Warhammer 40,000: Mortal Gods

When the King of Silence was instantly pulled into a position level with Qin Mo, his guards immediately took action.

The chief justice and some unarmed civil servants began to avoid the situation, making way for the warriors who were dedicated to fighting.

However, the King of Silence raised his hand, and the guards all stopped and stood back to their original positions.

"Being able to simply and crudely bring space closer without resorting to any technical means is exactly the power of the Star God."

"But don't get me wrong, I don't judge whether you are a human or a star god. In this universe with a real soul, self-awareness is obviously more important than physical form."

These two sentences were not spoken by the Grand Justice, but by the King of Silence.

The light between the gaps in its bones flickered as each syllable came out of the sound-producing device.

The Grand Justice obviously does not think that it is etiquette for the Silent King to speak in person, but as it serves the true king, it is not qualified to point out the Silent King's behavior.

"I agree." Qin Mo looked at the King of Silence, "Do you think of yourself as a Necrontyr, or as a programmed leader of a robot race?"

"The Necrontyr has perished, and the real Szarak has died in the furnace of biological transformation. This is a cruel truth that is generally unacceptable to my people, but I understand and accept this truth very well."

Szarak's tone was very cold and calm. I don't know if the sound-producing device it used did not have the function of simulating emotions, or if it had the same tone of voice before it turned into a metal skeleton.

But after hearing Szarak's own words, Qin Mo felt that his purpose of coming here through the portal had been achieved.

"Although the Necrontyr race has souls, it is not a species with strong psychic abilities like today's humans."

"The Necrontyrs do not explore the spiritual world much, even though the Necrontyr's lifespan in the material world is very short."

"Although the Necrontyr has perished, we robots in your eyes also have a corresponding inheritance relationship with them, so we do not explore the spiritual world, so we do not discuss philosophy. I believe you are not here to discuss it with me. philosophy."

Szarak slowly stood up from the throne. His body was not as agile and strong as the combat-type undead warrior, so his movement when he got off the throne looked like that of an old man.

When Qin Mo closed the distance, he deliberately asked Szarak to be at the same height as himself when sitting on the throne, instead of looking up at him.

This is a form of respect, and correspondingly, as the leader of a species, Szarak will also give equal respect.

The King of Silence stood up from his throne and came face to face with Qin Mo. Instead of him sitting, the visitor stood.

"This is not in line with etiquette," said the Lord Chancellor.

"How do you make Necrontyr etiquette applicable to outsiders? It doesn't even fully apply to us." Szarak said and moved his fingers, and then the Grand Justice's voice device was temporarily blocked.

That is not an act similar to taking over the sound-producing device, but directly using something to invade and control the sound-producing device.

Qin Mo could feel what that thing was, an advanced hacking device attached to the moving finger of the King of Silence with the size of a molecule.

It is estimated that the intrusion equipment used by the Menak Dynasty fleet in conducting information warfare is less than one ten thousandth.

"Continue." The King of Silence made a gesture of invitation, indicating that the conversation could continue.

"You said that Necrophobes did not explore the spiritual world deeply, but I think you at least explored the philosophy of death to a very deep extent." Qin Mo looked around.

Here is a common tomb of the Necron species, a tomb world, a tomb battleship, and a tomb structure.

That is not where they sleep, but where they work, live, and live.

This worship of death pervades the entire Necrontyr culture.

"No matter how uninterested a species is in philosophy, when it faces death that cannot be left behind due to its short lifespan, it will still explore it in depth."

As Szarak responded to Qin Mo's words, the space present changed.

There were no more people except the two of them, no other structures, just endless silence and darkness.

In the darkness, a huge square tombstone rose from the ground, engraved with a condensed historical picture of the entire Necrontyr race.

"The Necrontyr's short lifespan is caused by the intense internal activity of the star that scorches their home planet, emitting powerful radiation."

"The Necrontyr was born in such an environment, and every one of them is a radiation patient."

“Later, Necrontyr scientists discovered that the abnormal activities of the stars in the galaxy where the home star is located were not without reason, because a star god named the Night Holder resided there, which led to the origin of all the tragedies of the Necrontyr race. "

Szarak held out his hand.

The pattern engraved on the tombstone released a sufficient amount of information, making Qin Mo feel as if he had returned to the time when the Necrontyr race was just born.

"At that time, you had not yet built living metal bodies for the Star Gods, and they were not self-aware living beings." Qin Mo looked at the stars, "This may not be the conspiracy of the Night Holders."

"Of course this is not a conspiracy, it is just the unconscious and instinctive behavior of the Star God, a stellar vampire, in a state of chaos." Szarak stretched out his hand.

The entire space seems to change and flow in its hands.

Qin Mo gradually saw other histories of the short-lived species of the Necrontyr.

Radiation sickness plagued this species, and they desperately hoped to solve their short-lived problem. Then they discovered the long-lived species of the Ancient Sage.

The Old Ones refused to share their secrets to longevity, so the Necrontyr, out of jealousy and a desperate need to deflect internal conflict, went to war.

It was not the war in heaven that later broke out under the leadership of the Star God, but its cruelty was far beyond the limits that young species can imagine today.

Szarak wanted to show the past of this race, while Qin Mo was more concerned with the details.

"The Necrophobes are a tough race." Qin Mo sighed sincerely.

He was full of admiration for the Necrontyr. This was not a flattery or a political means to impress the other party, but just genuine admiration.

This race has an unusually short lifespan, but they still pass on their culture and complete the accumulation of knowledge.

Among the information released by the patterns on the tombstones, Qin Mo saw the history that he admired most.

The elders of the Necrontyr race, teachers with rich knowledge, designed a language of almost transparent thinking, and put everything they knew into the huge library on their home planet without reservation to ensure that After entering the library, the younger generations can master the knowledge accumulated by their predecessors for hundreds of years and decades in the shortest time.

Without such selfless dissemination and painstaking study and inheritance, the short-lived race of the Necrontyr would never have been able to leave their home planet.