In Warhammer, My System is Minecraft-Chapter 159: The Arrival of the Silent King, Onstage and Behind the Scenes

Energy portals opened one after another, accompanied by Necron warships leaping out from them, filling the once-empty sky.

The war had begun. Guilliman, in order to better grasp the flow of the battle, had already gone to the frontlines.

Zeke, however, sat openly in the clearing, waiting for the fish to take the bait.

Alpha Primus was also by his side; Cawl had sent him over to assist Zeke.

Zeke hadn't planned on accepting, but it was hard to decline Cawl's great hospitality, making it truly difficult to refuse.

Within the Necron fleet, Simut mobilized the abilities of all his Crypteks to search the battlefield for the human matching the description, ultimately locating Zeke.

Simut felt victory was close at hand. Had he not lost such mortal sensations long ago, he would definitely be able to smell the scent of victory.

Even so, when he used phase teleportation to arrive in front of Zeke, his cortical field crackled with excitement.

Simut could never have dreamed that a weak human would suddenly land on his planet, carrying the hope capable of saving his entire race.

Such a good thing had actually fallen right into his lap.

"Where's the Silent King?" Zeke looked at the Necron noble before him. Why is it just some small fry?

"Capture that human alive!" Simut did not answer; he personally led the charge against Zeke.

Simut's Lychguard launched the attack first. Staring with piercing green eyes, they raised their dispersion shields and Gauss weapons, utilizing phase teleportation to close in on Zeke.

"Relying too much on teleportation isn't a good thing." Zeke pulled the Tangleberrie out of his backpack.

Alpha Primus shook his throbbing head, observing the well-equipped Lychguard before him. Unlike those low-level Necrons, these were elites among the xenos—cunning and dangerous.

They would not be easy to deal with. He was a psyker, and entering the Pariah Nexus had caused a massive rejection reaction.

The silence pressed down on him with the crushing weight of an ocean, and his psychic vision had turned into a bleak grey. It took him a long time to barely adapt.

However, as Cawl's proudest creation, he could not back down.

"I'll deal damage from the back; you hold the frontline." Zeke took out his wooden bow and nocked a Holy Arrow.

Receiving the order, Alpha Primus lunged forward. His power sword was unsheathed, a disruption field igniting across the blade as he swung it at the Overlord.

A Lychguard on the left shifted laterally, attempting to intercept the strike.

Alpha Primus quickened his movements. With superhuman reaction speed, before the Lychguard could intercept, he cleaved the Gauss blaster in its hands in two. Completing this action, the power sword didn't lose any momentum as it continued its assault on Overlord Simut.

Zeke also fired three Holy Arrows, aiming at Simut's anticipated future position.

"Too slow." Overlord Simut activated his phase-shifting circuits. However, this shift was not as successful as usual; error lights twitched around him, and the teleportation was aborted.

How could this be?!

Overlord Simut experienced the effect of a teleportation failure for the first time. During his shock, Alpha Primus's power sword had already appeared right in his face.

Overlord Simut raised his hyperphase sword, fully opening his armor's defensive circuits.

Underestimating the enemy and sheer carelessness caused him to take the full brunt of Alpha Primus's strike. His body was thrown backward by the kinetic energy, landing squarely and unfailingly at the impact point of the Holy Arrows.

The three Holy Arrows struck Overlord Simut. The abhorrent holy light psychic energy destroyed a portion of his chassis. Alongside his regret, an immense dread surged in his heart.

Simut stood up amidst the aftershocks of the holy light. "Pathetic insects, I will show you true power."

Before Simut could even finish his sentence, the green light in his eyes flickered. His body trembled, nearly bowing in submission.

At the same time, the Necrons exchanging fire with Guilliman on the frontlines all experienced varying degrees of movement stagnation. Guilliman seized this fleeting opportunity to destroy many Necron Warriors in one fell swoop.

He... how could he have come here? Has my plan been discovered?

An image surfaced in Simut's mind: Hapthatra the Radiant, one of the Necron Phaerons and a servant of the Silent King, Szarekh.

The projection pointed an accusing finger at Simut.

A voice echoed directly from the depths of his logic core.

"Simut, engage this human before you in combat and collect his data. Do not kill him. This is the task bestowed upon you by the Silent King. I hope you perform well, Simut. Failing to immediately inform the Silent King of this human's existence has already displeased Him greatly. Know this; your biological kinship with the Silent King is irrelevant, and your world is of no importance. Seize your final chance."

Simut knelt on one knee where he stood, his head bowed low. The ambition in his eyes had vanished, leaving only deep dread and lingering fear.

It wasn't until Alpha Primus's attack arrived once again that he made any further movement.

He no longer pondered who had leaked the information. All he could do now was to atone for his sins, fight a proper battle with the human before him, and force out his information.

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At the edge of the system.

The void was filled with xenos ships. The first wave of vessels arrived in tight formation.

Due to the effect of their speed on human visual perception, their hulls appeared stretched out, resembling elastic cords. Only when the bows stopped moving did they return to their normal forms.

At the core of the formation was a battle station, its surface covered in rows of green lights.

This was a Necron vessel even larger than Guilliman's Gloriana-class battleship, Macragge's Honour, with countless Necrons moving upon it.

At the very center stood the Silent King and his two Phaerons.

After receiving the news of the Necrontyr, the Silent King had rushed here posthaste.

Through the footage transmitted by Simut, Crypteks were analyzing this human's every move—Zeke's combat strength, Zeke's personality, and what exactly his true objective was.

The Silent King looked at Zeke in the projection, suppressing his sovereign edge, and did not immediately make a decision as he would have in the past.

He was Szarekh. When he still wore the golden crown of the Necrontyr, he knew there was no power in this universe worthy of making him bow his head.

The Old Ones? They were nothing but older prey.

The C'tan? Hah, even gods could be ended.

That was until the fires of Biotransference swallowed his people, and flesh and blood solidified into metal before his very eyes.

Only then did he realize that the victory he had forged with his own hands was nothing but a cold tomb.

The Silent King severed the command protocols and exiled himself.

He began to reflect. Having worn the crown, he ought to bear its weight; he had to find a path of hope for the Necron race.

And now, he had found it. He absolutely had to seize this opportunity.

He was the King of the Necrons, but if possible, he desired far more to be the King of the Necrontyr.

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Goal = 500 Powerstones.