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Chapter 614 Laugh! Why aren't you all laughing together!

The Overlord Zahurash suddenly turned his attention to the asteroid sphere created by the Shaper, dragging it along with distorted spacetime. In the blink of an eye, the asteroid was swallowed up by Zahurash's warped spacetime and tossed to some unknown corner of the stars.
The Shaper let out a sharp roar, conjuring matter once more to create a series of meteors. But instead of striking the Blood Angels' fleet, or Zahurash who had suddenly attacked him, he hurled them at the Unpredictable Ishtuo.

Helpless, Yishutuo hastily redirected his swarm of metallic insects to devour the meteorites thrown at the Shaper. As the insects gnawed at the meteorites, they rapidly multiplied.
But before the Undecided One could finish devouring the meteorites, the Ruler suddenly appeared beside him, twisting spacetime and creating a singularity, instantly teleporting the newly bred swarm of metal insects to an unknown location.

The Shaper roared and howled, his arms suddenly multiplying, his long fingers slicing through the void, first extracting dark matter into matter, then twisting matter into antimatter, shaping it into countless antimatter spears, which he then hurled at the Ruler and the Unpredictable.
The antimatter annihilation occurred in an instant, and the primordial energy directly devoured the two star gods.

At this moment, spacetime emitted a low hum. The Overlord created a thin membrane around himself, a membrane composed of infinitely stretched spacetime. The energy explosion caused by the annihilation of antimatter did not harm him in the slightest.

He stepped out of the fire, ready to strike at the Shaper.
But the Unruly Ones behind him were rapidly absorbing the energy around them, converting it into matter, and multiplying into a large swarm of metal insects. These insects gathered into metal threads, tore through the membrane on the ruler's body, wrapped around him, and forcibly held him in place.

The Shaper seized the opportunity, stepping forward and wielding an antimatter weapon, smashing it towards the Ruler.
Imotek stared in disbelief as the fragments of the Star God he had released shattered into a chaotic mess, completely beyond his logical expectations.

This scene was so ridiculous, so absurd, so incomprehensible and hilarious.

Why is this happening? ?
Suddenly, Imhotep noticed what Mephisto was doing.
The nine Mephistos did not attack the Star God. Instead, all his psionic energy flowed into the Red Tear beneath him, and then into the ships and net gates behind him.
"That's... Blackstone?" Imhotep looked at the analysis report submitted by the tomb engineers.
Blackstone obelisks were installed on the ships of the Holy Blood Angels. Under the control of Mephisto's psionic energy, these obelisks all amplified the warp concentration in the vicinity and connected to the Webway Gate, as if paving the way for the arrival of something in the Webway.

Imotek couldn't help but smile. He smiled uncontrollably.
laugh?
laugh!
"ha!!!"

A laugh echoed from the depths of the net, a laugh so mocking and derisive that it seemed to ridicule everything. Splattered ink-like colors and specks of light emerged from the net, illuminating everything Imotek could see.
The cold starlight in the void suddenly became dazzling and bright, transforming into mocking and ridiculing smiling faces, hovering above the dark celestial sphere, mocking everything in the material universe.
The interplay of light and shadow became eerie; Imotek's shadow, the shadows of other space undead, and all shadows cast by the light transformed into leaping dancers, bounding across ships, stars, and the void.

Thousands of voices, some foolish, some cunning, rang in the ears of Imotek and all the creatures nearby, telling a thousand jokes and a thousand lies.

"Distinguished guests! Friends! Brothers and sisters!"

I missed you all so much!!

The loudest laughter rang out from the void, and the stars transformed into a distorted robe. A crescent moon appeared above the stars, and in the blink of an eye, it transformed into a clown's face covered in pastel colors, looking down at the three Star God fragments that were fighting amongst themselves.

"Old and new friends! Laugh! Why aren't you laughing! Now is the time to laugh out loud!"

"Because the ten thousand years of hibernation are over! Your most beloved clown has returned to the spotlight of the galaxy's grand stage!"

"Igrania, Ishtuo, Zahurash, you adorable little fools are still as gullible as you were ten thousand years ago!! Hehehe!!"

Lies, countless lies woven into threads that drip from the clown's fingertips, manipulating the fragments of the Star God to kill each other.

Imotek's metallic body froze in place.

As a crowned necromancer general who had experienced the War of Heaven, Imhotep knew perfectly well who the Joker was.
If we were to name the Eldar god who inflicted the greatest damage on the Star Gods during the War of Heaven, it wouldn't be Asuyan the Phoenix King, nor Bloodhand Kane the God of War, nor even Val the God of Forging.

Instead, it was the seemingly less conspicuous laughing god, Sigucci.
Xi Gaoqi, the fraudster's half-brother, deceived the Outer Star God with lies, causing him to devour a large number of other Star Gods and ultimately driving the Outer Star God insane. He remains in seclusion outside the galaxy to this day. With just one lie, he directly crippled the most powerful Star God and a large number of other Star Gods.

Furthermore, it seems that the clown, Sigucci, reached some kind of consensus with the Deceiver during the War of Heaven; a Star God and an Eldar God would frequently switch identities and impersonate each other.
No one knows exactly which lies and pranks were committed by Sigucci and which were committed by fraudsters.

Sigaki, in Imotek's eyes, was the most dangerous being among the Eldar.
Upon awakening, Imotek learned of the Eldar's fall, the Eldar gods' death, and the fact that the Laughing God had not appeared in the galaxy for ten thousand years. He even felt fortunate.

but now.
"Where did this fraudster come from?!" Imotek cursed.

He was immediately greeted by a chorus of mocking laughter, as if they were ridiculing him.

The God of Laughter indulged in unrestrained laughter. For ten thousand years after the fall of the Spirit Race, He hid in the narrow cage of the Black Library, unable to perform on stage for a full ten thousand years.

Now, with Zhou Yun and Slaanesh reaching some kind of consensus, Sigucci has been able to escape from the Black Library and stand once again in the spotlight of the galactic stage.

"Let me, the clown, make fun of you!"

On the Voidwalker, the flagship of the traveler Anlakel, patriarchs from different dynasties of the Necromancers of space gathered together. Their tomb ships were docked around the Voidwalker, while some remained in their own tomb ships awaiting Anlakel's formal invitation to the meeting, while others came to the Voidwalker on their own to converse with other patriarchs and overlords who were about to attend.

The ruler of the Mefret dynasty, whose name should not be addressed directly, was Zarasuza, the latter.
He has not yet officially proclaimed himself Emperor of the Mefrek Dynasty, but he is already the true ruler of the Mefrek Dynasty. After all, the Mefrek Dynasty is practically reduced to his territory in the Hades system.

However, the Mefrek dynasty possessed a wealth of stellar-related technologies, which allowed it to maintain its high status among the space-based necromantic dynasties.

Sixty million years ago, the Mefrek dynasty often used its stellar technology to help the Silent King punish dynasties that refused to submit, thus earning the title of the Silent King's executioner.

Zarasusa hoped to change the other patriarchs' perception of his dynasty, making them understand that those whom he could not address by name were never the lackeys of the Silent King.

"Yo! Zarasuza!"

"You bastard, you told me I can't call you by your first name!"

"Okay, Zarasuza, yes, Zarasuza!"

"Can't you show me some respect and address me by my first name?!"

Zarasuza was so angry that his metal nose almost crooked.
These damned French emperors completely disregarded the history of the Mefret dynasty serving the Silent King.

But they found it amusing that after Zarasusa awoke, he had come up with this person whose name they couldn't call directly, and they frantically called Zarasusa by his name in order to provoke him.

But this wasn't without its advantages; Zarasusa successfully infiltrated the papacy's inner circle and participated in the discussions.

"The Silent King is utterly immoral! He actually condemned me for disrespecting the Silent King and deducted my final payment just because my left foot stepped through the gate!"

"What do you mean by that! My fleet was seized by him without my permission simply because it passed by his fleet! My newly maintained fleet!"

"What is that guy Anlakel doing? He summoned us to oppose the Silent King, and then he disappeared without a trace."

"I heard that for security reasons, the meeting will not be held on the Void Wanderer, but will instead be held in a secure, classified star system."

"That makes sense. After all, Storm King's forces are advancing, and his target seems to be the Volian Vash system. The meeting won't be held there, will it?"

"Haha, how could that be? He's not an idiot."

The French emperors were engaged in a lively discussion; they rarely gathered together like this.

"Zarasuza Overlord." A cold voice rang out behind Zarasusa.

"Damn it, you told me not to call you by your name—huh? Who are you?" Zarasuza paused, looking at the Space Necromancer Emperor in front of him with a bit of confusion.

The head of this emperor is very strange. Unlike the slender metal head of a space necromancer, it is more rounded, smooth, and peaceful, and looks quite handsome.

"I am Shemech, the French Emperor of the Nissilach dynasty. I once purchased a batch of relics from you from the French Emperor of the Mevrek dynasty in exchange for a fleet," said Shemech, the French Emperor of the Nissilach dynasty, with a smile.

Zarasusa suddenly realized that after taking over the treasures of the Mefret dynasty, he believed that some of the ancient artifacts were no longer of any use.

Among the many dynasties, the Nihirak dynasty was known for its fondness for collecting antiques, and Shemech was one of the few French emperors he knew well.

“You look a little different,” Zarasusa said hesitantly.

Shemerhe smiled and reached out to touch his head: "Never seen this before, have you? A genuine Terran human skull."

(End of this chapter)