The Emperor’s Angel of Death

As thoughts swirled, Sorsaryan realized he had been lingering outside for so long, he didn't know how much time had passed since he arrived. He couldn't stay here forever; the most important thing now was to find a way back quickly.

Just as he was racking his brains, he suddenly noticed the red gauntlet on the hand holding the skull cup.

That's right, this armor of his appeared out of nowhere. Could it be related to this?

Also, it seemed that the armor was on him from the moment he held the skull cup.

Sorsaryan tried to release his grip on the cup, and sure enough, the armor on his body began to vaporize and surge towards the skull cup. At this moment, Valgull also raised his head, making a surprised sound.

"My Lord, are you... are you leaving?"

Sorsaryan replied loudly:

"My loyal servant, Valgull, my eternal war with the fallen brothers continues. You shall be the right hand of the god, and preside over the temple in my absence."

"Thank you for your trust, my Lord!"

"But three things must be remembered: continue to maintain the false peace with the Sautekh, do not reveal the news of my descent into the mortal world, and continue to deceive those who are faithless."

"Valgull will remember!"

As the entire skull cup, enveloped in a cloud of red mist, landed on the throne, Sorsaryan had already returned to the ship.

"Approximately 2 standard Terran hours."

Before he could speak, Okham's voice came from the side.

Sorsaryan turned his head and saw Okham sitting in a chair looking at him, with Amnak leaning against the round table on the other side.

"The time you disappeared."

Sorsaryan withdrew his gaze and looked at his hand, where there should have been a rusty skull, but now it was a blood-colored crystal shaped like a howling face. If he remembered correctly, this color was from the two gems previously stuffed into the Flayer's Skull; now they were fused together, and this was the true key to the Flayer Shrine.

And the previous skull had turned into a pile of dust on the ground.

One could only say that the person who designed this was a genius.

Putting away the crystal, Sorsaryan said slowly:

"She's gone?"

"Gone."

"Do you think my decision is right?"

Okham shrugged.

"I'm not familiar with the Necrons, but I think it's okay that you want to use her to spread news unfavorable to Szarekh. As for whether she will bring your words to Imotekh, it's hard to say, but considering that there is an organization behind her, even if she personally doesn't want to, her organization may force her to do so. Your words are very insidious, like the knife stabbed into Horus back then."

As he spoke, the Son of Hydra made a neck-cutting gesture.

"A seemingly insignificant sentence reveals many possibilities. Imotekh will definitely send people to investigate Szarekh's activities among humans, and may even dig out some well-hidden people. Szarekh may even have to show himself in advance."

Sorsaryan smiled slightly.

"Okham, you are truly a born liar. If you are not familiar with the Necrons, how can you be so familiar with that Infinite? He even calls you an old friend."

"Those are all things of the past, and knowing one person doesn't mean understanding the entire race. The internal situation of the Necrons is so complicated that I may know less than 1%. From an intelligence perspective, it's no exaggeration to say that I know nothing."

Okham didn't ask how Sorsaryan knew about his conversation with Trazyn, and Sorsaryan didn't take the initiative to explain (he ordered Harlequins to monitor Okham). Some things are best left unsaid, because when the window paper is broken, it may mean that the two sides are completely estranged.

After all, since the Maelstrom incident, he could no longer convince himself to completely trust Okham.

Sorsaryan nodded slightly.

"Thank you for your hard work this time. Go back to your personal cabin and rest well. After the ground is cleared, I will need you to establish an intelligence station in this forge world. There are many things to do."

"Then I'll leave first."

After Okham left, Amnak slowly walked over.

"You have become stronger."

As an extension of his power, Sorsaryan knew that he couldn't hide the matter of the Flayer Shrine from the other party, so he said frankly:

"The Outsider devoured Llandu'gor. I am now trying to limit its power."

"Why limit yourself? You can be Asuryan, or the Outsider, or Sorsaryan. So-called consciousness, personality, or memory are just toys that can be kneaded at will when you have absolute power."

"Then what about you? Amnak, for you, is the sword more important, or the divine nature?"

After a moment of silence, Amnak replied:

"The sword is my divine nature."

"That's it, I am my divine nature."

Amnak smiled helplessly and shook his head.

"You're the boss, you have the final say."

"I also discovered the secret of the Flayer Shrine. From there, I went to the Necrons' forbidden realm, Drazak."

It took Sorsaryan about ten minutes to roughly explain the whole story.

"So now I have another identity, the Crimson God of the Flayer Cult. I think this will be a surprise soldier in the future when I turn against Szarekh, but the Flayers, 'raising' Flayers comes at a price. Even I can't control the specific behavior of every one of these crazy things. The slaughter continues."

Amnak patted Sorsaryan heavily on the shoulder.

"My Warmaster! Slaughter is as normal as eating and drinking in this galaxy. In the few seconds we've been talking, hundreds of billions of people may have died in the dark corners of countless hive cities. Compared to that number, what does the Flayers' killing count for?"

Sorsaryan shook his head.

"That's not how it is. I'm just sighing. After all, they are double-edged swords, hurting humans while also killing Necrons. This deal is worthwhile. By the way, besides Drazak, I remember there is also the Oroskh Dynasty, which is also severely contaminated by Flayers. Maybe I should find a time to bring it under my command as well, but this dynasty seems to be closely monitored by Szarekh's Triarch Praetorians."

"This can wait, you have a lot of things to do now, take them one by one."

"That's true."

At this time, good news also came from the ground. The combined forces of the Chapter and the Adeptus Mechanicus had eliminated the last enemy and entered the central core of the tomb, but the vault where the shard of the Star God was originally stored had been transferred away by the new Phaeron. While the front-line troops were holding back the Allied forces, this new Phaeron usurped the dynasty's overall control protocol at the fastest speed, and then hurriedly transmitted some of the most important things in the tomb to the harvest ship, and also took away most of the nobles. It was also due to his actions that the resisting troops suddenly lost energy support, the constructs crashed, and the defense line was quickly torn apart.