I'm in Warhammer, please don't praise Doraemon

Chapter 589 Silent King Szalak (Two Chapters Combined)

Emerald light surged within the dark room; quantum entanglement was transmitting information from a distant shore.

The energy gradually took shape in the darkness, condensing into a translucent shadow, which then transformed into a holographic projection in mid-air.

The first to appear were two towering undead from the cosmos. They stood atop a high platform made of black stone, suspended in mid-air, wielding staffs of light that shimmered with an eerie green glow, their eyes, burning with emerald flames, surveying the room.
They were the two Dharma Emperors of the Triune Council besides the Silent King. Their enormous size even dwarfed Astartes, but compared to the figure standing at the center of the Black Stone Throne, they seemed insignificant.
The tall, slender figure was twice the height of the two Dharma Emperors, his entire body seemingly forged from immortal mithril, draped in a strange cloak shimmering with energy, and his eyes burning with a venomous light like poisonous stars.
However, he did not reveal his face, but instead wore an exquisite golden mask. The mask was carved with a handsome, elegant, and sacred face, tinged with a hint of sadness. A ruby, like holy blood, hung between the eyebrows of this face.

That was a golden mask carved with the face of Saint Gilles. Ten thousand years ago, Saint Gilles and the Silent King met by chance and formed a certain degree of friendship.

The Silent King marveled at how such a primitive race as humankind could give birth to something so beautiful and sacred, and therefore cherished this friendship greatly.
Upon hearing Saint Gilles's hopeful conversation, the Silent King took out the golden mask and placed it on his face as a sign of remembrance for Saint Gilles's friendship.
This was actually a bit beneath the Silent King's dignity, but out of nostalgia for that brief friendship ten thousand years ago, the Silent King tolerated this behavior that was not in line with his status.

The Silent King lowered his head from his high position, his burning eyes gazing into the dark room, hoping to catch a glimpse of that beautiful golden face—

He saw a suit of power armor interwoven with ultramarine and gold, and a face that was dull, rational, serious, weary from long hours of work, with wrinkles and streaks of white in the blond hair.

The face resembled a human head printed on an ancient human coin, but it was not worthy of the Silent King's attention.
What is this?
Blue monkey rulers?
Looks ambitious?

Where is my Saint Gillespie?
“Listen, you lowly being, I am Hapsartas the Radiant, a member of the Triune Council, one of the three supreme rulers of the undead, and the servant and mouthpiece of Szalak, the King of Silence.”

One of the French emperors spoke in a series of high-gothic words that were extremely complex even to Guilliman.

This is a custom of the dead and those who feared death in the past.

The Silent King, true to his name, was silent and eternally still, never directly conveying his will.
Instead, the two French emperors who were also members of the Triune Council spoke on his behalf.

"Szalak is the King of Silence, the Lord of the Galaxy, the Destroyer of the Gods, Eternity, Death, and the Savior and Reshaper of the World."

“Szalak asks you, you lowly one: Who are you? Where is Saint Gilles, the Pure One?”

“I am Robert Guilliman, the Thirteenth Primarch, brother of Saint Gilles, and Regent of the Empire.” Guilliman responded to the Silent King in a calm tone, neither humble nor arrogant.

"The Great Szalak is ashamed of your folly. Saint Gilles could have been the hope of your race, replacing the mummy who manipulates wizards to lead you. Yet you foolish human races have chosen an ambitious coinhead to lead you."

Ambitious Coin Head
Fugen, hiding in the shadows, almost burst out laughing, but Guilliman, a seasoned politician, was not swayed by this mere nickname.
He slightly turned his head, looking into the darkness.

A golden light burst forth, and Saint Gilles emerged from the darkness, smiling as he looked at Szalak.

"Silent King, old friend, please don't misunderstand."

“We Primarchs are all offspring of the Emperor, and we all know that the Emperor is the sole ruler of mankind. I have never thought of usurping the Emperor’s position.”

“Although Guilliman may seem ambitious, he never thought of being above us. He was our equal, and he was our representative and the representative of our race.”

"Just as Hapsatras the Radiant is your mouthpiece, Guilliman is also the mouthpiece of mine, of the other Primarchs, of the Emperors, of mankind, and of Doraemon. What he says is what I want to say to you."

The Silent King's gaze shifted slightly as he gently reached out and removed the golden mask of Saint Gillespie from his face, revealing a face that resembled a metallic skeleton.
Szalak's eyes swept across the darkness, and he nodded slightly to Saint Gilles.
This is the greatest respect one can show under the title of the Silent King.

"Saint Gilles! Pure one! Noble one born of a lowly race!"

"Szalak greets you and pays you the utmost respect. We will speak with your mouthpiece to decide the fate of your race!"

Hapsartas of Light bowed to Saint Gilles with the rites of the dead before the Emperor, then looked at Guilliman standing before them:

"In the name of Szalak, you must know the sins you have committed. Anlakel is a shameless traitor, and Talazin is a despicable thief. Both are criminals of our Necropolis. It is a sin for you to associate with them."

“However, the Silent King is kind-hearted and knows your folly, knows that you have been misled by traitors. Szalak’s blade will surely capture the criminals, and you must not stop him.”

"The Human Empire is willing to cooperate with the Necromancer Empire in transferring criminals, but your race is not an ally of mine and there is no extradition treaty. According to the laws of all races in the galaxy, shouldn't we discuss this matter after the Humans and the Necromancers have formed a formal alliance?" Guilliman smiled and skillfully changed the subject.

Hapsartas the Radiant One, however, gave a smile that was almost disdainful.

He slightly moved his arm, and countless points of light flashed before his eyes, transforming into hundreds and thousands of images, containing different scenes from different eras of humankind.

“We know what your weak empire is. Our astrologers have reproduced your race’s quantum trajectory with technology beyond your comprehension. Your territory is insignificant, your technology is too primitive, your power is extremely weak, and your monarch is nothing more than an old, withered man who plays with wizards.”

"You may not want to admit it, but the truth is that your race has declined. Even in your heyday, you were nothing compared to the great Necromancer dynasty of space."

"But our lord, the Silent King Szalak, has shown you mercy and allowed you to coexist with the undead civilization in space."

"As allies? As friends?" Guilliman asked.

"As slaves," declared Hapsalas of Light. "We need neither allies nor friends, but Lord Szalak, based on his personal friendship with Saint Gilles, has bestowed upon you the greatest generosity. You may pray to continue as legitimate slaves of the Necromancer Empire of Space."

"Your race will be protected by the Necromancer Empire of Space. You will be subject to a tithe, and one-tenth of your population and resources will serve the Necromancer Empire of Space. Whenever you make a request, the Silent King will receive your delegation and negotiate with you the matter of the human race's submission and surrender to the Necromancer Empire of Space."

“And Saint Gilles will exist as the Emperor of your human race, standing alongside us in a high position.”

"No, Silent King, you need humans, you need to form an alliance with us."

Guilliman's gaze did not fall upon Hapsaras the Radiant, but instead fell directly upon the Silent King:

"Humans can give you what you desire, humans can reverse the greatest tragedy of your race, humans can reverse your biological transformation."

"Szalak, I offer the undead race the terms of our alliance with humanity: Doraemon will give your race a soul, dispel the coldness in your steel bodies, and allow you to truly live in this world."

"And what you need to give up is to become allies with humanity, share its glory and its shame, and face the endless crises in this galaxy together."

Hapsaras of Light stood frozen in place, as if his will had been suddenly ripped away.

The emerald flames in the Silent King's eyes flickered violently a few times. He looked sharply at Guilliman, then at Saint Gilles.

Just then, Tarasin's voice rang out: "Your Majesty the Silent King, I am Tarasin, a replica of the memories of Tarasin, the chief archivist of the Fear of Death, a false, hollow metal robot, a fool who once pushed his friend into a scorching furnace."

"Sixty million years ago, you asked me whether we should perform bio-transformation, and I replied: 'Nothing is more terrible than death; it is death that has caused all the tragedies of our race.'"

“I claimed at the time that I had drawn the answer from the history of the dead, but I think I just gave the wrong answer from my own fear.”

"At that time, Euricane had a tumor in his brain, and the tumor even began to affect the genius of that genius. I was terrified that the genius of Euricane would be destroyed by the tumor and death—even if Euricane himself did not care at all—this is the real reason why I support biotransformation."

Tarasin emerged from the darkness and bowed deeply to the King of Silence:

"Your Majesty, during the millions of years since you left this galaxy, I have been preserving, recording and understanding the history of millions of races in the galaxy."

"Of all these millions of races, my favorite is humans. Humans are very similar to the fear of death."

"In the history of the Milky Way, which is often measured in hundreds, thousands, tens of thousands, or even millions of years, humans, who have a lifespan of only a few decades, are just as fragile and short-lived as those who fear death."

"But they twice became the dominant race in this galaxy. Their culture was not immersed in the fear of death, but was full of vitality and enthusiasm. They faced death more calmly than we did, and they gave death a meaning that transcended pain."

"Your Majesty, I therefore offer you a new answer: all the tragedies of the fearful of death do not stem from death itself, but from the fearful of death itself."

"But those who feared death at the time did not understand that what is more terrifying than death itself is the fear of death."

"The fear of death drove us to a mad thirst for immortality, drove us to wage a brutal war against the ancient saints, drove us to be deceived by the star gods, and drove us to become hollow metal bodies."

"We have achieved immortality, but at the cost of endless emptiness and meaninglessness, a death more thorough than death itself."

Tarasin stared at Szalak and said, "Therefore, Your Majesty, I implore you to consider my opinion this time as well."

"Let's form an alliance with humanity to make amends for the mistakes you and I made in the past."

The air fell silent for a moment. Szalak stared intently at Tarasin, the flames in his eyes flickering and shifting, as if he were anxiously pondering something.

Then, the Silent King slowly shifted his gaze away from Tarasin, as if unwilling to listen to what Tarasin had to say.

This attitude was the last straw for Tarasin. "King of Silence!!!" Tarasin roared, his voice barely concealed by rage. "Open your mouth and answer me!"

"Tarasin! You shameful thieves, the stewards of our race's history, how dare you show such disrespect to the Silent King!"

"As a hegemon, have you forgotten the tradition of our Silent King never speaking?"

Hapsaras the Radiant roared at Tarasin:
Has the passage of time worn away all your wisdom?

"How could the primitive and base technology of mere humans possibly reverse the transformation of life and bestow upon us souls?"

"You have clearly been deceived by the shameless and despicable witchcraft of humankind!"

Before Tarasim could even refute, Hapsalas the Radiant looked at Guilliman:
“The wise Szalak will not make the same mistakes as before, nor will he be deceived by lies.”

“Even if what you say is true, our lord Szalak has no need for your inferior technology.”

"The great Necropolis has found a way to reverse the transformation of life forms once again."

These words instantly made the surrounding air even quieter.
Hidden in the darkness, Anlakel felt a sense of foreboding.
The green light on Tarasin's body flickered several times, making him seem very flustered.

"You've been tricked again?" Tarasin blurted out, looking at the Silent King.

Faced with this inexplicably appearing method of reversing biological transformation, Tarasin and Allakel's first reaction was that the Silent King had been tricked again!
"What nonsense! What nonsense!" Tarasin's words clearly provoked the Council of the Three Saints.

Hapsalas the Radiant Strike slammed his scepter against the ground several times, and said in a less-than-respectful voice:

"The new method of reversing biological transformation is the crystallization of the wisdom of our Necropolis Empire. It was developed entirely by the most intelligent minds of the Necropolis in space, without any fraud involved."

"Tarasin, how dare you, a mere overlord, question the Triune Council? Can't the undead find a way to reverse the transformation of life forms on their own?"

"In this vast undead empire, is it only you, Tarasin, who are a loyal, virtuous, and wise minister?!"

When confronted by Hapsarath of Light, Talasi's metallic face revealed a clear expression of anger.

Although Hapsalas was a Dharma Emperor and Talasi was a Hegemon, there are still differences between Dharma Emperors.
Before the return of the Silent King, Hapsalas was merely an impoverished vizier of a declining dynasty; a vizier of his caliber couldn't even match one-tenth of Tarasim's wealth.

But after being suddenly promoted to the Council of the Three Saints by the Silent King, Hapsaras became arrogant, speaking as if he were the Silent King himself.

Guilliman looked at the Silent King, a subtle hint of mockery flashing across his face.
He spoke slowly, his tone seemingly mocking: "Is this the decision of the Space Necromancer race, or the personal decision of the Silent King Szalak?"

Guilliman's slightly sarcastic words drew a flash of displeasure from Hapsarath of Light, who stared at Guilliman and said:
"The Council of the Three Saints is the highest governing body of the undead. The decision of the Silent King is the decision of the undead empire, and the will of the Silent King is the will of the undead dynasty."

“Really?” Guilliman mimicked Fuchs’s tone, saying lightly, “I don’t believe it. I don’t think that’s what I’ve heard.”

"The Silent King doesn't seem to be as revered among the undead as the Emperor and Doraemon are among humans."

"You despicable beast!"

Hapsaras the Radiant spoke in a sharp voice:

"You savage primitive, your father was a deformed child, a mutant, your so-called Saint Doraemon is just a blue raccoon who plays with magic, and you are a mutant of mutants!"

"How dare you, such a lowly beast, breathe on the true Eternal King? You truly have no regard for your own life—"

"Shut up, you soulless and mindless servant!"

Guilliman took a step forward and growled:
"What are you? Just a servant, a puppet, an opportunist, a treacherous and cunning fellow."

"When have I been speaking to you that you dare to interrupt me time and time again?"

“I, Robert Guilliman, Primarch, Son of the Emperor, Lord of the Five Hundred Worlds of Alteramar, have accumulated a hundred times more glory in my mere few hundred years of life than you have in your thousands of years. Who gave you the courage to think you could interrupt me?”

"I speak on behalf of the human race to the Silent King. You are not worthy to interrupt this conversation. Get out of my way!"

"You!!" Hapsaras the Radiant let out a sharp wail; the imposing aura in Guilliman's words actually instilled fear in him.
In one instance, Guilliman seemed not to be human, but rather an irresistible absolute order, overwhelming Hapsalas with overwhelming force.
Hapsalas retreated in fear.
Bang! ! !
Hapsalas slipped and fell off the black stone platform, disappearing from the holographic projection.

Guilliman could only scoff at this. He raised his head and looked at King Silent Szalak, his gaze showing no sign of wavering, and even subtly overpowering the King Silent in terms of aura.

"The silence of the Silent King is a tradition of our people—" Standing on the other side of the Silent King, another Dharma Emperor, Messophite of the Blade, tried to stop Guilliman.

"Direct dialogue between rulers is a tradition of our people."

Guilliman looked at Messot, the Blade, with a gaze as sharp as lightning:

"You have repeatedly prevented me from speaking directly to the Silent King. What exactly are you up to?"

"Are you traitors among the undead? Fiends of Chaos? Or lackeys of the deceiver?"

Blade's Edge Sofitel opened her mouth slightly, as if she wanted to say something, but in the end, she didn't utter a single word.

The condemnation of being a traitor's lackey is far too severe among the space necromancers.
Messofitel was ultimately just a lower-ranking vizier of a declining dynasty and was unwilling to bear this blame.

More importantly, there seems to be an undeniable force in Guilliman's words.

This power is even distorting the laws of reality, making Guilliman's words impossible to defy.

“Szalak! I know you no less than you know us!”

“I know what you’ve done, I know what you’ve committed. You said the Emperor was a mummy who played with witchcraft? You said the Emperor was unworthy to be the ruler of mankind?”

"I am telling you now, an emperor is not born the ruler of mankind! His position comes from his dedication and sacrifice."

"He once led us out of the abyss of the old night, saving our race from the brink of destruction. For our race, he sacrificed himself on the Soul of Vengeance, sitting on the golden throne for ten thousand years and ten thousand years."

"We are loyal to the Emperor because the Emperor is loyal to us; we trust the Emperor because the Emperor loves us deeply; we worship the Emperor because the Emperor sacrificed himself to save our people, therefore he is the Lord of mankind!"

"And you? Szalak, who claims to represent the undead race, Szalak, who claims to be the eternal King of Silence, what have you done for your people?"

"The emperor protected his people, while you destroyed your people and then abandoned them."

Guilliman's voice was filled with an indescribable power, making him no less formidable than the Silent King, who had lived for sixty million years.

"When the ruler is virtuous, the people are loyal; when the ruler is not virtuous, the people are not loyal. We are loyal to the emperor because of his sacrifices, but why are the dead loyal to you? Because of your crimes?"

“But Szalak, if you truly believe you can represent the undead race, now humanity is giving you a chance to atone, a chance to truly do something for your race.”

"Doraemon can give souls to the dead, if you agree."

The Silent King stared intently at Guilliman, his scepter clenched tightly as if he had made up his mind, before he slowly spoke.
"I will destroy you." The voice was filled with undisguised malice, disgust, and hatred.

Before Guilliman could speak again, the Silent King's holographic projection shook a few times and suddenly disappeared from the spot.

Guilliman shook his head slightly, remaining silent.

Standing in the darkness to the side, Zhou Yun turned his head and glanced at Anlakel beside him.

"Was everything recorded?"

"Send me a copy. I have connections that can guarantee every Necromancer and Overlord will see what just happened."

(Two parts combined, 6,000 words)
(End of this chapter)