Chapter 588 Ants

"You low-class people."

"Ahem. Sir, watch your words. This is not a cleansing mission."

"Oh! Right! I forgot. Let's do it again. Please enter the teleportation dimension to attend the welcoming banquet."

This almost playful exchange reached everyone's ears. Perturabo frowned. He looked at Lin Fan and asked if all the Necrontyr were like this now?

Lin Fan had to curl his lips and shrugged helplessly, telling him that most of the Necrontyr were not very smart now. Lin Fan took the lead in entering the so-called teleportation dimension, and the rest followed him in.

They appeared in a square. The ground made of black stone was very clean, clearly reflecting everyone's reflection.

"Wow! This is much more powerful than what I remember in the book? So our ancestors fought with these things?" Irafren exclaimed, and the close observation brought her a stronger sense of shock.

"How many things have they hidden in the Great Slumber?" Ivrene frowned. She suddenly felt that it was not a big deal to destroy Slaanesh and isolate Chaos corruption.

Everyone present was tilting the scale of hostility from Chaos to Necrontyr. Only Lin Fan walked towards the front of Hierophant Inamas without any care.

As expected of a Hierophant, his body and decorations were much more luxurious than those of Trazyn. Standing on both sides of him should be various high-level warlocks, generals and overlords.

"Hello, Lord."

"Ahem."

"Oh! Everyone. Hehe." Hierophant Inamas quickly changed his words after being reminded by Rotaros. He rubbed his hands and said happily, "Want to eat something? We have prepared a table of high-quality food."

"We don't want to eat." Iverne said, "I just want to see my compatriots, and then."

"Hehe, then why don't you come to the dinner table to talk? The distinguished guests have come, and they should be treated well." Hierophant Inamas interrupted Iverne's words, and he raised his hand to order his warlocks to prepare a banquet.

The ion warlock and the time warlock followed the order and stepped out. One was responsible for manipulating the dimensional disharmony and the singularity. His hands were twisting the place, overlapping the space, and creating a teleportation point.

The time warlock cooperated with his actions, shortening all his operations, and completed the position conversion almost instantly. At this moment, they were still admiring the incomprehensibly powerful army of the Necrontyr in the Black Stone Square. The next moment, they were sitting in front of an exquisite and luxurious table. Even their fleet was placed in the port. The underworld scarabs floated around the ships, responsible for cleaning, but they did not repair them. The tomb technicians were worried that they could not control the ships repaired by the scarabs.

"Is this a spell?" Chagatai exclaimed. He didn't see anything clearly.

"This is pure technology." Perturabo pursed his lips tightly. He looked at Emperor Inamas sitting on the throne, and frustration enveloped his heart.

No one had seen the food on the table. Although these things were steaming hot, they looked more like a kind of decoration for the table. Lin Fan curiously picked up a little food, and when he stuffed it into his mouth, he found that the taste of these things was not much different from sand.

Emperor Inamas clapped his hands, indicating the official start of the banquet. All kinds of music sounded at the same time. These music were beautiful when picked out separately, but mixed together became a torturous noise. Only the Emperor's son locked in armor can enjoy this kind of torture.

Looking at the painful expressions of the crowd, Hierophant Inamas expressed his incomprehension. He had considered it so thoroughly, and all the songs in the entire universe were included here. Don't they all like to listen to it?

"My Lord, I don't think they have the ability to disassemble the audio." Rotaros reminded.

"What? They don't?"

"Really not."

"It's really troublesome. Then just change it to what I like to listen to." Hierophant Inamas waved his hand helplessly, and the next moment the noisy sound in the field was replaced by cheerful and childish nursery rhymes.

Others were at a loss, and Trazyn began to dig the floor with his feet awkwardly. He felt more and more that it was not a good decision for Hierophant Inamas to host the banquet.

The atmosphere of the banquet was cold and stiff for the living, but for Hierophant Inamas it was already a lively event worth recording. He happily poured wine into his mouth, adjusted his voice to a drunken state, and said illogical celebration words to everyone.

With the prospect of the New Year, the blessing for the children's growth, and the strong confidence in the victory of the War of Heaven.

"We will discuss several issues in this meeting. The first is the problem of memory module repair. The second is how we can win the War of Heaven."

"We have won the War of Heaven."

"What? Won? Why didn't anyone come to inform me?"

The appearance of the Emperor Amas on the throne shattered the solemn atmosphere in the field, and Perturabo's brows finally loosened slightly. Although these aliens have very powerful strength, their leaders do not look normal. If so, the Empire is not without the power to fight.

Ivreni sat on the stool. She just wanted to see that the two arks were safe and sound, rather than admiring the crazy look of a fear of death emperor.

"Hello, Eldar." Like a spider living in the dark, Ivreni felt a chill on her back. She restrained herself from drawing her sword to attack, and turned back to see the Illuminator Zerath, whose lower body was like a spider.

"You seem to have something different. Are you interested in participating in a small experiment? I will pay you." Zerath rubbed his hands and said in a very gentle tone. Before Ivrennie refused, Lin Fan came over and scanned Zerath from top to bottom and then from bottom to top twice.

Others here don't know what Zerath's style is, but he knows clearly what kind of scientific research madman Zerath is.

"Taraxin, you didn't dismantle the people on the Ark, did you?"

"How is it possible? Are we that kind of people?"

"Maybe you are not, but he must be. How many did you dismantle? Half? Or even more?" Lin Fan narrowed his eyes and looked at the nervous Zerath and Taraxin, "Or does your medical assistance mean stuffing the pulp of the Eldar into Zerath's operating room?"

"No, no, no! You are stereotyping! It's racial discrimination!" Zerath moved his body uneasily for a few times. Seeing that Lin Fan's guess was getting closer and closer to the truth, he quickly showed Lin Fan the situation of Bjetan and Iyanden's Ark.

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