The Emperor’s Angel of Death

Chapter 2732: Star Disaster's Lingering Regret

Faced with Sotha's seemingly 'challenging' question, Star Disaster spoke slowly after a moment of silence:

“The Silent King, Szarekh.”

Sotha's eyes flashed, and he retracted the smile from the corner of his mouth.

“Worthy of being the renowned Star Disaster Prophet.”

“Your Highness, this is not mind-reading, merely speculation.”

“Speculation? Based on what?”

“Your Highness sent people to find me, presumably because I have fought the Necrons many times, and Your Highness has also clashed with the Necrons. But with His Majesty's vision, the plan is definitely not for individual dynasties; you must be planning for this entire evil race that has been a scourge since ancient times. Therefore, your opponent must be Szarekh.”

Sotha clapped his hands lightly.

“Star Disaster Prophet, your reputation is well-deserved; you truly see the great in the small.”

Star Disaster lowered his head slightly.

“Your Highness overpraises me; I am merely a defeated general.”

At this moment, Sotha noticed Star Disaster's right hand. He had vaguely sensed an oddness about the other party before, and now he realized it was coming from Star Disaster's right hand. It was a translucent hand, with a warm luster but not the texture of flesh and blood. Moreover, if you looked closely, you would find that the hand was engraved with dense patterns.

With Sotha's eyesight, he observed after concentrating that the so-called patterns were very, very tiny Aeldari words, recording what seemed to be names. The entire hand probably had tens of thousands of names.

Then he raised his head to look at Star Disaster's face. He remembered Veronica saying that Star Disaster's right hand was cut off by Imotekh as a humiliation.

After pondering for a moment, he asked softly:

“Why not use regeneration technology to repair it?”

Star Disaster responded indifferently.

“I want to take back what I lost myself – not just a hand, but also my students, relatives, friends, those who trusted me, protected me, and supported me…”

Sotha noticed that although Star Disaster's tone was calm, his left hand unconsciously clenched, trembling so hard that his entire arm shook.

At the same time, this also meant that the names engraved on Star Disaster’s hand were all citizens of Iyanden who had sacrificed in the battle with the Sautekh Dynasty. What a burden and determination! Sotha couldn't help but marvel at the prophet's resilient mind.

“.Their soul stones are still waiting in the cold tombs. I have an obligation and responsibility to bring each of them home.”

The Aeldari are a very emotional race. Although Star Disaster tried his best to restrain himself, Sotha could still feel the grief and pain overflowing from his chest. It was probably this extremely suppressed heart that made it difficult for Star Disaster to continue serving as an Autarch. He was now more like a warrior, a warrior struggling in a sea of hatred.

But for such a strong warrior, comfort was an insult. Sotha said slowly:

“The Necrons will pay the price… Star Disaster, what do you say, if the Court and a major dynasty like Sautekh were to engage in a full-scale war, what are the chances of winning?”

Star Disaster was silent for a moment, then raised his left hand and held up three fingers.

“Thirty percent.”

“Thirty percent?”

Sotha raised his hand slightly.

“I easily destroyed a dynasty not long ago.”

“That's why I think there's a thirty percent chance.”

“Why?”

“In response, Your Highness, because the condition for winning is to determine the position of the opponent's Phaeron, then you can approach the opponent, and at the same time, you can destroy all of his resurrection methods while ensuring the destruction of the Phaeron, and most of the dynasty's power has not yet awakened, and the inheritance of laws has fallen into chaos. These conditions are indispensable.”

“Then how would the Necrons win?”

“It's very simple, find the location of the Court, bring in a large army, and even if you can't succeed once, there can be a second time. Use every means to kill and injure the Court's personnel, even if it's worth exchanging several times the price. Soon, even if Your Majesty and Your Highness are unharmed, the Court will be left with nothing, and the banner of the Court will fall. Even if Your Highness has the power of a god, after this battle of the Raisa Dynasty, all Necron dynasties will become vigilant. Perhaps they dare not face your divine might directly, but with their control of time and space technology, it is still easy for the Phaeron and Overlords to hide and escape. By then, it will be very, very difficult for you to replicate the previous decapitation tactics.”

Sotha looked at the prophet, and after a long silence, he slowly let out a breath.

“Yes, you are right. The Court has almost no chance of winning. The Necrons can afford to spend, but the Court can't. Moreover, these rats are very slippery. If they are determined to hide and escape, I really can't catch them.”

Then he changed the subject.

“Star Disaster, don't you want to use the power of the Court to take revenge?”

“In response, Your Highness, I do. But my revenge is not limited to Imotekh. Like you, I want to take revenge on the entire Necron race. They have been harming the galaxy for too long. Therefore, I have patience and determination, especially after seeing you, I have even more confidence.”

“Now the Necron dynasties seem to be awakening in large numbers. The past methods of Iyanden taking advantage of the enemy's sleep to eliminate them are no longer very effective. Therefore, I believe there will be a major battle between the two sides in the future. What do you think, how should the Court plan for the future decisive battle with the Necron race?”

“In response, Your Highness, the first thing is to solve the Court's biggest weakness, that is, the Court's center is still exposed in the material universe. This is equivalent to exposing the neck to the enemy's blade. In the ancient wars, our race's greatest advantage when fighting against the enemy was that our homeland was hidden in the Webway. Even if the enemy had the means to invade the Webway, it would take a lot of time, thereby losing the element of surprise.”

Sotha nodded slightly.

“So, you want to say…”

“Commorragh?”

“Commorragh!”

After saying that place in unison, the two looked at each other and smiled. Sotha was even more certain that he had not found the wrong person.

And Star Disaster continued:

“The Court must retake Commorragh. This will not only lay the foundation for the Court's undeniable status and greatly enhance the Court's power, but also make up for the Court's biggest weakness in the battle against the Necrons. Based in Commorragh, we can use the Webway to attack from all sides, specifically looking for the Necrons' Crown Worlds, aiming at their hearts to launch a fatal blow. The Necron race is also full of bloody power struggles. As long as the Phaeron is eliminated, the entire dynasty will fall into civil strife without us having to do anything.”

“Your thoughts coincide with mine, but this Commorragh…”

Sotha sighed softly.

“It's not easy to fight! We also have to guard against Vect’s desperate measures, opening all the seals of Commorragh and choosing to perish together.”

“Your Highness’s reform of the system and the strengthening of the military have made the Court increasingly stronger. Just accumulate strength and wait for the opportunity. Commorragh is a changeable place, and Vect's rule is not absolutely stable. Opportunities will always appear.”

After thinking for a moment, Sotha said loudly:

“Eldrad Star Disaster, I now urgently need a subordinate and think tank who is very knowledgeable about the Necrons. I want to recruit you into the Court and take the position of Sunstar Officer. Are you willing?”