Chapter 988: War of the Dead
The Silent King had no interest in the Deceiver's mocking riddles, and he ordered the fleet to fire at the Deceiver. A weapon that the Human Empire had never seen before was activated in the depths of the Void Pyramid, and the wave that tore everything apart was stretched to nanometers, and thrown at the Deceiver like a heavy arrow on a crossbow.
The tearing force made the Deceiver dare not take it head-on, even though he had set up ritual fields deep in many nests of the Human Empire to disperse the damage.
"Let's see the result of the dice." The Deceiver threw the dice, and the tearing force could not move at all before the result came out.
Ding Dingdangdang, the result was revealed.
"Oh, failure." The Deceiver showed the result to the Silent King, and the tearing force immediately spread and melted like a silk thread swinging into the water.
Fortunately, the Necrontyr has never lacked experience in fighting against the Star Gods, and they have long held the intelligence that the Human Empire has tested with countless lives.
The dynasty warlocks exerted their strength together, and the black stone shell of a pyramid was covered with countless technological runes. The violent energy directly acted on the law level to forcibly reverse the result thrown by the fraudster.
Ka La, a dice jumped, showing a different number from before, which successfully made the disintegrating tearing force gather again and pierce the fraudster fiercely.
The fraudster's body was torn in half, and he wailed, transferring more tearing force to his believers. In countless worlds of the human empire, the fraudster acts in different identities, sometimes as a respected bishop, sometimes as a brave and fearless general, and sometimes as a quick-thinking politician. Through these identities, he develops his own power, different doctrines, different names, different structures, and even different beliefs.
The scope of the fraudster's power grabbing is quite wide, just like the void dragon will take part of the soul from the mechanical priest who transformed his body as food.
The fraudster has deceived and supported those believers for so long, and now it is time for them to pay.
The tearing force gradually disappeared, and the Trickster maintained his intact body by disintegrating hundreds of millions of believers. He was panting, but also very excited, because the tearing force could not be released twice in a short period of time. The fragile Milky Way was limiting the use of the Necrontyr's cutting-edge weapons.
"What? My great king." The Trickster said softly, "You once had the courage to extinguish hundreds of galaxies and slaughter thousands of civilizations, but now you dare not force your weapons to charge a second time?"
The Silent King ignored the Trickster and just ordered his subordinates to get ready. Several Hierophants, including Inamas, have already held the key to liberate the power of the Star God in their hands, and they can rush up and attack as long as they are ordered.
"Now it's my turn, Silent King." The Trickster sneered, then tore open the space and released many spherical, huge degraded bodies.
"So can we start? Can we start? I can't wait!" The onlooker kept urging, and took out all the tools used to record history.
Onlooker? The Silent King's eyes flickered. He didn't expect that this neutral Star God would also stand on the side of the Deceiver. What did the Deceiver promise to the bystander?
The Deceiver asked the bystander to be patient, and then took out a can of filler full of history and knowledge. The compressed content inside was so much and rich that the intangible things like history and knowledge became as sticky and heavy as asphalt.
The degraded body was filled up fiercely, and the pale outer skin under the light of the stars swelled up. The substances inside constantly reorganized and squirmed, creating many creepy and disgusting bulges.
Puff!
The bulge exploded, and a mechanical object with mixed styles and chaotic weapons floated out. The Silent King only felt that it looked familiar, but couldn't recognize what it was.
"Why does this thing look like something that was created by the Sander civilization and the Las servants? A Flash-class living battleship?"
The mutterings of the Hierophant Amas evoked the dusty memories of the Silent King. These were all forces created by the Ancient Saints during the War of Heaven, and were also one of the countless civilizations that completely perished in the great destruction of the universe.
"Your next question is: how did you do it?"
The Deceiver perfectly grasped the Silent King's psychology, and then kindly explained to the Silent King, "Although the universe is shattered and only the Milky Way is left, their projections are honestly staying in the subspace. The invisible wasteland, which is much larger and deeper than the realm of the four gods of Chaos, is composed of the echoes of all the destroyed civilizations. The dead of the old days shuttle through it in sorrow and resent you victors."
"I also helped a lot!" The onlooker proudly boasted, "I extracted those canned histories and knowledge. These degraded bodies can reproduce the glory of the past like plasticine!" The onlooker was very excited when he said this, and he couldn't wait to record the battle scene later. The old dead souls are taking revenge on the dead winners! This is simply wonderful.
The Deceiver felt helpless about the onlooker's eagerness, and he no longer wanted to continue to show off to the Silent King. After slowly waving his hand at the Silent King, he said, "Now, you can't help the young bacon."
The Deceiver disappeared, and no one knew what conspiracy he was busy with. The countless degraded bodies surrounding the King's fleet suddenly exploded, and a vortex like a black hole appeared in every broken flesh and blood. They sucked up all the dead and invisible wastes in the subspace, and then poured the history and knowledge of the destroyed civilization into it. In an instant, countless twisted warships that had fought against the Necrontyr were spit out.
These old shadows made the Silent King feel irritated. These servants of the Old Saints had caused a lot of trouble to the Necrontyr army when they were alive, and now they are dead and will not let go of the Necrontyr.
A duel between two dead people?
The Silent King felt sad about this sudden idea, and then commanded the fleet to kill the old dead souls that surrounded them. These forcibly awakened creatures were not as difficult as they used to be. The shells made of bone plates, blood and flesh could not stop the decomposition of Gaussian beams at all. However, they had died once before, so they naturally did not care about the concept of casualties. They just rushed towards the Silent King with endless hatred, trying to turn him into a part of the invisible waste abyss.
What the Emperor Inamas called a Flash-class living warship fired at a tomb ship, and millions of hot lights lashed at the tomb ship's shield like long whips. In the violent flashes and chain explosions, the tomb ship's shield was fully consumed by one-hundred-and-forty-tenth, and then the tomb ship counterattacked, and the long-charged heavy Gaussian beams tore thousands of Flash-class living warships into pieces.