. Opposite it, the Tyrant, Storm King, who had a fondness for the bodies of space necromancers, was deep in thought.