As we all know, regardless of whether it is fair or not, the signing of any kind of treaty means the establishment of order.
Especially a treaty like the "Agreement on the Peaceful Use of the Webway" with a background of sharing, win-win cooperation, is equivalent to establishing a safe zone in the galaxy that originally followed the law of the jungle of the jungle, and at the same time gave various races and civilizations a place to
A channel for mutual understanding and communication.
This is a great feat that has not been seen since the end of the War in Heaven and the demise of the civilization established by the ancient saints.
Prior to this, neither the previous generation of galactic overlords, the Eldar, nor the current generation of galactic overlords, humans, basically regarded civilizations and races other than their own as "human beings".
The former is about slavery, torture, abuse, and bloody and cruel sacrifices, while the latter is about efficient genocide.
Therefore, throughout the long history of the galaxy, there has never been a public institution similar to a "parliament" or the "United Nations", let alone any so-called order.
The exchanges between most civilizations are basically either wars, conquests, enslavements, annexations, or simply ignoring each other.
This is why the "Greater Good" advocated by the Tau after their rise has attracted the participation of many races and civilizations, and even extremely xenophobic humans can be absorbed and utilized by it.
Because people like them who are willing to give a way for other races and civilizations to survive are really rare and rare.
That extremely powerful ability of tolerance and assimilation is the core and strongest competitiveness of the Titanium civilization.
Unfortunately, they do not have enough strength to support this kind of tolerance and assimilation to the entire galaxy. They can only enclose themselves within the scope of their control, and their scope of influence is very, very limited.
But the "Network Agreement for Peaceful Use" led by Zuo Si is different, its influence spreads almost throughout the galaxy.
Almost no one doubts that this terrifying being who can set the entire subspace on fire would not be able to severely punish those who dare to break the rules.
Not to mention anything else, just the three forces of the Human Empire, the Eldar and the Tau joining forces to enforce the law can already have a deterrent effect.
After all, a monk who can run away cannot run away from the temple.
Even if someone succeeds in robbing some important transport ships because of their wealth, once they are found out later, it will not be as simple as handing over the prisoner, or it may just be an orbital bombardment to plow the entire surface of the planet.
Especially the Human Empire, which is the current overlord of the galaxy, prefers to talk about physics rather than reason.
The Great Expedition of the 30th Millennium was a glorious moment worth remembering for mankind, but it was an outright disaster for other civilizations and races. Thousands of races were just like this in the expedition.
They were wiped out by the attack, and some traces of their existence can only be found in the think tanks of certain legions.
This is just like the Lord of Mankind, to mankind, the leader, the God-Emperor, who fights against the other four evil gods of chaos in the subspace.
But in the eyes of other civilizations, it's basically just the "Fifth Evil God" fighting within himself against the other four evil gods.
So after learning that the "Agreement on the Peaceful Use of the Webway" had been recognized by humans, the Eldar and the Tau, some other relatively small civilizations in the galaxy also sent envoys to express their hope to become a member of it.
After all, the Webway is one of the few ways in the Warhammer Universe that can escape the interference of subspace and achieve faster-than-light travel, and it is also the easiest to achieve technically.
In this regard, Zuo Si basically accepts all comers.
Soon, the number of civilizations that joined the "Peaceful Use of the Webway Agreement" exceeded tens of thousands.
In order to avoid unnecessary misunderstandings, these people also set up embassies and coordination agencies in this originally dark city to avoid unnecessary misunderstandings.
Unknowingly, the first efficient communication mechanism between different civilizations and races in the galaxy was established out of thin air.
At first, no one knew what Zuo Si meant by doing this, but as time goes by, they will gradually develop and the battles and wars within the galaxy will become less and less, and the original chaos will gradually be replaced by order.
When an effective communication mechanism is established, there will be no mutual suspicion like the Black Forest Law.
Even if a war breaks out, a certain bottom line will be adhered to, rather than rushing to end the other side's civilization and genocide from the beginning.
Because when the victorious party can receive massive war compensation from the defeated party, anyone with any brains will not choose to kill them all, but will choose to turn them into their own vassals and economic colonies, squeezing resources and labor force bit by bit.
Although this is still quite cruel in the eyes of many people, it is already a great improvement compared to the previous situation.
The most important thing is that everything in the real universe will affect the subspace and form a projection.
This also means that when order replaces chaos as the dominant force in the real universe, the chaotic forces in subspace will inevitably begin to weaken, and the order represented by Jaina, the God of Death, will continue to be strengthened.
Under the ebb and flow of one situation and another, the situation in the entire Warhammer universe will slowly get rid of its original dark and desperate background and begin to become normal.
In other words, Zuo Si is actually digging out the roots of the subspace Chaos Evil God step by step through some seemingly inconspicuous actions.
As the saying goes, the Lord of Humanity is responsible for treating the symptoms, and he is responsible for curing the root cause. The two of them worked together to directly make the evil god of subspace into a specimen.
In fact, conceptual evil gods such as Slaanesh, Tzeentch, Khorne and Nurgle are not scary, at least not as scary as people imagine.
Because they don’t even have true self-awareness, they are completely driven by distorted abstract instincts to do what they are interested in, and they don’t even think about the future and the series of serious consequences it may cause.
And when the biological thoughts of the real universe begin to change in large numbers, these conceptual gods will also undergo earth-shaking changes.
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As long as he can firmly control the real universe, the other party will always be trapped in a quagmire of weakness, unable to extricate himself.
This is either a conspiracy or a conspiracy, it is an outright conspiracy.
As for Tzeentch, who is best at causing destruction from within, he can't even make a splash in front of Shimmer Oil and New Phyrexia's creations.
When the Milky Way as a whole remains stable and the survival of ordinary people is guaranteed to a minimum, the ridiculous subspace will no longer be a threat, but a huge treasure that can be developed in depth.
However, this takes a long time and cycle to achieve.
Therefore, Zuo Si is currently just advancing in an orderly manner and is not in a hurry to get results in a short time.
Moreover, he himself did not interfere too much with the institutions established around the "Peaceful Use of Network Channel Agreement", but allowed them to develop on their own.
About three days later, a New Phyrexia fleet built by Shimmer Oil quietly arrived at the outermost edge of the southern part of the galaxy.
To be precise, this place is no longer part of the Milky Way.
Because except for the weird sphere floating in the distance, there are no planets or star systems around at all.
Moreover, this thing exuded a creepy aura, even from such a distance, it challenged the sanity of many Astartes and even the Custodes who came to watch the battle with Robert Guilliman on the ship.
Some people with weak willpower even go crazy out of control, self-mutilate, and commit suicide.
If they hadn't seen that horrifying sight with their own eyes, no one would believe it.
"Damn it!
This thing is really evil!
Its volume is almost more than 3,200 times the size of Holy Terra, but it has an almost infinite albedo.
Its structure is more like a Dyson sphere structure than a physical planet.
The interior is filled with inverted and curled spaces that violate all physics and geometry.
Anyone who enters will never escape alive."
A Mechanicus priest who had never had any mood swings fell into uncontrollable excitement and fear after reading the information sent back by the detector.
Not only him, but also the other oil guys from the Cult of Mechanicus present had similar reactions.
Only the great sage responsible for leading the team, Belisarius Caul, remained calm and silently watched the huge projection on the screen.
No one knew what he was thinking at the moment, let alone what thoughts he had about this extraordinary battle.
But what is certain is that Belisarius Caul is definitely different from those ordinary mechanical priests.
He understands what the Star Gods are and what kind of powerful power these living gods possess.
"Are you sure you want to fight something like this?"
Robert Guilliman asked in an uncertain tone.
Zuo Si smiled and nodded: "Yes.
I have made countless preparations for this day.
He even built a super weapon capable of destroying the entire galaxy.
Just watch, when I win and return, it will be the moment I become the master of the real universe.
By then, neither the Necron nor the Tyranids will be any threat.
Under my guidance, this universe will be reborn from the darkness and despair of the past."
"But what if you lose?
Without your suppression, Jaina, the goddess of death, simply cannot fight against the other three evil gods of chaos at the same time.
And I heard that Nurgle is already showing signs of resurrection.
I think it's better to wait.
After all, the current situation is more favorable to us."
Robert Guilliman frowned subconsciously.
He is obviously a person who hates taking risks and prefers stability. It is certainly impossible for him to support such an extremely dangerous move.
You must know that it was not easy for the human empire to make some progress.
He didn't want this good momentum to end because of Zuo Si's fall.
"lose?
How could I lose.
What's more, this body was originally an incarnation created with shimmering oil.
Even if it disintegrates, the worst thing is to build another one.
Perhaps the only loss is that the embedded Star God fragments will fall into the hands of the enemy."
With that said, Zuo Si slowly stood up from his throne.
His move immediately caused a commotion among the psychic followers around him.
The elderly woman at the head stood up and asked cautiously: "Great master, do you need our support?"
"You? Hahahaha!" Zuo Si laughed and shook his head. "No, no need. Your pitiful power can't even distract the Star God, so don't die in vain. The only thing in this universe that can help
There is only one psyker who has come to me, and that is the Master of Mankind who is qualified to become the next god of the warp."
"But our existence is to sacrifice our lives for you one day. For this day, we try our best to learn and exercise in an almost masochistic way."
The old woman took off her hood to reveal a slightly older face, but her eyes shone with a spiritual light that could frighten the black ships of the Tribunal.
As the most elite psyker among humans, she can shatter planets with just a thought, or set off a warp storm that could affect an entire star system.
Even those legions of Astartes who have taken refuge in the forces of Chaos are no more than ants that can be crushed to death in front of such psykers.
And there are as many as two thousand people like her on this battleship.
A small number of them awakened within the scope of Zuo Si's rule and were sent over for professional training, but more of them came from the sphere of influence of the Human Empire and tasted a lot of non-human torture, abuse, and imprisonment. Most of them were
Almost died in the pursuit of the Sisters of Silence.
It is not difficult to see from the eyes of the psykers present that they either completely ignored Robert Guilliman, the Imperial Regent, or were filled with resentment, that they did not have the slightest favorable impression of the Human Empire at all.
On the contrary, he was full of fanatical admiration and worship for Zuo Si, the "god" who gave him new life and strength, and even felt that the only value of living was to die for him one day.
"Haha, dear Amansha, I am not training you to let you die, but to let you establish a safe and systematic theory of psychic energy through continuous attempts so that humans can better utilize subspace.
Strength, and eventually grow into a complete psychic race."
Zuo Si stretched out his hand and gently touched the wrinkled old skin on the other person's face.
"Sorry, my willfulness has made you feel embarrassed."
This move instantly made the old man named Amansha feel as if he had returned to the day when the two met for the first time decades ago.
But at that time, she was only a fourteen-year-old girl with terrible wounds and scars all over her body.
For her, the Zuo Si in front of her was not only an object of worship, but also played the role of "father", bringing a glimmer of light and warmth to her originally dark and despairing life.
The reason why she studies hard in an almost masochistic way is so that she can select outstanding students, and then meet Zuo Si once a week to hear a few words of praise.
"Okay, don't be so sentimental. It's not difficult to extend your life with your spiritual energy level. We will still have a long life in the future."
Like a father to his daughter, Zuo Si smoothed the long gray hair of the woman who had followed him for almost his whole life, and then he flashed out of the battleship and entered the cold and dark space.
"well--"
Seeing that the dissuasion was ineffective, Robert Guilliman couldn't help but sigh slightly.
Just when he wanted to turn around and ask Vashtor not far away for more details, Wa Banxian suddenly controlled the battleship and began to retreat at sub-light speed.
"What are you doing?"
The imperial regent asked with a puzzled look.
Vashtor replied without thinking: "To ensure our safety. The distance just now was too close. I'm afraid that the next battle will affect everyone on this battleship."
"But we are five hundred billion kilometers away from any planet!"
Robert Guilliman raised his eyebrows in disbelief.
"Believe me, if you want to ensure that you are not affected, at least five light years is a relatively safe range. At least you can have time to react when you encounter danger."
As someone who has witnessed the power of super weapons with his own eyes, Vashtor obviously didn't bother to explain too much to these frogs in the well, and continued to control the spacecraft to retreat until he could no longer see with the naked eye what the "outsider" Saranoga had transformed into.
Huge sphere.
"Five light years? Is it because of some super weapons?"
Belisarius Cawl instantly grasped the key to the problem.
As the current top expert in scientific research in the Human Empire, he is obviously keenly aware of something.
Vashtor smiled and replied: "Don't worry, you will understand later. Ah! Look, the Necrons' spaceship is here too."
As he spoke, he pointed at a flash of green light on the right side of the New Phyrexia battleship.
In less than two or three minutes, more and more Necron warships appeared one after another, and in less than five minutes they densely occupied the endless dark space.
In particular, the large number of super giant battleships carrying disintegration rays and high-energy particle weapons directly made all the top leaders of the Human Empire, including Robert Guilliman, feel numb.
Because they have truly experienced how advanced the technology of the Necron is.
To describe it in a simpler way, the fleet of the Human Empire has no power to fight back in the face of these super civilizations that won the battle in heaven, eliminated the ancient saints, and destroyed the sealed star gods.
A light cruiser of Figure King Trazin can defeat a battleship formation of the entire human empire, and it can also control the intensity of the war to ensure that it paralyzes the opponent instead of destroying it.
Yes, you are not mistaken.
In the face of the real Necron overlord, the human empire's fleet is basically no different from a toy.
And with only a few battleships, the Necrons can blast an unprotected tomb world into atoms, while the Human Empire needs to launch multiple rounds of cyclone torpedo salvos to barely reach the level of destruction.
In addition, it was like a nova cannon hitting the Necron battleship, erupting with a dazzling light like a star. After everything calmed down, the humans found that only some burnt marks were left on the surface of the enemy ship, even the protective armor.
The appearance has not changed much.
On the contrary, the most powerful battleship of the Human Empire was broken into two pieces on the spot just by being hit by the Necron's Gauss ray.
Even the weapons of the latter's small frigates can easily destroy the former's heavy cruisers.
These are just a few of the many records of battles between the Human Empire and the Necrons.
So let alone the appearance of a terrifying fleet cluster like now, even the appearance of a few main warships can make the entire human empire's top brass tremble with fear.
If the two sides start a full-scale war in space, it won't take long for the huge navy of the human empire to be completely annihilated.
The connections between the various star regions will also be completely cut off and reduced to ants at the mercy of others.
Because whether it is weapons or protective capabilities, the Necrons have a terrifying generation gap with the human empire.
Although it may not be as effective as nuclear weapons against primitive people, hot weapons are definitely effective against cold weapons.
"How come these Necrons have such a large fleet? Why have we never discovered them before?"
The expression on Robert Guilliman's face became extremely ugly.
You must know that based on the information previously obtained from Belisarius Caul and the Imperial Intelligence Department, he unanimously believed that the number of Necrons was not very large, at least not posing a substantial threat to humanity.
But now it seems that this judgment is not only wrong, but also outrageously wrong.
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"Maybe……
They have been sleeping in the tomb world before.
This time, because the Star God was involved, so many battleships were dispatched.
In short, we should reconsider how to face them."
Belisarius Call's tone was obviously filled with a hint of nervousness and anxiety.
After all, he had in-depth exchanges with Necron overlords like Trazin, and even obtained a black stone obelisk to suppress the power of subspace, so he understood how incredible the technology the other party mastered was.
Although he has been conducting research since then, he has not found a recognized method to restrain or even counterattack.
It can even be said that he still doesn't understand the operating principle and production materials of the obelisk.
How many Necrons are there in the galaxy?
Why have they been sleeping and not brought the galaxy under their control again?
What is the attitude of these terrifying alien civilizations towards humans?
Robert Guilliman couldn't help but ask several key questions in his heart.
The feeling of suddenly finding a tiger sleeping next to the bed was simply terrible.
He originally planned to wait until the two threats of the orcs and the zerg were dealt with, then he could concentrate on internal reforms, find a way to abolish the state religion and re-implement the imperial truth, so that everything would be on track in the 30th millennium.
But now it seems that reform is nothing!
Let's continue to use force to build up our military strength.
Otherwise, facing a full-scale attack by the Necrons, the human empire might not be able to survive even one round.
Just when the Primarch was worried about how to deal with this sudden and deadly threat, far away on the Tomb-class tomb ship of the Necron, the figure king Trazin was standing next to the Silent King Szarak, looking very familiar.
He asked with interest: "How high do you think Soth's success rate is?",
"I don't know. But what is certain is that if he fails, then the outsider Saranoga may wake up from his self-isolation and regain consciousness. This may lead to the worst situation we have to face."
There was a hint of worry in Szarak's tone.
Because although the super weapon he used to tear apart the Star God was not unusable, it had already become very fragile due to excessive use in the past, and it might be completely scrapped the next time it was launched.
If Saranoga cannot be killed by then, the entire Necrons may have to face revenge from the Star Gods.
Those star gods who were torn into pieces will also merge and wake up one by one.
"Do you need me to talk to him?"
Trazin tried in an uncertain tone.
Szalac obviously hesitated, but finally shook his head: "No, no need. Because a being like him will not listen to outsiders' advice at all. What's more, I also want to see whether he is better than the Star God.
More powerful."
"So according to your wishes we just stand here and watch?"
Trazin touched his metal chin and made a very human gesture.
He learned this from a human collectible, and felt that this would make him more like a living being, rather than an intelligent machine controlled by data.
Especially after being able to briefly gain the feeling of having a soul through potions, many high-level Necrons began to become full of vitality, instead of being as lifeless as before.
This obviously made Trazin feel very happy and relieved.
Szarak continued to ask expressionlessly: "Otherwise? Do you still plan to participate in it? You must know that ordinary weapons are of little use against creatures like the Star God."
"No, I mean..."
Before Trazin could say anything, he suddenly noticed the solitary oil battleship docked in space not far away, as well as his "old friend" Robert Guilliman standing in the bridge of the command room, as well as the few people who could
The "young" junior Belisarius Caul makes himself want to talk.
With the advanced technology of the Necron, things like this kind of seeing through the members inside the ship are simply a piece of cake.
"What's wrong with you?"
The Silent King obviously noticed the reaction of the "living treasures" in this group.
Trazin hurriedly smiled and explained: "I found two very interesting humans. If you don't mind, I would like to go over and meet them now and say hello."
"Okay, go ahead, as long as you don't embarrass us Necrons. Remember, you are an overlord."
Szarak couldn't help but remind him.
Because he had heard too many bad things about this compatriot.
Especially the weird collecting habit and kleptomania, which simply makes the King of Silence, who respects tradition and honor, feel ashamed.
"Understood. Please don't worry, I know what's appropriate."
A mischievous smile appeared on Trazin's face, and then without saying a word, he got into a small shuttle and flew straight in the direction of the Shimmering Oil Battleship.
Since the distance between the two parties was not far, Vashtor received the boarding application in about ten seconds.
In response to this, Wa Banxian's first reaction was to order his men to hide everything that might be targeted by the opponent, and then opened the hatch to allow the small shuttle to enter.
After all, he would never forget how many valuable treasures the Necron overlord had stolen from him.
It’s the so-called fire-proof, theft-proof figure king.
In the entire Warhammer universe and the galaxy, apart from the famous "Blood Ravens Chapter", there is probably no other organization or individual that can compete with Trazin for the title of "Holy Thief".
"Ah! Long time no see, my dear friend, you are looking much better now."
As soon as Trazin walked out of the hatch, she immediately opened her arms and gave Vashtor a warm hug.
Although the latter showed very strong resistance and even wanted to push it away.
Because this guy actually wanted to remove some parts from his body and take them away as souvenirs and collections.
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It's a pity that this guy didn't succeed this time.
The reason is simple. Vashtor quantizes all touched parts of his body, using this method to prevent his body parts from being removed.
The two cold mechanical bodies hugged each other and fought openly and secretly with each other for several minutes, until Robert Guilliman couldn't stand it anymore and coughed hard twice before interrupting.
"Ahem... you two, it seems that your hug lasted a little too long."
Seeing that his little idea was revealed, Trazin could only reluctantly let go of his hand and stared at the regent of the Human Empire with a creepy and excited look.
You don't need to ask to know that his collecting habit has recurred again.
After all, Robert Guilliman is currently the only pure Primarch that has not been contaminated by the Evil God of Chaos.
Even if you can't take away the whole person, it would be good to collect some hair, blood and other genetic things and bring them back for cloning.
Robert Guilliman was obviously a little embarrassed by the sight. He began to feel uncomfortable all over his body, and even subconsciously wanted to cover his buttocks.
Fortunately, this scary look quickly subsided.
Trazin took the initiative to take a few steps forward and greeted with a wide smile: "Hello, His Excellency Robert Guilliman, the Regent of the Human Empire. Although this is our first meeting, I want to
Neither you nor I are strangers to you."
"Are you the Necron who told Belisarius Caul the secret of the obelisk?"
Robert Guilliman probed cautiously.
Because he has always advocated rationality and could not figure out what purpose the guy in front of him wanted to achieve behind his chaotic behavior.
Or maybe the other party is simply passing boring time?
"Yes, it's me.
In fact, you don't need to be so nervous.
Because from my personal standpoint, I actually have a good impression of you humans.
Even if one day the entire Necrons declare war on the human empire under the leadership of the Silent King, I will try my best to preserve human civilization within the scope of my rule so that they can continue to continue and develop."
When he said these words, Trazin's tone was extremely serious, as if he was giving some kind of promise and guarantee.
But to the humans present, it sounded extremely harsh.
Especially the Primarch, who possesses a super brain, immediately realized what the Necron's true attitude towards humans was.
Basically, it’s not much different from how humans treat pets.
This is absolutely an intolerable insult to an empire where the idea of human supremacy is rampant.
Just as the atmosphere at the scene began to become more and more dull and tense, and some of the accompanying Astartes and Imperial Guardsmen had already drawn their swords to kill this bastard who dared to offend human dignity, the sudden and dazzling force was far more powerful.
The light instantly attracted everyone's attention.
Because that direction happens to be the location of the only complete Star God.
There is no doubt that the battle between the oil incarnation of Zuo Sishuo and the outsider Saranoga has finally begun.
Since there is no medium in the vacuum of the universe to transmit sound, everyone present can hear nothing. The only thing that can be seen is the light formed by the explosion caused by the continuous collision of energy beyond the critical point.
In addition, there are gamma ray bursts, gravity, gravity and other data that cannot be directly observed detected by various instruments.
That terrifying force almost turned the center of the field into a supermassive black hole.
If it weren't for the fact that there was nothing within dozens of light-years around it, countless stars and planets would have been sucked into it by now, triggering an even more violent reaction.
"Oh my god! This...is this the power of the Star God?"
A mechanical priest stared with wide eyes at the various numbers given on the instrument, as well as the bright and spectacular light that was brighter and more spectacular than the explosion of any star to form a supernova, and he became crazy.
The strength of both warring parties was far beyond what he and even the entire human empire could comprehend.
Although Saranoga still did not return to its original appearance, and instead tried to swallow Zuo Si in with that huge sphere, its power to distort the rules of physics could already be clearly observed.
The most typical example is the abnormal gravitational waves within a radius of two to three light years.
All space battleships must start their engines at full strength to ensure that they are not pulled in.
What's even more frightening is that Zuo Si's attack also distorts the rules of physics, and even controls various forces including gravity, gravity, friction, strong interaction, and weak interaction to dismantle this huge star god from the inside.
.
A Necron warship that might have wanted to get closer for reconnaissance just got a little closer when it was crushed alive by an invisible force.
That is a heavy battleship built with the most advanced Necron technology!
One fleet is enough to destroy several human empire fleets!
But in front of a truly strong person, it is as fragile as paper and breaks into pieces at the slightest touch.
And it is not a general explosion or fragmentation, but it is broken down into even smaller particles that are countless times smaller than atoms.
These substances are all absorbed by the incarnation of Shuoyou and become part of its body in less than a microsecond.
Not only that, Zuo Si was also trying to capture the opponent's spherical body, which was more than 3,200 times larger than the earth.
However, the Star God is indeed the top life form in the Warhammer universe, and several attempts have failed.
Not only is it unable to capture any energy or material, even the infection from the shining oil is completely ineffective.
"Eat! Eat! Eat! I'm going to eat you!"
A kind of crazy mental shock, like whispering in the ears, kept echoing in Zuo Si's ears.
Obviously, this is some kind of signal sent by Saranoga.
As in the legend, he went completely crazy after devouring too many of his kind.
Any creature that comes close will also accidentally receive this signal and then follow him crazy.
This is why all ships encounter unexpected situations when approaching this area.
Even the Tyranids' army that invaded the galaxy was no exception and had no choice but to go around in the end.
"Saranoga! Can you hear me?"
Zuo Si tried to communicate with this star god.
"Who is Saranoga? No! I am not Saranoga! I am Mor! I am Saraku! I am Rangel! I am hungry! I want to eat! I want to devour your soul!"
The crazy voice of the Star God was like a thunderclap, instantly causing violent vibrations and ripples within a radius of several light years.
That power that transcended all physical rules disintegrated thousands of Necron battleships into atoms in an instant!
Before that, all the Necrons inside exploded from the inside first, and some even pounced on the same kind to eat the activated metal on each other.
In front of the truly complete Star God, these victors who have won the battle in heaven are no different from ants.
Even an overlord with great power can lose his mind and become a complete madman in an instant.
"He is still as powerful as before..."
Szarak's eyes flashed with a frightening green light, and his voice was filled with hatred.
Because it was these guys who deceived themselves into giving up their souls to the entire race, and ended up in this half-dead state now, suffering pain and suffering every day.
"Great King of Silence, do you need us to use that weapon?
If used now, perhaps Saranoga and the mysterious Soth can be killed together.
In this way, our plan to regain control of the entire galaxy will be hindered in any way."
A French emperor made a serious suggestion.
But Szarak waved his hand: "No, it's not time yet.
And I'm not sure if doing this will actually solve Soth.
After all, that thing called shimmering oil is too dangerous and can completely infect and control a dynasty in a very short time.
I don’t want to provoke such a formidable enemy until a solution is found, at least not at this stage.”
"In this case, please order our fleet to stay a little further away. Otherwise, if this continues, the scope of the battle will inevitably become larger and larger."
Another Pharaoh showed a clearly worried expression.
You must know that during the slumber period, the tomb world of the Necron is basically in a completely static state.
Especially for large warships, if one is destroyed, one will be lost, and there will be no effective replacement in a short period of time.
Szarak nodded slightly: "Okay. Order the rest of the fleet to retreat, but I want to stay here and wait for the final result. If Soth loses, it will be our turn. I will never allow any
The C'tan once again threaten our race and civilization."
"As you wish, great King of Silence."
The two French emperors immediately put their hands on their chests and bowed to the last orthodox ruler.
Soon, under their orders, the green-lit warships began to retreat in a farther direction to avoid becoming victims of the aftermath of the battle.
Only some drone-like detectors are still lingering nearby.