The Emperor’s Angel of Death

“…For finite life, it is the end of everything, and finite life cannot achieve eternity. Therefore, many people eventually realize that they can only choose to fall. After all, if they do not achieve eternity, they will inevitably die after a certain period of time. Only things that are relatively closer to eternity, belonging to the individual, can continue to exist in a more abstract way, such as wisdom. However, many people do not have any commendable wisdom, or rather, everyone's wisdom is just so-so. So, what kind of accumulation does everyone have that can last for a long time? A very reasonable answer—the fear of death.”

“You may not understand a shred of eternity, but your desires point very directly to eternity. Your desires are twisted by the blows of reality, becoming your resentment towards reality. This resentment is the truth of your existence in the world. The princesses and princes in stories, the great men in historical records, they are all dead. If you yearn for eternity, you will subconsciously realize that the happiness they once had was cheap, and then realize that all stories contain the truth of persuading you to pursue true eternity. If you don't pursue eternity? Then you will die. For yourself, that is indeed the case, but others can still feel the fear of death from the death of you, a person who does not pursue eternity. In the end, if there is an 'absolute opposition' relationship between 'truth' and 'existence,' then is it right to tell everyone the fear of death?”

Suddenly, Amnak on the stand chuckled and said:

“Look, what a perfect excuse, philosophy, it can be used for any purpose, even turning murderers into poets.”

Sochoyan, who was on the side, also spoke slowly, his voice drowning out the performer.

“Perhaps your truth is to resist fate, but equally, your fallacy lies in denying life. If even the meaning of life itself is denied, what is the meaning of your resistance?”

After saying that, Sochoyan jumped lightly, flipped over the railing, landed on the steps below, and then walked through the auditorium full of stiff undead, and came to the stage.

“You exonerate your actions, you think that everything you do is to free the race from fate, from the fear of death, but you ignore the diversity of life and natural rights, instill your will into others, and destroy others... You are not the kind of wise man and warrior who understands nothingness but is not afraid of nothingness, knows himself and can transcend himself, you are just a pathetic tyrant. The neglect of every individual who resists is your greatest cruelty. You are the root cause of the death of the Necron race, Szarakh, the Silent King.”

The other party lowered his head, and a unique laughter came from under the golden mask of the human face.

“Tyrant? What is a tyrant?”

“A heart that is arrogant and confused, sacrificing everything for one's own thoughts.”

“The so-called tyrant, as you said, is actually someone who sacrifices everyone for his own desires or ambitions, but me, I have no desires. In terms of honor and power, I no longer have any desires. I use this power to compensate.”

“Compensate for what?”

“Compensate for the stupidity and hatred of those who claim to be gods. If you want to compete with gods, there is only one way, and that is to be as cruel and ruthless as gods. At least you have begun to understand this.”

Sochoyan laughed twice, then shook his head.

“So that’s why the Awakened refused you, you still don’t understand.”

Then he walked onto the stage and came to the other party.

“You made so many arrangements, made such a big show, just to tell me those nonsense?”

“Then what do you want to say to me?”

Sochoyan looked down at the "mastermind" who was close at hand, and said in a very calm tone:

“No matter what deal you made with Xerxes, I will not let you succeed, and you must pay the price for everything you have done to the Eleventh Legion and the humans here. Since the Necron race is dead, they should honestly withdraw from the stage, but you still choose to continue to make waves, then I will shatter your ancient dream.”

“So, is this a declaration of war? Even though I have helped you.”

“Help? Ha, would something like you sincerely help anyone? Your actions and words are lies, just like you deceived Xerxes.”

The mysterious king shook his head and opened his arms.

“If truth does not exist, then there is nothing that can provide value or order to justify our actions. In this case, whether in the past or in the future, we are not in a valuable world, and we cannot find any way to defend or shirk responsibility for ourselves. Since this is the case, then let us wear masks and use lies. These are his original words, your thoughts are still much worse than his.”

“Because I am not him, what I want to do is to use violence to stop your plan.”

After saying that, Sochoyan reached out his hand, but grabbed nothing.

At the same time, the stage under his feet suddenly collapsed, and then countless claws stretched out, grabbing his hands and feet from all directions, and the living corpses sitting stiffly in the audience also emitted green light, and then their bodies were torn apart by the claws.

In an instant, the entire theater was filled with countless Flayed Ones.

When the cold claws touched Sochoyan's cheeks, he still had a mocking smile on his face, staring at the white figure not far away.

“Is that all?”

With a loud bang, the entire theater seemed to have been hit by a heavy bomb, the walls and dome were torn apart by huge force, and a large number of fragments were thrown into the sky like raindrops, and then a mighty existence rose in the smoke rising from the ruins.

“Feel this power that makes you tremble again!!!”

Sochoyan, transformed into Randogor, opened his four arms and let out a roar that swept across the earth, and then all the Flayed Ones also raised their heads, and red mist rose from their bodies, merging into Sochoyan's body.

At that moment, his power swelled like never before. He didn't even know how many Flayed Ones were gathered here, but the number was definitely astonishing, because the mist was gathering from all directions of the planet.

He realized that he was feeding, and power flowed into her body, an incredible power, amplified by an infinite sense of dread.

Even Sochoyan himself was once afraid of the power of the Star God, but at this moment he was fearless. He suddenly realized that the vast universe of living beings was ultimately just fuel for ascension.

This is a blood sacrifice.

He didn't know how things would develop, his thoughts were a little confused, and his strong desire and infinitely expanding personal will gradually took the upper hand. Although he had not yet succumbed to hunger, he was beginning to accept it...

“I will turn every one of you! Every Necron! Back into slaves!”

He noticed the moon hanging in the sky, the same as Talos described, two evil moons, and countless dark stars—