Chapter 1113 Two Plans

"No, no, no! I don't like it anymore! I don't like it anymore! Wow! I just want to find a safe place to record and drink... I don't want to go to the front line!!!"

Tarasim's cries were suddenly strangled. He found that he did not appear in the center of a dangerous battlefield, but came directly in front of the throne of the Silent King.

"Hehe... This is so funny, isn't it?"

Orikan's voice came, and Tarasim suddenly realized that he was holding his legs and howling disrespectfully and incompetently.

Orikan's single eye was shining, obviously recording all of Tarasim's ugly appearance.

The emperor standing on both sides also covered his mouth and chuckled. This humiliation made Tarasim's core extremely hot, and the cooling system could no longer contain his rising sense of shame.

"Tarasim."

The Silent King's left and right hands conveyed the king's words. Tarasim immediately shook off Orikan's thighs, stood up on the spot and tidied his clothes and appearance to match his status as a noble.

"Great Silent King, the Endless Trazyn is at your disposal."

"Let's put aside your disrespect for now. Now we need your knowledge to help us..."

"Help with what?"

"Help us understand the deep meaning of the Subjective Lin Fan."

The Silent King unfolded the entire battlefield in front of Trazyn, and the colors of identifying enemies and friends were intertwined and mixed, which was worse than the palette that was washed with paint in the art classroom.

The human army, led by the Primarch and the Emperor, fought with the Waaagh bodies and orcs. According to the calculations of the technicians, humans would inevitably defeat the Waaagh bodies.

Because the orcs now lack the blessing of Gogo's power, the physical fitness of the entire tribe is much worse than before.

When it comes to this, Trazyn remembered the casual killing of Kelakose. If Gogo still existed, the size and physical strength of this orc would definitely be stronger, and it would never be possible for Corax to kill him in one move.

But the battlefield is not just Waaagh bodies and orcs. The bugs and degraded bodies that keep coming out of the ground, as well as the demons generated by the extremely high concentration of subspace energy, are all helping the Waaagh bodies to gain an advantage on the battlefield.

Take the Ultramarines, who have the largest number of Space Marines, for example. They have been torn apart by the impact of the endless mixed tide of enemies, and basically rely on their original positions to fight on their own.

The rest of the smaller legions gathered around the Primarch and the Emperor, relying on the advantages of the essence of the subspace and the power of the Emperor's faith to barely hold on.

Now the offensive posture of the Necrontyr has become extremely critical.

Whether to take advantage of the human empire delaying the enemy's attention and summon all the reserve troops to rush into the foot of the throne of the gods for a strong attack, then the Silent King will liberate all the hidden power of the dynasty and use the powerful weapons that destroyed the galaxy in the old battle of heaven to end the war.

The advantage of this plan is a quick victory, and the disadvantage is that the casualties of the human army will definitely soar after losing the firepower support of the Necrontyr.

Or should we disband the Necrontyr Corps, provide battlefield support to the Human Empire, and then move towards the Throne of the Gods together.

The advantage of this plan is that it is steady and solid, but the disadvantage is that the battle will continue to be prolonged, resulting in more unpredictable variables.

According to the data feedback from the front-line troops, some enemies have been able to survive the volley of Gaussian beams inexplicably, which is exactly the same as the effect of the Emperor's manifestation circulated in the Human Empire Army.

The Silent King did not think much about it, and pointed the spearhead of these problems at Lin Fan, and Tzeentch who regarded himself as a chess player on the same level as the Subjective.

When these two questions were put in front of Trazyn, Trazyn did not even hesitate too much, and directly chose the second option.

The Silent King's eyes darkened, and he certainly knew why Trazyn chose this way.

The Subjective cares about humans very much. If he can reduce casualties, he will definitely choose a more stable way of fighting.

But...but...

The Silent King felt inexplicably panicked in his heart. He always felt that there was something terrible behind the Throne of the Gods.

Forget it...Since Trazyn thinks that the subjective will be inclined to the second plan, then let's follow the second plan...

The Silent King stood up from the throne and immediately wrote a decree. Just as he was about to issue it, a sacred and cold voice sounded in this lifeless palace.

"Execute the first plan."

Is this the voice of the Emperor of God?

The Silent King was extremely surprised. His throne was heavily wrapped with the Dead Zone of Exorcism, which prevented the demons from constantly drilling out of the cracks.

But how could the power of the Emperor of God pass through the Dead Zone of Exorcism and be released here?

Thinking over and over again, there was still no good answer. It was not until Trazyn's body became more and more golden that the Silent King figured out the principle.

Tarazyn likes to collect things, and he accepts both human and alien things.

It would be fine if he collected some human warriors, but this guy also cherishes the holy objects of the state religion.

In the past ten thousand years, there were many saints' bones and scriptures in the museum of Trazyn.

These holy objects are objects that point to the faith of the God-Emperor, and they are also the window through which the God-Emperor looks at the human world.

Every time Trazyn went to the church to steal, he was seen by the God-Emperor. After being seen by the God-Emperor for a long time, Trazyn's body also had some sacred attributes.

If there were no more important things to do, Trazyn would have been burned to ashes by the golden fire of the God Emperor.

"Okay... execute the first plan, God Emperor, are you ready to take action?" The Silent King did not look at Trazyn who was slowly floating up and losing control of his body, but instead focused his eyes on the chaotic battlefield.

The God Emperor did not directly answer the Silent King's question, but just said lightly, "The Emperor is too useless, it's really shameful."

The golden light disappeared, the Silent King rewrote the order, and all the military forces of the dynasty were dispatched. He also personally rushed to the forbidden warehouse where the ancient weapons were sealed, and used his supreme authority as a king to decode those ancient devices.

On the front battlefield, the Emperor, the Imperial Guards, and the nuns bombarded countless enemies, but the tide of the enemy's attack showed no signs of retreating, but became more and more fierce as time went on.

The insect saints who had been nurtured by Tzeentch from the beginning broke out of the eggshells. They grew to be seven or eight kilometers tall, and their motivation to gather and march was earth-shattering.

The demonic aggregate was covered with factories spewing thick smoke, and limbs of various species grew out from their bottoms, slowly crawling forward.

Facing such a supernatural giant, not to mention the Space Marines, even the Titans, who were worshipped as gods, became tiny ants.