The Emperor’s Angel of Death

#3448 - Lord of the Soul

Chapter 3451: The Wraith Lord

Sosiang held the Blood Chalice, stepped forward, and pointed his right arm and index finger forward.

After a moment, the mass of metal wriggled, and slowly, a shriveled and incomplete arm appeared, followed by the outline of a body, and then a head and legs.

Rakzan knelt on the altar, no longer the former Pharaoh of the dynasty. He looked unusually thin, his limbs like fragile, withered branches, his torso like dried leather, and his oval head had a pair of bewildered eyes. This was Rakzan, about to die, only the Necron's once-poisoned flesh remained.

In a daze, he saw his father, holding his head in his hands, and his younger brother, the one who loved to ask him questions, pulling out the dagger that pierced his heart from his chest, and his mother, his sorrowful mother, so many relatives, and those dead subordinates, all surrounding him, watching him.

He could no longer distinguish right from wrong, but he knew he had to do one thing.

Clarity is eternal pain, so it's better to be completely, truly mad.

Little by little, as if struggling, he tried to raise his arm, which could break at any moment, and reached out towards the blood-colored sun with countless faces in front of him.

Countless screams, wails, and curses echoed in his ears, but he was completely unaware. He only wanted to do this one thing now.

Finally, he touched the Blood Sun, and also touched that finger.

In that instant, countless Flayers appeared in the hall, and even outside the hall, bowing and kowtowing, cheering like white noise, cheering for their newborn Lord, cheering for a soul of hatred in this galaxy, they threw fresh flesh into the sky, as if waving flags.

And all the flesh and blood in mid-air turned into a thick mist, and then quickly surged towards the altar.

Boom—

A bursting loud noise, accompanied by a violent impact, sent the Flayers rolling all over the ground.

The desperate King of No Nation was no more. Slowly descending from mid-air was an extremely distorted monster. It was several times larger than the former Rakzan, with a sense of both illusion and reality, as if it were a ghost from the Nether Realm coming to the present world. It also had no feet, and its spine below the waist was split into thin tentacles. A dozen arms were wrapped around its torso, each hand with long, dagger-like claws. Above were three heads, each in a state of anger, pain, and sorrow, and all looked as ferocious as beasts. Behind it was a black, barbed long sword slanting into its spine.

Suddenly, it let out a long wail. The blood-colored mist condensed and converged, turning into a blood-stained cloak, wrapping the distorted body. At the same time, some Flayers' bodies also began to change, turning into Flayer Spectres without a lower body.

My Lord, great Crimson God, your faithful servant Rakzan is always ready to serve.

The massive Rakzan came before Sosiang,趴在地上，深深低下了头颅.

Rakzan, from now on you will be the Wraith Lord. After gathering enough followers, rebuild your dynasty and take revenge on the False King.

Yes, Rakzan obeys.

In contact, Sosiang discovered that, unlike Valghoul, who had already been completely flayed, Rakzan was a "halfway convert," so he was not as "mad" as Valghoul. He seemed more rational, at least he could distinguish who the enemy was, but in some ways he was even more insane than Valghoul, for example, he harbored a deeper hatred for his fellow Necrons. If this hatred had to be described, it would be somewhat similar to the hatred of a traitor who had fallen into Chaos for the Imperium.

Rakzan probably hates the Necrons more than any human or Eldar. His heart is surrounded by a desire and impulse for extermination.

Valghoul was also very surprised. He was clearly a prisoner before, so how did he suddenly become a colleague of equal rank to himself?

He even felt repelled by Rakzan, perhaps feeling that the other party would take away the Crimson God's favor from him, but Sosiang couldn't flare up, so he could only appear very indifferent when they were introduced to each other.

Sosiang also knew that appointing two Lords would cause conflict, especially since Rakzan currently did not have his own territory and dynasty. Staying here in the Bone Dynasty would cause trouble sooner or later. Fortunately, its tomb ship was only dragged down, and due to the sturdiness of the Necron ship, there was no damage, so it could stay in the tomb ship and temporarily be a "nomadic king." Anyway, there were many Necron dynasties in the Ghoul Stars, and with Rakzan's current strength, it would be easy to find a tomb world and seize it.

But Valghoul's "gifts" for Sosiang were more than just these.

When Sosiang saw those things, he was also taken aback.

Lando Goel.

Looking at the thing kneeling at his feet, curled up and shivering, Sosiang almost thought there was something wrong with his eyes.

The red robes were torn and tightly pressed against the bloated body. Flesh and blood stripped from various creatures were intertwined on the red rags, forming a chilling cloak. The fingers originally belonging to humans were cut off, and then crudely transplanted with blades. Sharp stakes were inserted into the back, strung with several hideous heads. Although it was already very blurred, Sosiang could still see some of the symbols remaining on the robes.

This was a Tech-Priest of the Adeptus Mechanicus.

With a wave of his hand, Sosiang picked up the fallen Tech-Priest like he was picking up a small animal.

What came into view was a face pieced together from many different faces, the edges of which could faintly be seen the traces of tearing. It covered a blood-stained metal face. There were four eyes on the human skin mask, all mechanical bionic eyes, with an ominous dark red color.

The moment he met Sosiang's gaze, the Tech-Priest suddenly screamed.

Praise! Lando Goel! Praise!

Sosiang looked at the other party, and the shock in his heart was beyond words. This was the first time he knew that the Flayer Curse could not only infect Necrons!

Excitement and fear of discovering Necron ruins.

The Flayers attacked.

Someone died.

But he escaped alive.

The wreckage of a Flayer.

Decomposition, research.

Curiosity about living metal.

Implanting scattered fragments of living metal into his metal bionics.

Lando Goel.

Lando Goel.

Lando Goel.