The Emperor’s Angel of Death

Seeing Lana's silence, Szohr didn't press further. Instead, he leaned back slightly and asked in a more relaxed tone:

"Princess Lana, I'm curious, what exactly is the feud between the Mupekta Dynasty and Szarekh? As the leader of the Necrons, why would he kill his own kind so ruthlessly? Wasn't the biotransference supported by all Necrons back then?"

Lana was first taken aback, but quickly realized who had leaked this information. She glanced at Occam, then said coldly:

"Trazyn is a pervert who likes to pry into other people's privacy. You'd better be careful when dealing with him."

"Can you answer my question?"

At this moment, Occam also spoke:

"Princess Lana, I've had your scarab brought up. As long as you cooperate, we will return it to you unharmed."

That pet was a gift from her cousin and had special significance for Lana. She had been worried about how to get it back, but now that the other party had said this, she could only helplessly answer:

"Not everyone supported that crazy plan. A significant number of dynasties opposed biotransference. Szarekh, facing the opposition, chose to raise the butcher's knife. Nephthys of Amnok was the first to raise the banner of resistance, and dozens of dynasties joined the anti-biotransference alliance he led. The Mupekta Dynasty was also among them. Initially, neither side showed an overwhelming advantage. Nephthys, with his brilliant art of war, even fought Szarekh's top lackey, the Mephrit Dynasty, to a standstill, even gaining a slight advantage. But the deranged Szarekh chose to sell his soul to the greedy Star Gods. After the Triarch gained the Star Gods' help, the anti-biotransference alliance suffered a devastating blow. Nephthys also fell in battle with the Star Gods. Then Szarekh began a large-scale slaughter and capture of the resisters."

Hearing this, Szohr nodded thoughtfully, and some of his confusion was finally resolved.

Previously, he had wondered how Szarekh had "convinced" the entire race to carry out such a crazy plan. In the end, it all came down to violence. Then the revelry that began with brutality would inevitably end with brutality.

Szarekh imposed his "grand plan" on the entire race with violence, recklessly executing the most cruel plan with a self-subjective fanatical ambition to save the race, but in the end, he only got a desolate ruin. It was then, and it is now.

When he saw his own kind opposing him, what would Szarekh have thought? Anger, or ridicule? Mocking them for not knowing the destiny? Despising them for blocking his mission to save the race? And when he used borrowed power to slaughter his own kind, was there regret in his heart, or joy?

And when he realized that he was being backlashed by the borrowed power, and the past behavior and so-called "manifest destiny" had pushed the entire race into the abyss, and there was no redemption, was there remorse, or despair?

Or perhaps, such a person would never think he was wrong.

If he had the opportunity, Szohr really wanted to ask the Silent King himself, whether he regretted his actions, or regretted his failure?

"Can you talk about the Illuminator Szeras? He is also a Cryptek, is he related to your organization?"

"The Silent Brotherhood only accepts scholars, not madmen. He has nothing to do with us. He is Szarekh's accomplice. The entire biotransference process came from his design, but I think this is just a trick played by the Star Gods. It is said that he has been completely mad after the biotransference, obsessed with the secrets of life, trying to make himself like a Star God, but because of his past despicable behavior, he has been distrusted and hated by most of his kind and dynasties. He may still be immersed in his crazy fantasies."

"Do you know where he is now, or where he might appear?"

"I don't know, and I don't care about that madman."

Szohr looked at the other party, pondered for a moment, and nodded:

"Then let's leave it at that. I can let you leave. In the future, if you or your organization want to cooperate, you can come to this world at any time. I will tell the forge master here, he will receive you, and then I will also send representatives... In addition, I personally want to entrust you to bring a message to Imotekh the Stormlord of the Sautekh Dynasty: Szarekh went to Terra a long, long time ago."

Lana silently stood up, and was about to reach out to pick up the Flayer Skull, but Szohr took it in his hand first.

"Hey, what are you doing?"

"You just said you were just looking!"

"Oh, I'll keep it for now."

Faced with Szohr's attitude, Lana was very angry but had no way to do anything, and could only turn to say:

"I need energy and a wormhole."

Szohr waved his hand.

"Occam, you send Princess Lana off, take her to the wormhole device, there should also be energy equipment there."

After the two left, only Szohr and Amnak were left in the banquet hall.

"Amnak, why do you know so little about the Necrons?"

Hearing Szohr's question, Amnak shook his head with a wry smile, picked up half of a Triarch Praetorian's head on the table and weighed it, and replied:

"Because they are too ancient... They had already been asleep for 60 million years when I was born, and demons are completely uninterested in these soulless machines, and even unable to observe them. Only the oldest demons may retain some memories about them, but even memories will fade under the erosion of the warp's eternal tide."

"Do you think I will have a full-scale conflict with them in the future?"

"Yes."

"Oh, so sure?"

"Because one of your legs has already stepped on the ladder of godhood. This road can only go forward, not backward. These Necrons once betrayed the Star Gods. They still harbor fear and hatred for the Star Gods, and they will never sit idly by and watch a mortal god appear again. They will definitely stop you at all costs, and destroy you. Your interests and theirs are completely opposed... And you yourself must eliminate the threat, after all, they once killed a god."

"I didn't say I wanted to become a god, you are too wishful thinking."

"Ha, then let me be wishful thinking."

Then Amnak pointed to the mottled metal skull.

"You should take a look at that thing."

Szohr picked up the Flayer Skull.

"What's wrong? You feel it too?"

"Of course, after all, in a sense, I am also your 'fragment'. I think this should be hiding a fragment of Llandu'gor, or a Flayer's dimensional palace? I think Occam's theory is mostly correct. Szarekh wants to use this method to prevent the emergence of Llandu'gor's formed fragments. Devouring it may give you new power. You feel it too, right? The core of the Void Dragon might be to devour its own kind and seize their power. Its essence is devouring and plundering, so other Star Gods are so afraid of it."