The Emperor’s Angel of Death

Chapter 2713: The Fall of a Dynasty (Part 2)

"High Lord, the Mark of Death cannot stop that thing. I urge you to reconsider. There's still time to abandon ship and evacuate."

The Triarch Praetorians were practically begging the High Lord of the Rysan Dynasty to run for his life, but High Lord Bausset had been completely consumed by rage, and even his secondary logic functions had failed.

He sat on his throne like a caged beast, his eyes burning into the three Triarch Praetorians. If his eyes could fire gauss rays, he would have turned them to ash long ago.

"The Rysan Dynasty will not fall, but after today, all dynasties will understand Szarekh's treachery, and your so-called Awakened Council will become a laughingstock!"

Hearing this, the lead Triarch Praetorian's eyes flickered slightly as he said in a low voice:

"High Lord Bausset, if you insist on this course, we have no choice but to exercise the disciplinary authority granted to us by the Awakened Council."

The next moment, all the troops in the bridge, including the nobles, pointed their weapons at the three Triarch Praetorians.

Bausset let out a somewhat manic laugh, slowly stood up, walked forward a few steps, passed in front of his few remaining sons, and came to the edge of the ziggurat, his massive warscythe pointing at them.

"You! Dogs relying on power! If it weren't for Szarekh, would you really think you were anything?! I can now—"

Suddenly, beams of light flashed, and Bausset's sons fell one by one without any reaction, their heads disappearing completely, until only one remained.

And the remaining prince thrust a uniquely shaped scythe-sword into his father's back.

"You—you—Mentuhotep..."

The High Lord felt his whole body paralyzed, and even more terrifying was that his Dynasty Command Protocols were being usurped, and all of this came from the blade in his son's hand, which reminded him of some memory fragments before his biotransference.

Throne, blood, father, brothers...

He stood panting before the blood and the throne, his hands and feet trembling, corpses lying at his feet, courtiers kneeling around him.

The High Lord struggled to turn his head. He had countless items on his person that could save his life, but they were all useless at this moment. All he saw was a cold, deathly face and bright eyes.

"Father, the dynasty cannot perish with you. Forgive me."

The prince whispered, then abruptly withdrew the blade and swung it again.

The High Lord's head rolled off his neck and was caught by the prince. The surrounding courtiers were stunned. No one reacted, or rather, they didn't know what to do.

In principle, the High Lord was not dead yet. He could still be resurrected through the highest Rebirth Protocols, but since the coup had already been launched, it meant that the coup plotters must have had a response.

Moreover, all the princes present were dead, or rather, all the princes on the ship were dead. While waiting for resurrection, according to the temporary order of succession, only this one temporarily controlled the Dynasty's Supreme Command Protocols.

Some courtiers noticed the murderers who had killed the other princes—a group of Deathmarks hidden in the shadows, with emerald shells. A very few knowledgeable nobles immediately judged that these were likely assassins sent by the Silent King. In fact, this group of Deathmarks was called the Silent Breath, a top-secret assassin organization belonging to the Silent King, and their weapons were specifically designed to target their own kind.

"High Lord Mentuhotep, please lead the nobles of the dynasty to evacuate. While the Crownworld has not yet been breached, immediately return to the tomb world to gather the remaining forces and important items, and then leave here to rebuild the Supreme Throne in other tomb worlds of the dynasty. The Awakened Council will give you enough help, but you need to bide your time. The Eldar's Eternal Court and the Awakened Council will soon formulate corresponding strategies. The blood feud of the Rysan Dynasty will be avenged one day."

Mentuhotep, the prince who usurped the throne by patricide, also wanted to return to the tomb world immediately. After all, although he had Tech-priests under his command to delay the High Lord's rebirth, things might change over time. He needed to kill off the possibility of his father and other brothers resurrecting as quickly as possible, so that he could become the High Lord in name and in fact.

"What about here?"

"If the prince trusts us, we will temporarily take over the command, but the Deathwave should be beyond saving. The Awakened Council will compensate you with a new flagship in the future."

The prince nodded. At this point, he had completely sided with Szarekh, so he didn't have much choice but to believe everything they said.

"Then I'll leave it to you."

Soon, Prince Mentuhotep hurriedly evacuated the flagship with all the nobles and courtiers, and even most of the soldiers on the flagship. The entire ship was basically maintained by the automated systems alone.

But a force was still retained on the bridge, along with the Triarch Praetorians, waiting.

Waiting for a star of death to arrive—

With a bang, the twisted corpse of a Deathmark was thrown from the distant corridor into the bridge's magnificent archway and slid hundreds of meters across the smooth floor until it stopped at the feet of the Triarch Praetorians.

A moment later, a giant carrying a huge weapon slowly walked in.

He scanned the bridge and then his gaze stopped on the three Triarch Praetorians in front of the throne.

"Where's the High Lord? Judging by your appearance, you're Szarekh's hounds, called Triarch Praetorians, right? Why are you here?"

Faced with the question, the Triarch Praetorians just violently swung their weapons down.

"Kill!"

In an instant, all the Immortals acted in unison, the gauss rifle barrels began to activate with the buzzing of ignited gas and energy, and disintegration rays outlined fiery trajectories in the air—

Three Doomsday Arks rose into the air, their thick barrels emitting blue-white solar flare-like light, and a twisted plasma sphere gathered at the breech flaps, which would lead an unstoppable energy beam—

Ten Annihilation Barges were surrounded by electric arcs, the intense energy even distorting the surrounding space, their huge twin-linked main guns emitting dazzling light, followed by thunderous roars—

Several Tomb Guardians floated like ghosts on the road where Soyosan had once come, and their head-mounted banishment cannons gathered energy that distorted the spatial image—

Countless rays of light crossed the dim bridge, intersecting and arriving, their energy was like a supernova exploding, causing the target to become difficult to locate under such deadly fire coverage, and even the intense energy caused the Triarch Praetorians' visual systems to briefly overload and malfunction for a period of time.

Logically speaking, this kind of energy burst would even be enough to overturn the entire bridge, but in reality, apart from the initial second of shock, there was silence afterward.

Dust swirled around Soyosan's position, as if covering the air with a haze, his body seemed to stand on a huge spotlight—because the black stone ground under his feet was like red-hot metal due to the intense energy.

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