Traveling through the Warhammer world, but I didn’t cry

These pixel blocks without any regular shape, it is difficult for Deleteer Lotaros to imagine that these are all the executioner dynasty fleet.

The huge pyramid ship, which blocks the sky and the sun, and whose gravity is enough to derail the planet, is now reunited in the black and white square that looks like a hand in Dinis.

"Is this enough?" Lotaros wanted to ask Pharaoh Tannis, but he kept his mouth shut. He still chose to trust the experience of professionals.

"Remember to use fewer wrong rules. The universe can no longer stand our abuse of them."

Pharaoh Dinis sighed with emotion, and then looked at Pharaoh Inamas, who was unhappy and tiptoed.

"So what enemy did you encounter?"

"We met a big retard who plays with the words of the Creator! He is also in cahoots with the God of Death!" Inamas waved his hands angrily, "Not to mention that he also dug a grave of the enslaver's mother body! Maybe he Got some more stuff!”

"Slave mother body?" Dinis said in surprise. These subspace creatures with incredible mind control abilities were born in the torrent of subspace.

It is not known whether the war in heaven caused the birth of these creatures, or whether they were dormant in the world of souls. The Necrontyr only knew that the enslavers could control everything.

Literally controlling everything, there is no difference between soulful and soulless objects for enslavers, their control ability is more like a conceptual power.

A thing that is defined and separate from its surroundings and becomes a separate object can be manipulated by the power of the enslaver.

"Sixty million years ago, at the end of the War in Heaven, I still remember that these things wiped out the last ancient saints." Dinnis lamented the past, "But fortunately, we also wiped out the original enslavers, the enslaver matrix. Are you sure you're dead?"

"Of course, if he is not dead, this enslaver matrix is ​​enough to keep my fleet. If there were no subjectors, those original enslavers as big as the planet would really be impossible to fight."

"What about these enslavers now?"

"How about it?" Inamas sneered, "What else can we do? Like other lower species, they have been degenerating. Now they are only a few tens of meters in size, their control range is short and they can only control more than ten people. Low-level life forms.”

"Ah, that's it." Dinnis didn't know what he was feeling, he just sighed slightly, "In short, don't use wrong weapons, you know."

"You have to see how crazy that bastard is who plays with the Creator's Word!" Inamas shook his head impatiently, indicating that he already knew.

"I will send you into the Odysseus Quadrant-15 space dimension gap."

"Why do you want to go there?"

"Because the King of Silence will hold a meeting there."

"Then what are you waiting for! Hurry up!"

Armas became excited all of a sudden. He jumped up and down and urged Sinis to send him away from this hellish place.

Sinis crushed their errant bodies into space, as if they were on a blank sheet of paper shaped by space.

Folding the nearly 0-thick paper with his hands, Synis could no longer hear Inamas's noisy voice. He still remembered what a cold and cruel Emperor Inamas was. His words were second only to King of Silence.

But now, because of the damage to the module, this guy has become so immodest, and does not look like the majesty of the Emperor.

The space paper was folded eight infinite times, and finally the paper, which had reached its limit, was thrown away to others in Sinis.

"You handle it, Airo."

"good."

No sound came, but Dinis could tell that the wrong star god took the folded paper and completed the last infinite fold.

The paper disappeared, and they were sent to real space, across the stars and dimensions, and fell directly into the Odysseus Quadrant-15 space dimension gap.

The huge fleet that covered the sky was back again, and the ridiculously big scythe was back in the hands of Inamas.

"Ah! I can smell reality! That really puts me in a good mood! Ha. Ha. Ha. Ha."

Mechanized laughter came from Inamas's throat, and he struck the ground a few times with the tail hammer of his scythe, "Let's go to see the king!"

Odysseus Quadrant-15 Space Dimension Gap.

This is an independent space isolated from the universe, divided by the Necrontyr during the War in Heaven. This is the last area of ​​resistance of the ancient Orc Empire.

And now, all the Necrontyr nobles who responded to the call of the Silent King are kneeling on one knee on the shocking floating island made of the corpses of trillions of smart boys, hanging their heads and waiting for the people to gather.

The Silent King stands on Dias, the Dominion Throne, flanked by the other two Saints. They form the core of power of the Necrontyr Empire and pass their will to the entire Necrontyr civilization through the Dominion Throne.

Behind the last king, Silent King Szarak, is the captured C'tan, his shining body showing an expression of extreme pain.

But his cries are unheard, and his power unknown.

Everything is bound by the throne, and this star god will forever use his pain to provide the throne with endless energy.

The other two saints are Mesofit, the Hand of Shadow, and Haputala, the Lord of Light. One holds the Scythe of Ashes, and the other holds the Staff of Stars. They are responsible for conveying all will.

You know who does not talk, do not know the speaker.

The King of Silence never speaks.

"The Dynasty of Executioners, King Yin Amas is here."

The two saints standing next to the King of Silence spoke in unison, using exactly the same grammar, and even their pronunciation was surprisingly consistent.

"My king."

Inamas fell to his knees deeply, ashamed of his tardiness, but he was not prepared to excuse his tardiness.

"It's okay, get up."

The voices of the two saints came, and their voices meant the king.

Because Armas and the nobles who feared the dead stood up in obedience to the orders of the Silent King. They looked up at the cold and delicate metal body of the Silent King, and saw unimaginable foresight from the faint light in their eyes.

The last King of Silence, the last Lord of the Three Saints, the one who crushed the Star God, the one who fought against the Ancient Saints, the founder of unity, the holder of the Scepter of Eternal Glory.

These are just a few of the countless great titles of Szarak, ruler of the Necrontyr, but they are enough to paint a picture of a glorious and magnificent king.

Whenever he thinks of all this, Inamas feels deeply happy and lucky that he has the honor to serve such a king.

"We gather here for the eternal reign of the Necrontyr"

The Silent King and his two left and right channels