Warhammer: I don't want to be a stinky can! ! !

Chapter 157. 149. The Outcast

106. No, in the depths of Wenmas, Nas knelt silently on the steps of the pyramid.

Gaseros was looking down at its consul.

The body of the necromancer is taller than that of ordinary necromantic slaves. The smooth and flawless living metal constitutes Gaselos, and the pattern of the necromancer is on its body to show its more noble status.

But Nurse knew it was over.

The long time, the sudden interrupted sleep, and the combination of the two, Nas has no hope.

But it still knelt there faithfully.

"Consul"

Gaselos' voice moved slowly across the black stone tomb. There was no life in the dark and dry tomb.

For Nass, this is good news, Wang's sanity may still be there,

Gaseros blinked slowly,

It was sitting in the viewing seats of the military training ground, and the slaves poured fine wine for it. Gaselos looked at his younger brother Otyx. He was still too cowardly, and he valued life too much, no matter what life it was.

It appears that its younger brother is rude and has no manners.

The Necrontyrs need only death, and their short lives can only embrace death.

Gatheros needs to teach his little brother a lesson.

It watched the warriors trained in the military training grounds, the elite who would form the mighty armies of the Necrontyr.

"stop."

Gatheros said it was a little dizzy from the light of the stars,

Nas raised his head suspiciously, looking at Wang standing at the top of the tomb.

"Arrange in a row in descending order according to the number of opponents you defeated in the competition."

Nas tried to understand the king's order, and then it issued its order, asking the guards behind it to line up according to the king's instructions.

Wang walked down the stairs unhurriedly.

Gaseros walked unhurriedly to the head of the team formed by the warriors, and he saw his brother's astonished eyes.

Its younger brothers are still too rude, they are kings, and what they do to these subordinates is their right.

Younger brother Otyx needs to realize this soon so he can be a worthy candidate for the throne.

[No, no, they have been evicted. ]
His brother Otyx looked at it in shock.

Nas followed it silently behind the king, of course Nas knew what the king was going to do.

Nas survived these countless screenings.

Numerous peers died, but Nas was alive, so it changed from a slave to a consul who was under one person and above ten thousand people.

Gaselos nodded solemnly, and then shot every other soldier in the head.

A fallen Necrontyr will not rise again.

The fallen Necrons will soon be able to get back up under the operation of the recovery protocol, and the escort team enjoys a higher resurrection power than ordinary Necrons.

"I need you to understand two things,"

Gatheros spoke solemnly,
"First, necrophobes are not afraid of death, death is just an inevitable fact."

Every Necrontyr dies, a curse buried deep in their genes.

"Second, although you and I are the second heirs of Unas, we are like these warriors in the face of death."

Gatheros very much hopes that his younger brother can become the ruler of the dynasty. After Unas' death, they will lead a huge necromancer dynasty.

It turned its head, trying to stare seriously into his brother's eyes, and tell Otyx of his good intentions, even if the blood oozing from the Necrontyr's corpse was about to get on his shoes.

Its brother looks at it hollowly,
"We can't die, brother."

"No death."

The blood is gone.

Gatheros turned his head blankly, it saw its consul Nas,
"Why am I here? Why am I awake?"

Nas buried his head very low,

"Unas expelled you, and just now, the guards of your tomb discovered the existence of a suspected star god fragment, so your consciousness was awakened in advance."

Ah, Unas, Unas.

It can't die, so naturally it doesn't need an heir.

Gatheros was banished, after its banished brother.

It was still convincing itself that the younger brother had been evicted for not being good enough.

But when it was thrown from the upper levels of the pyramid, it didn't even have guards of the same size as its younger brother.

Unas is afraid of it, and the slaves it slaughtered once gave Unas enough blades.

Gatheros knew he would go back, and the throne belonged to him and his brother, not Unas.

The old one.

It needs to accumulate strength, and it can't startle the enemy. Unas will not allow it to develop its own army. The cunning and cruel leader will always monitor them.

And this time wake up early. It can do something.

Gatheros stared at Nas's drooping head, thinking.

Shard of C'tan
"Give me information on the disturber of peace."

Gaselos spoke, Nas did as he did,

The source of the radiation marking the C'tan shard was rather vague, and Gatheros realized with displeasure that perhaps this was just a misidentification.

Its younger brother looked at it with a smile, as if expecting Gaseros to lead a dynasty with it.

It cannot be sloppy.

"Prepare the spaceship."

"I'm going to see for myself."

Nas felt that his circuit was shaken. Its duty was to protect the king. Now that the king was in this situation, it was obviously not suitable for him to fight in person.

Although the nobles are willing to go to the front line to command the war, they stand on the front line and lead their armies forward.

But now, it was clear Nas couldn't let Wang do that.

"King, please let me do it for you."

Nas lowered his head again, it was about to kiss the ground.

"Those lowly creatures of flesh and blood are not worth your trouble."

Hearing this, Gaseros shook his hands irritably. Although it had killed many Necrontyr slaves, compared to its younger brother, it would not attach any emotions to it.

So it didn't directly shoot Nas.

"Then you go."

Gatheros spoke arrogantly,
"But don't startle the snake, don't let Unas notice you."

"I want all the information on that signal, that fleet, I want it all."

"If it's really a star god fragment, then don't let it be surprised, they are very cunning, pretend to be another race."

"If not, then I want their full information too."

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 more, but it didn't say anything in the end. It gave Wang a complicated look, then turned and left, preparing its fleet.

"dead."

"Or another political loser who has gone mad."

it says,

"That little consul is interesting, but worthless."

"Then I have nothing to worry about."

　The Gaselos here is completely made up by myself.

　　Its younger brother has the original, but it doesn't, so I started making it up.

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