106. No, deep in Wenmas, Nas knelt silently on the steps of the pyramid.
Gatheros was looking down at its archon.
The body of the Necron Lord is taller than that of an ordinary Necron slave. Gatheros is made of smooth, flawless living metal, with Necromancer patterns on its body to highlight its nobler status.
But Nurse knew it was over.
The long time and the sudden interruption of hibernation, combined with the two, made Nas no longer have any hope.
But it still knelt there loyally.
"Consul"
Gatheros's voice slowly crossed the Black Stone Tomb, a dark and dry tomb devoid of life.
This is good news for Nass. Wang may still be sane.
Gatheros blinked slowly.
It was sitting in the viewing seat of the military training ground, and slaves poured it fine wine. Gathros looked at his brother Eutyx. It was still too cowardly and valued life too much, no matter what kind of life it was.
This makes its younger brother seem rude and ill-mannered.
Necrontyrdom only desires death, and their short lives are limited to embracing it.
Gatheros needed to teach his brother a lesson.
It looked at the warriors being trained in the military training grounds. These elite warriors would form the mighty army of the Necrontyr.
"stop."
Gatheros said that the light of the star made it dizzy.
Nas looked up in confusion, at the king standing on top of the tomb.
"Line up in descending order based on the number of opponents you have defeated in jousting."
Nas tried to understand the king's order, and then it issued its order, requiring the guards behind it to line up according to the king's instructions.
The king walked down the stairs slowly.
Gaserlos walked slowly to the head of the warrior team and saw his brother's surprised look.
Its younger brothers are still too rude. They are kings, and it is their right to do anything to these subordinates.
His younger brother Eutyches needs to realize this as soon as possible so that he can become a qualified candidate for the throne.
[No, no, they have been expelled.]
The younger brother Eutyches looked at it in shock.
Nas followed the king silently. Of course, Nas knew what the king was going to do.
Nas survived these countless screenings.
Countless of his peers died, but Nas survived, so he went from being a slave to an archon second only to the emperor.
Gaserlos nodded solemnly, then shot every other soldier in the head.
Necrontyr who falls will never rise again.
Fallen Necrons can be quickly resurrected under the implementation of the Resurrection Protocol, and the Guards enjoy higher resurrection rights than ordinary Necrons.
"I need you to understand two things,"
Gatheros spoke solemnly,
“First, necrophiles do not fear death; death is simply a fact of life.”
Every Necrontyr is mortal, a curse woven deep into their genes.
"Second, although you and I are the second heirs of Unas, in the face of death, we are just like these warriors."
Gatheros hoped that his brother would become the ruler of the dynasty. After Unas' death, they would lead a huge undead dynasty.
It turned its head, wanting to look seriously into its brother's eyes and tell Eutyx of its good intentions, even though the blood oozing from the corpse of the Necrontyr was about to stain its shoes.
Its brother looked at it blankly.
"We can't die, brother."
"There is no death."
The blood disappeared.
Gatheros turned his head in confusion and saw his archon Nas.
"Why am I here? Why am I awake?"
Nas lowered his head to the ground.
"Unas expelled you, and just now, the guards of your tomb discovered a fragment that looked like a Star God, so their consciousness awakened you in advance."
Since it cannot die, it naturally does not need an heir.
Gatheros was expelled, following its brother who was also expelled.
It had been trying to convince itself that its brother was expelled because he was not qualified enough.
But when it was thrown from the upper level of the pyramid, it didn't even have an escort of the same size as its brother.
Unas was afraid of it, and the slaves it had slaughtered provided Unas with enough blades.
Gatheros knew that he would return, and the throne would belong to him and his brother, not to Unas.
That old immortal.
It needs to accumulate strength and not alert the enemy. Unas will not allow it to develop its own army. The cunning and brutal leader will always be watching them.
And this time it wakes up early. It can do something.
Gathros stared at Nas's lowered head, thinking.
Star God Fragment
"Give me information about those who disturb the peace."
Gatheros spoke, and Nath obeyed.
The radiation source marking the Star God fragment was quite vague, and Gaserlos realized with dissatisfaction that perhaps it was just a misidentification.
Its brother looked at it with a smile, as if expecting Gaserlos to lead a dynasty with it.
It can't be sloppy.
"Prepare the ship."
"I'm going to go and see for myself."
Nas felt his circuits vibrate. Its duty was to protect the king, and the king's current condition obviously did not suit him to go into battle personally.
Although the nobles were willing to go to the front lines to command the war themselves, they stood in the front line and led their troops forward.
But now, it was clear that Nas couldn't let Wang do that.
"King, please let me do it for you."
Nas lowered his head again, almost kissing the ground.
"Those lowly creatures of flesh and blood are not worth your bother."
Hearing this, Gaserlos shook his hands in annoyance. Although he had killed many Necrontyr slaves, he did not attach any emotions to it compared to his brother.
So it didn't just shoot Nas.
"Then go ahead."
Gatheros spoke arrogantly.
"But don't alert them, don't let Unas notice you."
"I want all the information about that signal, that fleet, I want it complete."
"If it is really a fragment of a Star God, then don't scare it. They are very cunning and pretend to be another race."
"If not, then I want their complete information as well."
If the information of the Star God can be disguised, it will also play a key role in the future battle against Unas.
Nas wanted to say something, but in the end he said nothing. He looked at the king with a complicated expression, turned around and left to prepare his fleet.
"dead."
"Or another political loser who has gone mad."
It says,
"That little archon is interesting, but worthless."
"Then I don't have any burden."
The character of Gaserlos here is completely made up by myself.
Its younger brother has the original work, but it doesn't, so I started making up stories.
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