Chapter 670: Internet Addicted Dead Spirit Zarasusa
Anlakel was stunned, holding his crooked metal head for a long time.

As a powerful overlord in the Undead Dynasty, Anrakel did not understand and would never have imagined that Zarasusa, who once used the Star Flame Array to shatter the Star God, would become like this.

Where is the noble manners? Where is the noble grace?

The repair array of the high-level overlord is running smoothly, and the head made of active metal has long been healed, but the physical damage is far less serious than the mental damage.

Swinging out his power halberd, Anlakelg blocked the burning punch from Zarasusa and kicked him in the torso, cursing:

"Zarasusa, what are you doing, you bastard? Has time made you so stupid that you can't tell friend from foe?

We are the Necrontyr, not those puny humans that are spreading across the galaxy like cancer cells."

The scolding from his fellow tribesmen made Zarasusa pause for a moment, but he did not stop. Instead, he rushed forward like a steel madman:
"It's you who should wake up. We are already dead. We died in that damned war in heaven 6500 million years ago. Now there are no more Necrontyr. All that's left are the pathetic machines called Necrons."

The seemingly thin fist carried enormous force and hit Anrakel. To the high-level undead, such a weak attack could not cause any damage, but the traveler could no longer swing his halberd.

"There is no future, no revival. Why did you come, Anrakel? Everything is an illusion. Tell me, why should I respond to your call? Can that damn Szalak restore our flesh and become a real race?
It was he who led us to fight against the Old Ones, it was he who ordered us to enter that damned bio-conversion device, and it was he who ordered us to fall into deep sleep. As a subject, I did not betray the dynasty. It was he who truly betrayed the Necrontyr! It was the king who fabricated a pathetic dream for us. "

Picking up his velvet nightcap, Zarasusa rode on his old friend, not showing any dominance at all, but instead like a madman.

As for Anrakel, he was also speechless after being criticized. When the Necrons were still Necrontyr, he had the best relationship with Zarathusa. He also formed a scientific expedition team with a few wicked and smoking guys to search for dog-man relics everywhere.

They studied together, took risks together, inherited the family business together and became overlords, and finally stepped into the trap called the bio-conversion device together.

All words became pale and powerless. The traveler stopped arguing and just lay on the ground with his mouth open and eyes closed, staring at his friend who had long gone.

This wonderful scene was seen by the immortals brought by Anrakel. Their originally dark blue eyes fluctuated, and then lit up with an imperceptible dim red light, quietly watching all this.

But Zarathusa was still outputting, from the birth of the Necrontyr to the end of the War in Heaven. Even the emotionless Necrons could feel his great dissatisfaction.

"I don't care about your Three Holy Councils, I will beat anyone who comes. I don't care about your Silent King, I will pull off his hood if he comes. I, Zarathusa, will lose my mind and be burned to ashes by a supernova, but I will not listen to your orders!
I will just stay at home and watch Galaxy Smash. As long as Kara Network exists, I won’t go anywhere.”

Thinking of this, Zarasusa raised his arm, slapped Ankeral again, grabbed his gorgeous decorations and asked:
"My internet was disconnected as soon as you came here. Tell me the truth, were you the one who disconnected my Kara network? I haven't exchanged insults with netizens for almost three days. I felt like a scarab was crawling on my body. Was it you who did it?" Ankelar, who was blamed for no reason, was confused. He didn't even know what the Kara network was. Since he woke up, he has been running around the galaxy to awaken the Necrons who had been sleeping for many days. How could he not know!

Thanks to the more powerful logic array of the high-level undead, even though it was just a metal skeleton, Ankelar showed a puzzled expression on his face at the right time.

Seeing that this bastard had nothing to say, Zarasusa was unwilling to pay attention to him. He gathered his brothers and walked into the corridor. But before leaving, he still gave a word of advice:
"You should try to get in touch with new things when you have time. The galaxy has changed a lot. If you want to leave, leave quickly. Don't attract that monster above my head. It's a complete star god. You can't beat it."

Perhaps it was Zarasusa's slower tone that made the traveler feel that things were turning around, so he ignored the other party's disgust and stepped forward to grab his pajamas:

"You mean the weird star god that lives on the surface of the planet? Don't worry about my safety. If the Necrons can defeat them the first time, they can crush them the second time. By the way, do you know where Trazyn, Leonster, and Imotek are?
I have awakened most of the Undead Dynasties. These three had clearly received the summons from the King of Silence, but when I arrived at the world where their dynasties were sleeping, the buildings were already deserted. Even the metal surface used as decoration in the tomb world had been scraped away.

I suspect that the three of them must have met with an accident, or that Storm King's traitor wanted to rebel and perished along with the other two. Do you have any news about them?"

Zarathusa said he didn't know, but the Storm King did approach him and said something about rebuilding the Undead Dynasty, but he refused in the end. The last time he appeared was 77 years ago, when he was challenging the star god named Hogg above his head.

As for the result, it is probably death!
Seeing that Ankelar was still holding on to his pajamas like a pervert, Zarasusa tore them off and threw them away on the spot, then went straight to the core of his tomb.

Looking at the fluffy pajamas with a ridiculous dog head embroidery in his hand, even though he had no flesh and blood, Ankelar was still overwhelmed with emotions and shouted to his friend who had already entered the corridor:
"I will definitely come back, and by then, the Necrontyr will rise again."

Although he did not get the response he wanted, Ankeral was not discouraged. The Silent King awakened the Necrons in order to resist the flesh-and-blood scourge called the Tyranids. Once those bugs were destroyed, they would have a chance to revive again.

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Knocking at the immortal guards who accompanied him, Anrakel signaled them to leave and not disturb his old friend.

Just like when they came, after destroying a group of reckless skinners, the travelers' team arrived at the entrance of the tombstone gate. But just as he was about to step out of the gate, Ankelar discovered that for some reason, the originally dark green dimensional gate suddenly became lighter and had a tendency to turn a little red.

"Perhaps the original energy array has gone wrong due to the erosion of time."

Without much hesitation, Ankelar stepped directly out of the tombstone gate, but before he could get rid of the electronic interference caused by crossing the dimension, dozens of cold gun muzzles were pointed at him, and a metal sole stained with mud quickly enlarged in his eyes:
"I seem to hear someone talking about me. Is it you, you bastard, who is saying bad things about me?"

(End of this chapter)