106, no, deep in Wemmas, Nas knelt silently on the steps of the pyramid.

Gathros was looking down at his archon.

The Necrolord's body is taller than that of a regular necromantic slave, and the smooth, unblemished living metal makes up Gathros, and the lines of the space necromancer are on its body to show its nobility status.

But Nas knew it was all over.

The long time, the abrupt interruption of dormancy, the combination of the two, Nas has little hope.

But it still knelt there faithfully.

"Archon"

Garthros's voice slowly streaked across the blackstone tombs, the dark, dry tombs devoid of life.

This is good news for Nas, the king's sanity may still be there,

Gathelos blinked slowly,

It was sitting in the theater of the military training ground, the slaves pouring it wine, and Gathros looked at his brother Ortix, who was still too cowardly, too much about life, whatever it was.

This makes it appear that his younger brother is rude and has no manners.

The Dreads only need death, and their short life can only embrace death.

Gathroth needed to teach his brother a lesson.

It looked at the samurai trained in the military training grounds, and these elites would form a strong army of the Feared Dead.

"Stop."

Gatheros said that the light of the stars made it a little dizzy,

Nas looked up suspiciously, looking at the king standing at the top of the tomb.

"Rank in descending order according to the number of opponents you have defeated in the tournament."

Nas tried to understand the king's orders, and then it gave its orders, demanding that the guards behind it line up according to the king's instructions.

The king walked down the stairs unhurriedly.

Garthros walked unhurriedly to the leader of the samurai, and saw the astonished gaze of his brother.

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

The younger brother Otix needs to realize this as soon as possible so that he can become a qualified candidate for the throne.

[No, no, they have been expelled.] ］

The younger brother Otix looked at it in shock.

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

Nas survived this countless screenings.

Countless of its peers died, but Nas lived, so it went from being a slave to an archon under one man and above ten thousand.

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

The fallen fears will not rise again.

Fallen space necrons will soon be able to operate under the Resuscitation Protocol, and the Guardians will enjoy higher resurrection powers than ordinary space necrons.

"I need to make you understand two things,"

Gathelos spoke solemnly,

"First, those who fear death are not afraid of death, and death is only an inevitable fact."

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

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

Gathros was keen for his younger brothers to become the rulers of the dynasty, and after Unas's death, they would lead a large necromantic dynasty.

It turned its head and wanted to stare solemnly into its brother's eyes, telling Ortix of its good intentions, even as the blood oozing from the corpse of the Feared Dead was about to get onto its shoes.

Its brother looked at it vacantly,

"We can't die, brother."

"There were no deaths."

The blood is gone.

Gathros turned its head in a daze, and it saw its archon 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 consciousness awakened you in advance."

Ah, Unas, Unas.

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

Gathros was banished, after its expelled brother.

It was still convincing itself that his brother had been evicted because he was not qualified.

But when it was thrown from the upper level of the pyramid, it didn't even have a guard of the same size as its brother.

Unas feared it, and the slaves it had slaughtered had given Unas enough blades.

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

The old immortal.

It needs to build up its strength, it can't be alarmed, Unas won't allow it to develop its own army, and the cunning and brutal leader will keep an eye on them.

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

Gathros stared at Nas's bowed head, pondering.

Shards of the Star God

"Give me information on the intrusion of the Peaceful."

Gatheros spoke, and Nas did so,

The source of the radiation that marked the shards of the star god was rather vague, and Gatheros realized with displeasure that perhaps it was just a misidentification.

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

It can't be sloppy.

"Prepare the ship."

"I'm going to see for myself."

Nas felt his circuit shake, its duty was to protect the king, and now the king's situation was obviously not suitable for him to go into battle in person.

Although the nobles were willing to go to the front line to direct the war themselves, they stood on the front line and led their armies forward.

But now, it was clear that Nas could not let the king do that.

"Let me do it for you, King."

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

"Those lowly flesh creatures aren't worth your trouble."

Hearing this, Gathros shook his hand in annoyance, and although it had killed many Death-Dreaded slaves, it had no emotions attached to it compared to its younger brother.

So it didn't shoot Nas directly.

"Then you go."

Gatheros spoke haughtily,

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

"I want all the information about that signal, that fleet, I want the whole."

"If it's really a Star God Shard, then don't let it be shocked, they're cunning and pretend to be another race."

"If not, then I'd like them all too."

If the information of the Star God can be disguised, this will also play a key role in the future battle against Unas.

Nas wanted to say something, but it didn't say anything, it glanced at the king with a complicated expression, and turned to leave, preparing its fleet.

"Dead people."

"Or another political defeat dog that has gone mad."

It says,

"That little consul is interesting, but worthless."

"Then I don't have any burden."

Gathelos here is entirely self-made.

His brother had the original book, but it didn't, so I started making it up.

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