parentshiftbook Chapter 988 War of the Dead
Chapter 988 War of the Dead
Uninterested in the Trickster's mocking riddles, the Silent King ordered his fleet to open fire on the Trickster. Weapons that the Human Empire had never seen before were activated deep in the Void Pyramid, and the waves that tore apart everything were stretched to nanoscale thickness, and were thrown towards the deceiver like a heavy arrow on a ballista.
The power of tearing makes the Deceiver afraid to take a direct blow, even if he has set up ritual grounds deep in the many hives of the Imperium of Man to spread the damage.
"Let's see the result of the dice." The Deceiver rolled the dice, and the force of tearing could not move a bit until the result came out.
Ding-dang-dang, the results show.
"Oh, failed." The deceiver showed the result to the King of Silence, and the tearing force suddenly spread and melted like a thread swinging into water.
Fortunately, the Necrontyr had never lacked experience in fighting the Star Gods. They had already firmly grasped the information that the Human Empire had used countless lives to test out.
The warlocks of the dynasty worked together, and the black stone shell of a pyramid was covered with countless technological runes. The violent energy directly acted on the legal level and forcibly reversed the result thrown by the fraudster.
Click, a dice jumped, showing a different number than before. This success allowed the tearing power of disintegration to gather together again, and stabbed the fraudster hard.
The Deceiver's body was torn in half. He wailed and transferred more tearing power to his followers. In countless worlds of the human empire, fraudsters operate in different identities. Sometimes they are respected bishops, sometimes they are brave and fearless generals, and sometimes they are quick-thinking politicians. Through these identities, he developed his own power, different doctrines, different names, different structures, and even different beliefs.
The scope of the Deceiver's power grab is quite wide, just like the Void Dragon will take a part of the soul from the Mechanic Priest who transformed his body as food.
The fraudsters have deceived and sustained those believers for so long, and now it's time for them to pay.
The tearing power gradually disappeared, and the Deceiver maintained his intact body with the disintegration of tens of billions of believers. He was panting, but also very excited, because the tearing power could not be released twice in a short period of time. The fragile galaxy limits the use of the Necrontyr's cutting-edge weapons.
"What? My great king." The Deceiver said softly, "You once had the courage to extinguish hundreds of galaxies and slaughter thousands of civilizations, but now you don't dare to forcibly charge the weapon a second time? "
The Silent King ignored the Deceiver and simply ordered his men to prepare. Several Pharaohs, including Inamas, already hold the key to liberating the power of the Star God in their hands, and they can rush forward and attack just waiting for the order.
"It's my turn now, King of Silence." The Deceiver sneered, then tore open the space and released many large spherical degraded bodies.
["So can we start? Can we start? I can't wait!" The onlookers kept urging and took out all the tools used to record history. 】
Bystander? King Silence's eyes flickered, and he didn't expect that this neutral Star God would also side with the Deceiver. What exactly did the fraudster promise to the onlookers?
The fraudster asked the onlookers to calm down for a moment, and then took out a can of filler filled with history and knowledge. The content compressed in it was so much and rich that intangible things like history and knowledge became peaceful. As thick and heavy as asphalt.
The degraded body was filled to the brim, and the outer skin, which looked pale under the light of the stars, swelled, and the material inside continued to reorganize and squirm, creating many horrifying and disgusting bulges.
Pop!
The drum exploded, and a mechanical-like object with mixed styles and chaotic weapons floated out. King Silence only felt that it looked familiar, but could not recognize what it was.
"This thing...why does it look like something created by the Sund civilization and the servants of Rath? A flash-class living battleship?"
Because the murmurs of King Amasi evoked the dusty memory of King Silence, these were all forces created by the ancient saints during the War in Heaven, and they were also one of the countless civilizations that completely perished in the great destruction of the universe.
"Your next question is: How do you do it?"
The fraudster perfectly grasped the psychology of the Silent King, and then kindly explained to the Silent King, "Although the universe is shattered and only the Milky Way is left, their projections stay in the subspace. That's so far away The invisible waste abyss, which is larger and deeper than the realm of the Four Gods of Chaos, is made up of the echoes of all perished civilizations. The dead of the past are traversing and grieving in it, resenting you victors."
["I also helped a lot!" the bystander proudly showed off, "I extracted the canned history and knowledge. These degraded bodies can restore the old glory like plasticine!" The bystander was very excited when he said this. He couldn't wait to record the battle scene later. The dead souls of the past take revenge on the dead victor! This is simply wonderful. 】
The fraudster felt helpless at the eagerness of the onlookers, and had no intention of continuing to show off to the Silent King. After slowly waving his hand towards the Silent King, he said, "Now, you can't help young bacon."
The Deceiver disappeared and went off to engage in some conspiracy. The countless degraded bodies surrounding the King's fleet suddenly exploded, and a black hole-like vortex appeared in every piece of broken flesh. They sucked up all the dead, invisible abyss in the warp, and then poured it into it with the history and knowledge that destroyed civilization. In an instant, countless twisted warships that had fought against the Necrontyr were spit out.
These shadows of the past made the Silent King irritated. These servants of the ancient saints brought a lot of trouble to the Necrontyr's army when they were alive, and now they have passed away and still haunt the Necrontyr.
A duel between two dead men?
The Silent King felt sad for this sudden thought, and then commanded the fleet to kill the ghosts of the past that surrounded them. These forcibly evoked creations are not as troublesome as they once were. The shells made of bones, flesh and blood cannot stop the decomposition of Gaussian beams at all. But they have died once, so naturally they don't care about the concept of casualties. They just have endless thoughts. His hatred surged towards the King of Silence, trying to turn him into a member of the Invisible Abyss.
What Pharaoh Inamas called a flash-class living battleship opened fire on a tomb ship, and millions of blazing rays of light struck the shield of the tomb ship like long whips. In the violent flashes and chain explosions, the tomb ship's shield was consumed by one hundred and forty percent. Then the tomb ship counterattacked, and the long-charged heavy Gaussian beam tore apart thousands of flash-level living battleships. into pieces.