Chapter 410 The Silent King Has an Order

These pixel blocks without any regular shapes, it is hard for the Deleter Rotaros to imagine that this is all the Executioner Dynasty Fleet.

The huge pyramid ships that cover the sky and the sun, with enough gravity to make the planet derail, are now gathered in the black and white blocks that look like Benis's hands.

"Is that all?" Rotaros wanted to ask Emperor Benis, but he shut up obediently. He still chose to trust the experience of professionals.

"Remember to use fewer wrong rules. The universe can no longer withstand our abuse."

Emperor Benis sighed, and then looked at Emperor Inamas, who was unhappy and kept on tiptoeing.

"So what enemy did you encounter?"

"We met a big idiot who played with the words of the Creator! He was also in league with the God of Death!" Inamas shook his hands angrily, "Not to mention that he dug a grave of the enslaver mother! Maybe he got something again!"

"Slave mother?" Bennis said in surprise. These subspace creatures with incredible mind control abilities were born in the torrent of the subspace.

It is not known whether the War in Heaven caused the birth of these creatures, or whether they were dormant in that world of souls. The Necrontyr only knew that the enslavers could control everything.

In the literal sense, there is no difference between souled and soulless objects for the enslavers. Their control ability is more like a conceptual power.

A thing that is clearly separated from the surrounding scene and becomes an independent object can be manipulated by the power of the enslaver.

"Sixty million years ago, at the end of the War in Heaven, I still remember that these things destroyed the last Ancient Saint." Bennis sighed, "But fortunately, we also destroyed the original slaver. Are you sure that the slaver mother is dead?"

"Of course, if he is not dead, this slaver mother is enough to keep all my fleets. If it weren't for the subjective, those original slavers as big as planets would really be impossible to fight."

"So what are these slavers like now?"

"How is it?" In Armas sneered, "What else can they do? Like other lower species, they have been degenerating. Now they are only a few dozen meters in size, with a short control range and can only control more than ten low-level life forms."

"Oh, so that's it." Bennis didn't know what to sigh about, but just sighed slightly, "In short, use less wrong weapons, understand."

"You have to see how crazy that bastard who played with the Word of the Creator is!" In Armas shook his head impatiently, indicating that he already knew.

"I will send you into the gap of the space dimension of Odysseus Quadrant-15."

"Why go there?"

"Because the Silent King will hold a meeting there."

"Then what are you waiting for! Hurry up!"

In Armas suddenly became excited, and he jumped and urged Bennis to send him away from this hellhole.

Bennis crushed their wrong bodies into the space, as if they were on a piece of white paper shaped by space.

Folding this paper with almost zero thickness by hand, Bennis could no longer hear the noisy voice of In Armas. He still remembered how cold and cruel In Armas was, and the number of times he spoke was second only to the Silent King.

But now, this guy has become so undignified because of the damage to the module, and he looks like he has no majesty of the emperor.

The space paper was folded 8 times infinitely, and finally Bennis threw this paper that was close to the limit to others.

"You handle it, Airo."

"Okay."

No sound came, but Benis could tell that the mistake star god took the folded paper and completed the last infinite fold.

The paper disappeared, and they were sent to the real space, across the starry sky and dimension, and fell directly into the gap of the space dimension of Odysseus Quadrant-15.

The huge fleet that covered the sky and the sun came back again, and the ridiculously large sickle returned to Inamas's hands.

"Ah! I can smell the taste of reality! This really makes me happy! Ha. Ha. Ha. Ha."

A mechanical laugh came from Inamas' throat, and he knocked the ground a few times with the tail hammer of the sickle, "Let's go to see the king!"

Odysseus Quadrant-15 Space Dimension Gap.

This is an independent space isolated from the universe, which was separated by the Death Fearers during the War in Heaven. This is the last resistance area of ​​the Ancient Orc Empire.

Now, all the Necrontyr nobles who responded to the call of the Silent King knelt on one knee on the floating island of shock, which was paved with the bones of trillions of smart boys, and waited for the gathering with their heads down.

The Silent King stood on the ruling throne Dias, and on both sides were the other two saints. They formed the power core of the Necrontyr Empire and conveyed the will to the entire Necrontyr civilization through the ruling throne.

The last king, Silent King Szalak, was behind the captured Star God, whose shining body showed an extremely painful expression.

But no one could hear his wailing, and no one knew his power.

Everything was bound by the throne, and this Star God would always use his pain to provide endless energy for the throne.

The other two saints, Shadow Hand Mesofit and Lord of Light Haputala, one holding the Scythe of Ashes and the other holding the Staff of Stars, were responsible for conveying all the will.

Those who know do not speak, and those who speak do not know.

The Silent King never speaks.

"The Executioner Dynasty, the Hierophant Inamas is here."

The two saints standing beside the Silent King spoke in unison, using the same grammar and even the same pronunciation.

"My King."

Inamas knelt deeply on the ground, feeling ashamed of his lateness, but he was not prepared to defend his lateness.

"It's okay, stand up."

The voices of the two saints came, and their voices were the king's meaning.

Inamas and the nobles of the Deathly Hallows stood up at the command of the Silent King. They looked up at the Silent King's cold and delicate metal body, and saw unimaginable foresight from the faint light in his eyes.

The last Silent King, the last Lord of the Three Saints, the one who crushed the Star God, the one who fought against the Ancient Saints, the creator of unity, and the holder of the Scepter of Eternal Glory.

These are just a few of the countless great titles of the Deathly Hallows ruler, Szalak, but they are enough to depict a glorious and luxurious picture of the king.

Whenever he thought of all this, Inamas felt deeply happy and grateful that he had the honor to serve such a king.

"We gather here for the eternal rule of the Necrontyr"

The Silent King and his two left and right voices