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

Angron rushed towards Lin Fan, making no other sound except the sound of the metal body moving.

"Why can't I control my body!" Orikan shouted in the core, and only Angron could hear his voice.

Lin Fan turned around and looked at the giant rushing toward him. He thought Olican's new body was out of control.

Lin Fan easily caught the fist with his palm and said with a smile, "Orican, how come your temper has become so bad after becoming as tall as Angron?"

Lin Fan responded with a heavy and tired voice, "Kill me."

Angron?

Lin Fan was stunned for a moment, and then Angron's other fist hit Lin Fan in the face.

The living metal fist showed amazing plasticity upon impact, exploding and reshaping like water on Lin Fan's cheek.

Lin Fan blinked, and the bayonet on his arm popped out, cutting off the giant's knees with one horizontal slash, and then cut off the arm with two more slashes. Trazin also cooperated with Lin Fan's movements and used a special device to reduce the activity of the living metal.

"Angron, calm down, we have no intention of being your enemy." Looking at the giant who was temporarily unable to move, Lin Fan tapped the huge spherical observation ball on Angron's head with his finger in an attempt to communicate with Angron.

The spherical viewer is unable to show any details of Angron's face, let alone the movement of his eyes that can peer into his heart. Lin Fan could only guess that Angron was watching him based on the rough alignment of the spherical observer with his face.

"Kill me." Angron continued to repeat his request,

"This..." When Lin Fan was in a dilemma, Cozzi, who had been silent all this time, took action. He passed through the gap where the original body stood like an imperceptible shadow.

Curze stood in front of Angron, looking at his brother with eyes that were much more indifferent than ruthless.

Coates spoke, his tone without any emotion or involvement, "Do you long for death? Do you think you are guilty? Are you trying to atone for your sins with death?"

Angron didn't answer Curze, and Curze didn't need Angron to answer him. He knows Angron's past and future. Although there is a slight deviation now, there is essentially no difference.

Angron is fed up with killings, Angron is fed up with wars, Angron is fed up with emotions. He longs for peace and rest more than any ascetic. He just wants to let the toughness of his original body be a little too much. Life ends.

Coze once had the same desire for destruction and relief, but no one ever satisfied his request. Even though he sank into the gap between history and time, forgetting himself in an unknown corner, he was still dragged away by Lin Fan. Pull it out.

Death was a gift, but it was a gift unworthy of Angron and Curze, or anyone else in this damn universe.

"You are not worthy of atonement with death, and you cannot atone with death. Come on, brother." Coze looked at Angron, with a self-deprecating smile and deep sadness in his eyes, "This is our trial, we He cannot be freed, and he does not deserve to be freed... He who has blood on his hands will not die a good death."

Curze helped Angron up. Angron did not attack Curze or anyone. The calmness he showed was scary and strange.

Curze led Angron further and further away, and Trazin hurriedly chased after him. He shouted gracelessly, "Where's Orikan! Where is Orikan! Where is he! Where is he! "

Curze squinted his eyes, looking narrow and dangerous. He said pitifully to Trazin's face, "Orican is dead."

"Fuck you!" Trazin completely forgot about the huge gap between him and a primal in melee combat. He immediately raised the staff of empathic annihilation and slashed Curze's neck with the blade.

The blade stopped in mid-air, maybe because Coze liked stimulation, or maybe it was to tease Trazin. This blade that could threaten the original body was very close to Coze's skin.

Curze's hand grasped the handle of the Empathy Annihilation Staff, and no matter how much Trazin moved the cold metal body, he could not move the blade even an inch.

"He is dead, or he and you are dead a long time ago. I thought you could accept this more easily, but now it seems that the Star God did his best when encoding your core, didn't he?"

Curze's words completely shattered Trazin's defenses, and his grid-like mouth flickered but made no sound.

Yes... everything he said is right... Orikan... Trazin... the Silent King... the Necrontyr... they were long dead, long dead in the Battle of Heaven. , died hundreds of millions of years ago. No matter how Trazin copies and reproduces the life of the old days, it cannot change the cruel fact that the dead crudely imitate the living.

Like this universe that disintegrated and dissipated, leaving only the Milky Way, the Necrontyr was left with only an ethereal symbol. All existence was an ancient legacy of the past glory, no different from the rough burial objects of kings and tribal chiefs in the barbaric period.

Desperate and sad, Trazin couldn't even hold onto the Staff of Empathy Annihilation. He trembled and knelt on the ground, making a meaningless buzzing sound.

Curze smiled, a cruel smile, the same smile he used to express his views when facing the confessions of those guilty.

"Trazin! This byd is lying to you! He is lying to you! He has no idea what he is talking about! He is just a fool whose brain has been burned out by human supremacy! An arrogant and naive childish ghost! Tower Racine! Tracine!"

Orikan's core screamed angrily, scolding Curze for being mentally ill, and blaming Trazin's logic module for being too smooth to stick to water.

Orikan's eyes were getting farther and farther away from the lost Trazin. After his anger slowly subsided, he also felt warm in his heart. It was certainly a joy to see someone who cared about him so much.

But now, Orikan wants to pass on the important news he just discovered.

"Fortunately, I still remember those codes."

Orikan weaves streams of runes and numbers that he quietly learned within the void dragon's body.

He hasn't figured out how these things work yet, but he knows what effects they have.

At the edge of the Milky Way, the King of Silence is heading back with his fleet. After ordering the shrinking of the galaxy's defense line, many issues need to be dealt with. A meeting led by the Silent King can allow the kings of various dynasties to fight together without too many conflicts of interest.

The law was quickly written down and sent out by the dynastic magicians. Then a warlock began to twist and move as if possessed by a parasite. His abnormality attracted the vigilance of the royal guards. When these dedicated guards were about to cut the warlock into pieces with their sharp blades, the Silent King raised his hand to stop him. their behavior.