coobybook Chapter 391 Battle for the Throne
Chapter 391 Battle for the Throne
**Necropolis - "Eternal Forge"**
Each of Vulcan's hammer blows caused the entire metal planet to tremble slightly.
His obsidian-like skin flowed with veins as thick as lava, and his muscular arms wielded a massive hammer forged from fragments of a star god, smashing it against the living metal suspended in mid-air. Each impact unleashed a blinding green light—the blasphemous fire of a space necromancer fusing ancient technology with the power of a star god.
Dozens of **Necromancer Overlords** surrounded them, their metallic faces expressionless, but the green light in their eye sockets flickered with the rhythm of forging. Higher up, the **Avatar of the King of Silence**—a tall humanoid figure made of liquid metal—silently observed all of this.
"Continue, Primarch." The Necromancer's voice was like the grinding of rusty gears. "The 57,000th tempering, it must be perfect."
Furious flames burned in Vulcan's eyes, but his arm moved uncontrollably, raising the hammer once more. A **binding collar** was locked around his neck; the necromantic phase technology not only suppressed his regenerative abilities but also directly controlled his motor nerves.
“What…are you…building?” Vulcan forced out the words through clenched teeth.
The undead overlords exchanged glances (if those cold, metallic heads could be considered "glances"), and then—
"end."
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In the outer orbit of the metallic planet, a small probe disguised as space debris quietly slips into the atmosphere.
“Life signal confirmed.” Valerian stared at the sensor. “It’s inside the giant structure at the Earth’s core… but the readings are strange, like the Primarch’s spirit frequency is being interfered with by some kind of mechanical wave.”
Russell stood on the teleportation platform, applying a **living metal simulation layer** to his power armor—a reverse-engineered product of necromantic technology brought from Octaris. The fiery brand on his palm emitted a searing, stinging pain.
“That’s not interference.” He adjusted the jammer on his arm armor. “It’s fusion. Vulcan’s power is being drained by the necromancer.”
With a flash of light, the figure of the Imperial Guard Commander disappeared into the teleportation beam.
Vulcan suddenly stopped hammering, feeling a familiar warmth—not the cold green flames of the undead, but the **temperature of human fire**.
The Necromancer immediately sensed the anomaly: "Continue, or activate the pain simulation program."
Just as the restraining collar was about to discharge electricity—
A flash of golden light, and the collar was cleanly severed. Vulcan whirled around and saw a greatsword burning with golden psionic energy cleave the head of the second undead overlord.
"Russell?!"
The figure of the Imperial Guard Commander emerged from the phase disguise, the living metal covering his armor peeling away: "Time is running out, we must—"
An alarm suddenly blared throughout the entire foundry. The silence king's avatar high above abruptly liquefied, transforming into a shower of metallic spikes that hurtled towards the two!
Vulcan instinctively lunged at Russell, taking the blow to the back. The necromancer metal pierced his obsidian skin, but the Primarch's rage finally erupted completely—
“For decades…” He grabbed the metal spike in his chest and pulled it out forcefully. “You’ve forgotten the temper of a fire dragon!”
Lava-like blood dripped onto the ground, instantly vaporizing the adamantite floor. Vulcan roared to the sky, and the **Eternal Flame** that had been suppressed for so long finally erupted from within him, engulfing the entire furnace in an orange-red sea of fire!
……
Russell seized the opportunity to activate the teleportation beacon: "Coordinates locked, move now!"
Vulcan grabbed his shoulder: "Wait! Look at that—"
In the flames at the center of the furnace, a nearly completed double-headed giant axe floats, its surface engraved with both ancient and undead runes.
"They were tempered with my blood..." Vulcan's voice was filled with shock, "Those are weapons capable of slaying gods!"
The true form of the King of Silence finally descended—a metal skeleton a hundred meters tall rose from the ground. With a wave of its hand, the undead metal melted by flames instantly reformed into millions of metal beetles that swarmed towards the two.
Russell immediately initiated a forced teleportation. In the final second before disappearing, he heard the King of Silence's voice pierce his mind:
“Tell the Emperor…his children…were merely vessels created for war…”
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**Reconnaissance ship "Dawn Recaller" - Bridge**
Vulcan's return should have filled the ship with joy, but Russell stood in front of the tactical console, his golden pupils slightly contracted, his fingertips unconsciously tapping the table.
It went too smoothly.
The Necroforge's defenses were practically nonexistent, the Silent King's obstruction seemed more like a performance, and Vulcan's escape... almost as if it had been deliberately allowed.
“My friend,” Vulcan’s voice came from behind, a gentle smile on his obsidian-like face, “what are you doubting?”
Russell did not answer immediately, his gaze falling on the double-headed giant axe that Vulcan had given him—the axe blade flowed with dark green light patterns, ancient holy runes and necromancy technology were perfectly integrated, and just holding it, one could feel a power enough to tear reality apart.
“This weapon…” Russell said slowly, “why didn’t the necromancers stop us from taking it?”
Vulcan's smile froze for a moment: "Perhaps they won't have time to react."
Just then, a piercing alarm blared from the communications station. Valerian jumped to his feet: "Commander! The Lion King's urgent distress signal!"
The holographic projection unfolded, and Ryan Aljonsen's figure flickered amidst static interference. His Imperial Shield was shattered, his power sword was broken in half, and behind him lay the wreckage of the Dark Angel warships falling from the sky.
"The Sotek Dynasty has more than one **World Engine**!" The Lion King's voice boomed amidst the roar of cannons. "They've concealed their main fleet using some kind of phase technology! We've fallen for their trap—"
The screen suddenly switched to a star map, showing the true route of the undead fleet—**heading straight for Terra**.
Even more terrifying, at the edge of the star map, another fleet marked Chaos is leaping out from the Eye of Fear.
Abaddon's sinister laugh seemed to pierce through the void: "Thank you for guiding us, Primarch."
Russell abruptly looked down at the giant axe in his hand. The runes on the axe's surface had all turned blood red, pulsating at a slow but steady rhythm.
“This isn’t a weapon…” Vulcan’s face suddenly turned deathly pale. “It’s a beacon!”
As if to confirm his words, the axe suddenly unleashed an invisible pulse wave. All systems on the reconnaissance ship instantly collapsed, and in the void outside the ship, a subspace rift spanning several astronomical units was forming—
The flagship of the Silent King, the "Eternal Silence," slowly emerged from the rift. Its form was no longer that of a traditional necromancer scythe ship, but rather a floating pyramid, its surface covered with runes identical to those on an axe.
“They used us.” Russell’s voice was icy cold. “Vulcan’s escape, the gift of the axe, even the Lion King’s plea for help… it was all part of the plan.”
Vulcan slammed his fist on the control panel, molten blood seeping from between his fingers: "I've been imprisoned for decades; they implanted control programs within me long ago! Those thoughts of 'resistance'... were all fake!"
A holographic image of the Silent King suddenly appeared in the center of the bridge. It was no longer in the form of a metal skull, but a hybrid clad in the robes of an ancient saint, with its left half being living metal and its right half being flowing psionic matter.
“Thank you, Russell.” Its voice was like the whisper of a thousand souls. “The Emperor’s Royal Guard Commander personally delivered the key to Terra…what a perfect irony.”
The star map refreshed again, revealing a chilling truth—
The Necromancer fleet and the Chaos fleet, though seemingly hostile, are actually forming a pincer movement, and their common objective is clearly:
Earth, the third planet in our solar system.
**Golden Throne**