In Warhammer, My System is Minecraft-Chapter 150: Weakness and Ignorance Are Not Obstacles to Survival; Arrogance Is

Chapter 150: Chapter 150: Weakness and Ignorance Are Not Obstacles to Survival; Arrogance Is

As everyone knelt, his figure was revealed. He was slightly taller than Zeke, but not as towering as one might have imagined.

The most unique aspect was his mechanical body. It was completely different from the metallic skeletal frames of the other Necrons; it looked supple and exquisite, its craftsmanship clearly a cut above the rest.

As Zeke looked at the Silent King, Guilliman and Dante were also staring at this sovereign of the Necrons.

Their gazes swept from left to right, from bottom to top, until they finally saw the Silent King’s face.

"What... what the?!" Zeke spat out the grape he was just stuffing into his mouth with a pfft, sending it flying toward Guilliman sitting opposite him.

It bounced off Guilliman’s armor and rolled onto the floor.

Guilliman remained completely motionless, his eyes losing focus. Emperor above, what was he looking at?

Above a gleaming cape and an intricately shaped collar, the Silent King wore a golden mask identical in design to Sanguinius’s face.

Dante’s mouth fell wide open. He pulled out his own mask—the Death Mask of Sanguinius, the Chapter’s most sacred relic.

Before Sanguinius’s resurrection, Dante had always presented himself wearing this mask.

Even though he really didn’t want to admit it, the one the Silent King was wearing was clearly a bit finer in craftsmanship than the one in Dante’s hands.

Dante’s face turned beet red. Finally, he managed to make a sound.

"How dare you... A clumsy imitation. If you think that donning the face of our sacred founder makes you more pleasing..."

Dante stammered, his fury practically overflowing.

"That is not the case, Dante of the Blood Angels," the Judicator Prime said. "The Silent King respects your Father. That is also the reason I am here. He sends his congratulations on the resurrection of your Father, and hopes to continue the agreement we reached in the past."

These words made Dante’s chest tremble.

"This is a lie," he said in a low voice. "Our Gene-Father would never deal with filthy xenos."

"The Silent King does not lie, Dante of the Blood Angels, because he does not speak, nor will he converse with you," the Judicator Prime stated.

This was also the origin of the name "Silent King." The Silent King never spoke; all his commands were relayed by those beside him.

Zeke looked on with great interest at the Silent King wearing a mask bearing Sanguinius’s likeness, while Guilliman gritted his teeth and passed a message to Sanguinius beside him.

"An agreement? You once reached an agreement with the Silent King? You’d better have an explanation."

"Of course, my brother. You must listen to my explanation carefully. There is a massive misunderstanding here; it was out of sheer helplessness," Sanguinius said, clutching his head.

Sanguinius had indeed once reached a cooperation with the Silent King, and both sides had achieved pleasant results.

The Silent King greatly admired Sanguinius, thus becoming the Angel’s biggest fanboy.

It was hard to imagine such a thing happening between two different species, but the Great Angel’s charm truly worked on the entire universe.

Even the Four Chaos Gods were completely captivated by him, wanting to tempt him into corruption and take him as their own subordinate.

"The Tyranids are coming. Do you humans arrogantly believe that by injuring one of its tentacles, you can drive it out of this place? The Tyranids are a curse upon all life, and life is what the Necrons intend to rule. Therefore, the Great Devourer is incompatible with us as well."

After congratulating Sanguinius on his resurrection, the Judicator Prime stated the Silent King’s objective on his behalf.

He wanted to cooperate with the Blood Angels to resist the incoming Tyranids.

The Tyranids that Baal suffered were nothing but a small vanguard, a tiny tentacle of the entire Great Devourer. The true Great Devourer was still trailing behind. 𝓯𝙧𝙚𝒆𝙬𝙚𝒃𝙣𝙤𝒗𝓮𝓵.𝙘𝙤𝙢

Now that he was done enjoying the drama surrounding Sanguinius, Zeke also got serious.

This cooperation between the Necrons and the Blood Angels actually dug many pitfalls. The Necrons merely wanted to use Baal as a meat shield, and in the original lore, they had succeeded.

The Necrons were, after all, a xenos race.

"Ahem." Zeke looked at Guilliman. "Can I make the decision on behalf of the Imperium, Lord Regent?"

Zeke asked Guilliman in a formal tone.

"Of course you can," Guilliman nodded.

Guilliman had seen everything Zeke had done; he had even saved the Emperor.

To be honest, if Zeke wanted to be the Imperial Regent, Guilliman would have gladly handed over the reins and quit long ago.

Zeke then looked at Sanguinius. "Can I make the decision on behalf of the Blood Angels?"

"Of course. You saved me and my sons; how could I refuse you such a decision?"

"You heard Sanguinius." Zeke sat up straight and looked at the Judicator Prime in the projection.

"Sanguinius has handed the decision-making power to me. That is to say, the cooperation between the two of you has now become a matter between the two of us."

The Judicator Prime’s gaze finally turned to this human.

Before this, he hadn’t been paying attention to the human sitting in the corner binge-eating grapes, mistaking him for an ordinary soldier.

Now, it seemed the situation was different. Even Sanguinius respected him?

"First of all, I need to correct one thing. Humanity is not afraid of the Tyranids at all. Maybe they were before, but with me around, even without relying on you Necrons, it’s more than enough."

"What arrogance." The Judicator Prime didn’t speak; someone beside the Silent King stepped forward before the Judicator Prime could, mocking him. (TL/N: Pot meet kettle)

Hapthatra, one of the Necron Phaerons and a servant of the Silent King.

An extreme racist, he equally looked down upon all races other than the Necrons, and had an incredibly foul mouth.

Every time he relayed the Silent King’s commands, he would heavily embellish them with his own opinions.

Hapthatra smiled—though his metallic face didn’t move. He hadn’t dared to say anything about Sanguinius earlier, but this tiny human in front of him had such a big mouth.

"I know of your Imperium. You are primitive creatures squatting on our worlds, plundering our resources."

The moment Hapthatra opened his mouth, he designated the universe as the property of the Necrons, viewing the Imperium of Man as parasites.

"Your territories are insignificant; compared to the stars, you appear both feeble and increasingly in decline. Your technology is extremely primitive. We see signs of your species everywhere, yet the worlds you occupy today are exceedingly few. You are a race that has already fallen, yet refuses to admit it. Know this: even at your peak, you were nothing more than insignificant nobodies to us. With such pitiful strength, you delusionally dream of resisting the Tyranids. Laughable. Be grateful. Since the Silent King wishes to cooperate with you, he is saving you. Otherwise, we could have stood by and watched with folded arms, rather than offering this merciful proposal."

In the Hall of the Council of Blood, you could hear a pin drop. Guilliman’s face was so gloomy it was practically dripping water, and Sanguinius’s expression didn’t look good either.

"Pfft." Zeke suddenly laughed out loud.

A race that has already fallen, yet refuses to admit it. Territories are insignificant. Hearing these descriptions coming from the mouth of a Necron... those who knew better understood he was talking about the Imperium, but those who didn’t would think he was talking about the Necrons themselves!

"You should be glad we aren’t speaking face-to-face, otherwise you’d already be a dead man right now." Zeke memorized Hapthatra’s features.

Necrons generally all looked the same, but this Phaeron was clearly different from the rest; the decorations on his body were several times more luxurious than the other Necrons.

The next time they met, he would learn just how foolish the words he spoke truly were.

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Goal = 400 Powerstones (Not Complete)