The Emperor’s Angel of Death

Seeing Lana deny the existence of the Eternal Court, Soshyan shook his head helplessly.

"I see. Then I can answer you. I am not only the Phoenix King of the Eternal Court, but also its rebuilder."

"A more pathetic lie. The arrogance of the Aeldari is like an expanding red giant star, never ceasing until the very end. You, a human, dare to claim to be their Phoenix King? Why don't you say you are one of the Triarchs?"

Soshyan spread his hands.

"Although it is indeed unbelievable, that is the truth. My wife is the Eternal Queen, and I am the Phoenix King. That is why the Raisa Dynasty fleet was defeated."

As he spoke, he took out a golden Eldar projection orb and activated it.

Lana raised her head and saw a magnificent war scene appearing high above, even illuminating the entire banquet hall. In the scene, a mysterious and elegant butterfly-shaped giant ship was attacking a massive crescent-shaped warship with a barrage of light beams, surrounded by many streamlined smaller vessels.

"That kind of warship..."

"So, do you think the Aeldari are helping me for no reason?"

Lana retracted her gaze and shook her head.

"Impossible. How could you cyborgs have spouses? How could the Eternal Queen of the Aeldari marry a lowly barbarian like you? Moreover, in human civilization, your behavior is tantamount to treason. So, are you a traitor to humanity?"

"I must remind you, you can question, but do not make personal attacks. I am trying to remain polite, but that does not mean I have a good temper. After all, I recently slaughtered an entire ship of Necrons, including those so-called Triarch Praetorians."

"What!? The Triarchs... You..."

All of Lana's sub-minds seemed to crash. Soshyan simply snapped his fingers, and Amnak emerged from the shadows. He swung his arms, and two broken Triarch Praetorian wrecks were thrown onto the table, scattering parts everywhere. Half of one Triarch Praetorian's head rolled in front of Lana.

She stared at the thing, the circuits in the back of her head even sparking for a moment.

"I've said so much on my side. Shouldn't you introduce yourself? I think reciprocity should be universal."

After a long while, Lana retracted her gaze. After a moment of silence, she slowly said:

"Out of courtesy, I will tell you my name, but that is all. I will not say more. I am Lana Karubi."

Soshyan responded to her attitude with an intrigued smile.

"Lady Lana, I heard you stole something from the Raisa Dynasty that even Trazyn the Infinite was interested in? That is why the subsequent series of events occurred. I must admit, you single-handedly destroyed the entire Raisa Dynasty."

As expected, she couldn't help but retort at the first sentence:

"It wasn't stealing! It originally belonged to the academic community! Szarekh went back on his word first, so naturally we can retrieve what we created! Furthermore, don't bluff. The Raisa Dynasty is not destroyed. They have other tomb worlds. As long as the Silent King lives, the dynasty will exist. You just wait for their revenge."

"Oh, so it was created by you. Interesting... I heard it is related to the destroyed Star God Llandu'gor?"

Lana realized she had been tricked and chose to remain silent.

Seeing the other party's obvious antagonistic attitude, Soshyan raised his eyebrows slightly and slowly said:

"Szarekh is also my enemy. If you want to be enemies with him, I think we have some... room for cooperation. I actually have a live and let live attitude towards the Necrons. Szarekh took the initiative to provoke me. I never thought about actively attacking the Necrons."

Seeing that the other party still did not speak, Soshyan shook his head.

"Then I can't tell you about Szarekh's attempt to use the power of the Star God to carry out a grand conspiracy. Since that's the case, I can only send you to the Eternal Court and let my personal executioners try to get some information from you."

As he was about to get up, Lana stopped him.

"What grand conspiracy?"

Soshyan then sat back in his chair, crossed his fingers, rested his chin on the back of his hands, and looked at her.

"In exchange, let me see that thing."

"No, absolutely not—"

"You know, there are many psychic methods. Actually, I don't have to ask you. I can just find a psyker to extract the thing. It's just hidden in a dimensional pocket. The reason I didn't use force is that I hope we can reach a friendly atmosphere and find points of common interest in a common enemy."

After struggling for a moment, Lana placed her hand on her scepter. With a faint flash, a rusty skull appeared in her hand.

"What is it called?"

"The Skull of the Flayer."

Soshyan then reached out his hand.

"I want to take a closer look."

Lana reluctantly placed it in Soshyan's hand and instructed:

"Do not remove the gems from the eye sockets."

Soshyan nodded, took it, and looked at it from left to right, confirming that there was nothing special about it. It was just a Necron skull that had been metallized.

However, there was one special thing: from the moment this thing appeared, he seemed to faintly hear a whisper echoing in his ear...

I am Llandu'gor

I am Llandu'gor

I am Llandu'gor

For Soshyan, who was accustomed to the various divine powers of the Star Gods, this was nothing. Then he put it aside and seriously said to Lana:

"In exchange, you can take this message back to your organization. Szarekh is trying to use the power of the Star God to carry out reverse biotransference, and this transference is related to humans."

"What—"

Lana was stunned. Reverse biotransference has always been rumored among the Necrons, but most people just regard it as wishful thinking.

Unexpectedly, the Silent King was already starting to implement it.

At this time, Okam walked over and whispered a few words in Soshyan's ear, mainly conveying some information that Trazyn had passed on to him before leaving, including Lana's true identity.

When he learned that Lana was quite related to the Stormlord of the Sautekh Dynasty, Soshyan's eyes lit up slightly.

"Princess Lana, would it be convenient to chat with me about the current situation of the various Necron dynasties? How many dynasties do you think would support Szarekh's actions, and how many would oppose his actions?"

Lana came back to her senses and looked at Soshyan. She noticed the change in his address, but didn't care too much.

"We are not collaborators yet. I have no obligation to tell you these things. But there are many dynasties and people who oppose that tyrant. His willfulness has already harmed everyone once. No one will support him a second time, except for loyalists like Maynarkh."

"If he wants to return, will the other dynasties not recognize his authority?"

Lana sneered.

"Without the Overlord Protocol, what authority does he have? Someone will knock him off the throne."

"Oh? Will it be Sautekh?"

Hearing the Sautekh Dynasty, Lana fell silent.