As we all know, whether fair or not, the signing of any treaty means the establishment of order.
In particular, a treaty like the "Agreement on the Peaceful Uses of the Internet" which carries the spirit of sharing, cooperation and win-win is equivalent to establishing a safe zone in the Milky Way, which originally follows the law of the jungle where the strong prey on the weak. At the same time, it provides a channel for different races and civilizations to understand and communicate with each other.
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 Ancients.
Before this, neither the Eldar, the previous generation of galactic overlords, nor the humans, the current galactic overlords, basically regarded civilizations and races other than their own as "people".
The former involves slavery, torture, abuse, and bloody and cruel sacrifices, while the latter involves efficient genocide.
Therefore, throughout the long history of the Milky Way, there has never been a public institution like a "Parliament" or a "United Nations", let alone any so-called order.
Most of the exchanges between civilizations are basically either war, conquest, slavery, or annexation, or they just ignore each other and do not interfere with each other.
This is also why the "Greater Good" advocated by the Tau after their rise attracted many races and civilizations to join, and even the extremely xenophobic humans were absorbed and utilized by them.
Because people like them who are willing to give a chance to live to races and civilizations other than their own are so rare and so precious.
That extremely powerful inclusiveness and assimilation ability is the core and most powerful competitive advantage of Titanium civilization.
It's a pity that they don't have enough strength to support the spread of this tolerance and assimilation to the entire galaxy. They can only develop within the scope of their own control, and the scope of their influence is very, very limited.
But the "Agreement on the Peaceful Use of the Internet" led by Zuo Si is different. Its influence covers almost the entire galaxy.
Almost no one would doubt that this terrifying existence that can burn the entire subspace would be incapable of severely punishing those who dared to break the rules.
Apart from anything else, the joint law enforcement efforts of the three forces of the Human Empire, the Eldar and the Tau would have a deterrent effect.
After all, the monk can run away but the temple cannot.
Even if someone is tempted by money and successfully robs some important transport ships, once they are discovered afterwards, the consequences will not be as simple as handing over the prisoners. They may even be subjected to orbital bombardment to plow the entire surface of the planet.
Especially the human empire, as the current overlord of the galaxy, they prefer to talk about physics rather than reason.
The Great Crusade of the 30th millennium was a glorious moment worth remembering for mankind, but it was an absolute disaster for other civilizations and races. Thousands of races were wiped out by the expeditionary forces, and only in the think tanks of certain legions could some traces of their existence be found.
It is just like the Lord of Mankind is the leader and God-Emperor of mankind against the other four Chaos Evil Gods in the Warp.
But in the eyes of other civilizations, it is basically just the "Fifth Evil God" fighting with 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 smaller civilizations in the galaxy also sent envoys to express their hope to become a part of it.
After all, the Webway is one of the few ways in the Warhammer universe that can escape the interference of the Warp and achieve faster-than-light travel. It is also the easiest to achieve technically.
Zuo Si basically accepted everyone who came to him.
Soon, the number of civilizations that joined the Agreement on the Peaceful Use of the Internet 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's intention was, but as time went by, the conflicts and wars within the galaxy would gradually develop and become less and less, and the original chaos would gradually be replaced by order.
Once an effective communication mechanism is established, the mutual suspicion of the Black Forest Law will not occur.
Even if a war breaks out, certain bottom lines will be observed, rather than aiming to end the other side's civilization and cause genocide from the very beginning.
Because when the victorious party can obtain a huge amount of war reparations from the defeated party, anyone with a little bit of common sense will not choose to kill the defeated party, but will choose to turn it into its own vassal and economic colony, and exploit its resources and labor bit by bit.
Although this is still quite cruel in the eyes of many people, it is a huge improvement compared to the previous situation.
Most importantly, everything in the real universe will affect the subspace and form a projection.
This means that when order replaces chaos as the dominant force in the real universe, the chaotic forces in the war will inevitably begin to weaken, and the order represented by the goddess of death Jaina will continue to be strengthened.
As this situation grows, the situation in the entire Warhammer universe will slowly shed its original undertone of darkness and despair and begin to return to normal.
In other words, Zuo Si is actually digging out the roots of the Chaos Evil God of the Subspace step by step through some seemingly insignificant actions.
As the saying goes, the Lord of Mankind is responsible for treating the symptoms, and he is responsible for treating the root cause. The two of them worked together to turn the evil god of the 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 real self-awareness, they are completely driven by distorted abstract instincts to do things that interest them, and they don't consider the future or the series of serious consequences that may be caused.
Moreover, when the biological thoughts of the real universe begin to change in large numbers, these conceptual gods will also undergo earth-shaking changes.
At least in Zuo Si's eyes, the other party was just a slave to his beliefs, emotions and thoughts, and was not worthy of being his opponent at all.
As long as he can firmly control the real universe, the opponent will always be trapped in the quagmire of continuous weakness and unable to extricate themselves.
This is not some conspiracy, it is an open and aboveboard plot.
As for Tzeentch, who was best at wreaking havoc from within, he couldn't even make a splash in front of the Shock Oil and the New Phyrexian creations.
When the Milky Way remains stable as a whole and the survival of ordinary people is guaranteed to a minimum extent, the dreaded subspace will no longer be a threat, but a huge treasure that can be deeply developed.
However, this requires 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 period of time.
Moreover, he did not interfere too much in the institutions established around the Agreement on the Peaceful Uses of the Internet, but allowed them to develop on their own.
About three days later, a new Phyrexian fleet built with shining oil quietly arrived at the outermost part of the southern part of the Milky Way.
To be precise, this place can no longer be considered part of the Milky Way.
Because apart from that strange sphere floating in the distance, there are no planets or star systems around.
Moreover, this thing exuded a creepy aura, and even from such a long distance it challenged the sanity of many Astartes and even the Custodes who came to watch the battle on the spaceship with Robert Guilliman.
Some people with weaker willpower even go crazy, self-harm, and commit suicide uncontrollably.
If no one had seen the horrifying scene with their own eyes, I'm afraid no one would have believed it.
"Damn! This thing is so weird!
It is approximately three thousand two hundred times larger than Holy Terra, but has a nearly infinite albedo.
Its structure is more like a Dyson sphere structure than a physical planet.
The interior is filled with inverted, curled spaces that violate all physics and geometry.
Anyone who enters will never want to escape alive."
A Mechanicus priest who usually had no emotional fluctuations fell into uncontrollable excitement and fear after reading the information sent back by the probe.
Not only him, but other Mechanicus mechanics present had similar reactions.
Only the great sage who led the team, Belisarius Cawl, remained calm and silently stared at the huge projection on the screen.
No one knew what he was thinking at the moment, let alone what he thought about this extraordinary battle.
But what is certain is that Belisarius Cawl is definitely different from those ordinary mechanical priests.
He understood what the Star Gods were, and he also knew what powerful forces these gods of the present world wielded.
"Are you sure you want to fight something like this?"
Robert Guilliman asked in an uncertain tone.
Zuo Si smiled and nodded: "Yes.
I made countless preparations for this day.
Even created a super weapon capable of destroying the entire galaxy.
Just wait and see, when I return victorious, that will be the moment I become the master of the real universe.
Neither the Necrons nor the Tyranids will then 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, the Death Goddess Jaina alone cannot fight against the other three Chaos Gods at the same time.
And I heard that Nurgle is 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 playing it safe. He would definitely not support such a highly dangerous action.
You know, the human empire has finally started to make some progress.
He didn't want this good momentum to end with Zuo Si's death.
"lose?
How could I lose?
What's more, this body was originally an incarnation created with sparkling oil.
Even if it collapses, the worst that can happen is that you can just create another one.
Perhaps the only loss would be the embedded C'tan shard falling into enemy hands."
As he spoke, Zuo Si slowly stood up from his own throne.
His action immediately caused a commotion among the psychic followers around him.
The elderly woman in the lead stepped forward and asked cautiously, "Great Master, do you need our support?"
"You guys? Hahaha!" Zuo Si laughed and shook his head. "No, there's no need. Your pitiful power can't even distract the Star God, so don't die in vain. There is only one psychic in this universe who can help me, and that is the Lord of Humanity who is qualified to become the next god of the Warp."
"But we exist so that we can sacrifice our lives for you one day. For this day, we do our best to learn and train in a way that is almost self-torturing."
The old woman took off her hood to reveal a slightly aged face, but her eyes were flickering with a psychic light that was enough to terrify the Inquisition's black ship.
As the most advanced 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 Astartes Legions that defected to the forces of Chaos were no more than ants that could be easily crushed to death in front of this kind of psychic.
And there are as many as two thousand people like her on this battleship.
A small number of them awakened within the area ruled by Zuo Si and were sent here for professional training, but more of them came from the sphere of influence of the Human Empire and suffered a lot of inhuman torture, abuse, and imprisonment. Most of them almost died in the pursuit of the Sisters of Silence.
It is not difficult to see from the psychics present who either completely ignored or looked at the Imperial Regent Robert Guilliman with resentment that they did not have the slightest good impression towards the Human Empire.
Instead, 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 die, but to let you establish a safe and systematic psychic theory through continuous attempts, so that humans can better utilize the power of the subspace and eventually grow into a thorough psychic race."
Zuo Si reached out his hand and gently stroked the wrinkled old skin on the other person's face.
"I'm sorry that my willfulness has caused you trouble."
This action instantly made the old man called Amansha feel as if he had returned to the day when the two first met decades ago.
But at that time she was just a fourteen-year-old girl with terrible wounds and scars all over her body.
For her, Zuo Si in front of her was not only an object of admiration, but also played the role of "father", bringing a glimmer of light and warmth to her originally dark and desperate life.
The reason why she studied so hard in an almost self-abuse way was to be selected as an outstanding student, and then meet Zuo Si once a week to hear some words of praise.
"Well, don't be so sentimental. With your psychic power level, it's not difficult to extend your life. We still have a long time to live."
Zuo Si smoothed the long gray hair of the woman who had followed him for almost his entire life, just like a father would treat his daughter. Then he flashed out of the battleship and entered the cold and dark space.
"well--"
Seeing that his persuasion 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 took control of the warship and began to retreat at sub-light speed.
"What are you doing?"
The Imperial Regent asked with a puzzled look on his face.
Vashtor answered without hesitation: "To ensure our safety. The distance just now was too close. I am afraid that the next battle will affect everyone on this battleship."
"But we are 500 trillion kilometers away from that planet!"
Roboute Guilliman raised an eyebrow in disbelief.
"Believe me, if you want to ensure that you will not be affected, at least five light years is a relatively safe range. At least you will have time to react when you encounter danger."
As someone who had witnessed the power of super weapons with his own eyes, Vashtor was obviously too lazy to explain too much to these frogs in the well. He continued to control the spacecraft to retreat until he could no longer see the huge sphere that the "outsider" Saranoga had transformed into with the naked eye.
"Five light years? Is it because of some super weapon?"
Belisarius Cole instantly grasped the crux of the problem.
As the top expert in the field of scientific research in the human empire today, he obviously sensed something keenly.
Vashtor smiled and replied, "Don't worry, you will understand in a moment. Ah! Look, the Necrons' ships are coming too."
As he spoke, he pointed to a flash of green light on the right side of the New Phyrexian warship.
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 decomposition rays and high-energy particle weapons made all the high-ranking officials of the human empire, including Robert Guilliman, feel scalp tingling.
Because they have truly experienced how advanced the Necrons' technology is.
To put it in a more understandable way, the fleet of the Human Empire had no power to fight back at all against these super civilizations that won the War of Heaven, annihilated the Ancient Saints, and destroyed the Sealed Star Gods.
A light cruiser of the Figure King Tarazin can defeat a fleet of warships of the entire human empire, and it can also control the intensity of the war to ensure that the enemy is paralyzed rather than destroyed.
Yes, you read that right.
In front of the true Necron overlord, the fleet of the Human Empire is basically no different from a toy.
And with only a few ships, the Necrons can blast an unprotected Tomb World into atomic form, while the Imperium of Mankind would need to unleash multiple salvos of Cyclone torpedoes to barely achieve the level of destruction.
In addition, the Nova Cannon fired at the Necron warship, emitting a dazzling light like a star. However, after everything subsided, the human side discovered that only some burnt marks were left on the surface of the enemy's hull, and even the appearance of the protective armor had not changed much.
On the other hand, the strongest battleship of the Human Empire was broken into two pieces on the spot by just being hit by the Gauss rays of the Necrons.
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 the Imperium of Man's encounters with the Necrons.
So let alone the appearance of a fleet cluster of such a terrifying scale as the current one, even the appearance of a few main battleships would be enough to make the top leaders of the entire human empire tremble with fear.
If the two sides go to war in space, it won't be long before the human empire's huge navy is wiped out.
The connections between various star regions will be completely cut off, and they will become ants to be slaughtered at will.
Because whether in terms of weapons or defensive capabilities, the Necrons have a terrifying generation gap with the Human Empire.
Although it may not have reached the level of nuclear weapons against primitive people, hot weapons have definitely reached the level of cold weapons against cold weapons.
"How do these Necrons have so many fleets? How come we've never seen them before?"
You know, based on the information previously obtained from Belisarius Cawl and the Imperial Intelligence Department, he agreed that the number of Necrons was not large, at least they could not pose much of a threat to humans in reality.
But now it seems that this judgment is not only wrong, but also extremely wrong.
These ancient civilizations are capable of not only destroying the entire human empire, but also starting a war to reunite the galaxy.
"Maybe...
They had been sleeping in the tomb world before.
This time, because the Star God is involved, so many warships were dispatched.
In short, we should reconsider how to deal with them."
There was a hint of nervousness and anxiety in Belisarius Caul's tone.
After all, he had in-depth exchanges with Necron overlords like Trazyn, and even obtained the Blackstone Obelisk to suppress the power of the Warp. He understood how powerful the technology the other party possessed was.
Although he has been conducting research since then, he has not found a method that can be recognized to restrain or even counter it.
It can even be said that he still doesn't understand the operating principles and production materials of the obelisk.
How many Necrons are there in the galaxy?
Why have they remained asleep and have not taken control of the galaxy again?
What is the attitude of these terrifying alien civilizations towards humans?
Robert Guilliman couldn't help but ask himself several key questions.
It's a terrible feeling to suddenly find a tiger sleeping next to your bed.
He had originally planned to wait until the two threats of orcs and zerg were resolved before he could concentrate on internal reforms, find a way to abolish the state religion and re-implement the Imperial Truth, and get everything back on track in the 30th millennium.
But now it seems that there is no point in reform!
Let’s continue to engage in militarism and increase our military strength to the maximum.
Otherwise, facing the all-out attack of the Necrons, the Human Empire might not be able to survive even one round.
Just as the Primarch was worrying about how to deal with this sudden and deadly threat, far away on the Necrons' Tomb-class Tomb Ship, the Figure King Tarasim was standing next to the Silent King Szalak and asked with interest: "What do you think is the success rate of Soth?"
"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 for us."
Szalak said with a hint of worry in his tone.
Because although the super weapon he used to tear apart the Star God that year was not unusable, it had become extremely fragile due to previous excessive use, and it might be completely scrapped during the next launch.
If Saranoga cannot be killed by then, the entire Necrons may face revenge from the Star God.
Those star gods that were torn into pieces will also merge and awaken one by one.
"Do you need me to go talk to him?"
Trazyn asked tentatively in an uncertain tone.
Szalak obviously hesitated for a moment, but finally shook his head: "No, there is no need. Because a being like him will never listen to the advice of outsiders. What's more, I also want to see if he is more powerful than the Star God."
"So you want us to just stand here and watch?"
Trazyn stroked his metal chin in a very human gesture.
He learned this from a human collector, and felt that this would make him more like a living being rather than an intelligent machine controlled by data.
Especially after taking potions that allowed them to briefly gain the feeling of having a soul, many high-ranking Necrons began to become full of vitality instead of being as lifeless as before.
This obviously made Tarasim very happy and relieved.
Szalak continued to ask expressionlessly: "What else? Are you still planning to participate? You know, ordinary weapons are useless against creatures like Star Gods."
"No, I mean..."
Before Trazyn could finish his words, he suddenly spotted the Oil-Sparkling warship parked alone in space not far away, his "old friend" Robert Guilliman standing in the command room bridge, and Belisarius Cawl, one of the few "young" juniors he could talk to.
With the advanced technology of the Necrons, things like seeing through the crew members inside a ship are easy to do.
"What's wrong with you?"
The Silent King obviously noticed the reaction of this "lively guy" in the group.
Trazyn quickly explained with a smile: "I found two very interesting humans. If you don't mind, I would like to go over and meet them now and say hello."
"Yes, go ahead, just don't embarrass us Necrons. Remember, you are an Overlord."
Szalak couldn't help but remind him.
Because he had heard too many bad things about this compatriot.
Especially the weird hoarding and stealing habits, which made the Silent King, who respected tradition and honor, feel ashamed.
"Understood. Please rest assured that I know my limits."
A mischievous smile appeared on Taraxin's face, and then without saying a word he got into a small shuttle and flew straight to the direction of the Shuoyou battleship.
Since the distance between the two sides was not far, Vashtor received the request to board the ship about ten seconds later.
In response to this, Wa Banxian's first reaction was to order his men to hide everything that might be targeted by the other party, and then open the hatch to allow the small shuttle to enter.
After all, he would never forget how many valuable treasures the Necron Overlord had stolen and robbed from him.
As the saying goes, it is fireproof, theft-proof and action figure-proof.
In the entire Warhammer universe, apart from the famous "Blood Ravens", there is probably no other organization or individual who can compete with Trazyn for the title of "Thief Saint".
"Ah! It's been a long time since we last met, my dear friend. You look much better now."
As soon as Trazyn stepped out of the hatch, he immediately opened his 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 take some parts off of him and take them away as souvenirs and collections.
After all, Vashtor was once a demigod of the subspace, and the parts on his body are naturally scarce, making him qualified to become the collection of the King of Figures.
It’s a pity that this guy didn’t succeed this time.
The reason is simple. Vashtor quantizes all the parts of his body that are touched, using this method to prevent his body parts from being removed.
The two cold mechanical bodies hugged each other and fought openly and secretly for several minutes, until Robert Guilliman next to them couldn't bear it anymore and coughed twice to interrupt it.
"Ahem...you two, it seems like you guys have been hugging for a little too long."
Seeing that his little trick was exposed, Trazyn could only reluctantly let go of his hand and stared at the regent of the human empire with a creepy excited look.
You don't need to ask to know that his collecting addiction has come back again.
After all, Robert Guilliman is the only pure Primarch who has not been contaminated by the Chaos God.
Even if we can't take the whole person away, it would be nice to collect some hair, blood and other things that contain genetic genes and bring them back for cloning.
Robert Guilliman was obviously a little frightened by being looked at. He began to feel uncomfortable all over his body and even subconsciously wanted to cover his butt.
Fortunately, this scary look soon subsided.
Trazyn took a few steps forward, grinned and greeted, "Hello, respected Regent of the Human Empire - His Excellency Robert Guilliman. Although this is our first meeting, I think neither you nor I are strangers to you."
"Are you the Necron who told Belisarius Cawl the secret of the Obelisk?"
Robert Guilliman probed cautiously.
Because he has always advocated rationality, he simply couldn't figure out what purpose this guy in front of him was trying to achieve behind his messy behavior.
Or is the other party simply killing time? "Yes, it's me.
There's no need for you to be so nervous.
Because from my own point of view, I actually have a very good impression of you humans.
Even if one day the entire Necrons, led by the Silent King, declare war on the Human Empire, I will try my best to preserve human civilization within the scope of my rule so that they can continue to survive and develop. "
When he said this, Trazyn's tone was extremely serious, as if he was making some kind of promise and guarantee.
But it sounded extremely harsh to the humans present.
Especially the Primarch who possessed a super brain, immediately realized what the true attitude of the Necrons towards humans was.
It's basically the same as how humans treat their pets.
This is absolutely an intolerable insult to an empire where the idea of human supremacy is rampant.
Just as the atmosphere on the scene began to become increasingly dull and tense, and some of the accompanying Astartes and Guards had already drawn their swords to kill the bastard who dared to offend human dignity, a sudden burst of dazzling light far beyond the ordinary 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 Zuo Sixuo's oil incarnation and the outsider Saranoga has finally begun.
Since there is no medium to transmit sound in the vacuum of the universe, everyone present can hear nothing. The only thing they can see 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, gravitational force and other data that cannot be directly observed detected by various instruments.
The terrifying force almost turned the center of the scene into a supermassive black hole.
If there was nothing within dozens of light years around, countless stars and planets would have been sucked in by now, causing 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 by the instrument and the bright light that was brighter and more spectacular than any supernova formed by the explosion of a star. He became completely crazy.
The strength of the two warring parties was far beyond what he and the entire human empire could understand.
Although Saranoga still did not return to its original form, and instead tried to swallow Zuo Si with that huge sphere, its power to distort the laws of physics could already be clearly observed.
The most typical example is the abnormal gravitational waves within a radius of two or three light years.
All space battleships must start their engines at full power to ensure that they are not pulled in.
What's even more terrifying is that Zuo Si's attack is also distorting the laws of physics, and even controlling various forces including gravity, gravitational force, friction, strong interaction force, and weak interaction force to dismantle this huge star god from the inside.
A Necron warship that might have wanted to conduct close reconnaissance had just come a little closer when it was crushed to pieces by an invisible force.
That is a heavy battleship built with the most advanced technology of the Necrons!
One ship is enough to destroy several fleets of the human empire! But in front of a truly powerful person, it is as fragile as paper and will break at the slightest touch.
And it was not an ordinary explosion or fragmentation, but it was decomposed into even smaller particles that were countless times smaller than atoms.
In less than a microsecond, all of these substances were absorbed by the Shuoyou incarnation and became part of its body.
Not only that, Zuo Si was also trying to seize the opponent's spherical body which was more than 3,200 times larger than the earth.
However, the Star God is worthy of being the top life form in the Warhammer universe, and several attempts have failed.
Not only is it unable to seize any energy or matter, even the infection of the sparkling oil is completely ineffective.
"Eat! Eat! Eat! I'm going to eat you!"
A kind of crazy mental shock like whispering in one's ear kept echoing in Zuo Si's ears.
Obviously, this was some kind of signal sent by Saranoga.
As the legend goes, he went completely insane after devouring too many of his own kind.
Any creature that comes close will inadvertently receive this signal and go crazy along with him.
That's why all spacecraft encounter unexpected situations when approaching this area.
Even the Tyranid army invading the galaxy was no exception and had to choose to take a detour.
"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 Langell! I am hungry! I want to eat! I want to devour your soul!"
The Star God's crazy voice was like a thunderclap, instantly causing violent shocks and ripples within a radius of several light years.
The force that transcended all physical rules instantly decomposed thousands of Necrons into atoms! Before that, all the Necrons inside exploded from the inside, and some even pounced on their own kind to eat the living metal on each other's bodies.
In front of the truly complete Star God, these victors of the War in Heaven are no different from ants.
Even a hegemon with great power can lose his mind in an instant and become a complete madman.
"He's still as strong as ever..."
There was a terrifying green light flashing in Szalak's eyes, and his voice was filled with hatred.
Because it was these guys who deceived themselves and caused the entire race to sacrifice their souls, ending up in this half-dead state now, enduring 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 could be killed together.
This will prevent any hindrance to our plans to regain control of the galaxy."
A French emperor made a serious suggestion.
But Szalak waved his hand and said, "No, it's not time yet.
And I'm not sure if doing this will really get rid of Soth.
After all, that thing called Shuoyou is too dangerous and can completely infect and control a dynasty in a very short time.
Until a solution is found, I don't want to provoke such a formidable enemy, at least not at this stage."
"In that case, please give the order for our fleet to move a little further away. Otherwise, if things continue like this, the scope of the battle will inevitably become larger and larger."
The other French emperor showed an obviously worried expression.
You should know that during the dormant period, the tomb world of the Necrons is basically in a state of complete stillness.
Especially for large warships, basically if one is destroyed, there is one less, and they cannot be effectively replenished in a short period of time.
Szalak nodded slightly and said, "Okay. Order the rest of the fleet to retreat, but I will stay here and wait for the final result. If Soth loses, it will be our turn. I will never allow any Star God to threaten our race and civilization again."
"As you wish, great King of Silence."
The two French emperors immediately placed one hand on their chest and bowed to the last legitimate ruler.
Soon, under their orders, the warships glowing green began to retreat in a farther direction to avoid becoming victims of the aftermath of the battle.
Only some drone-like detectors are still hovering nearby.
(End of this chapter)
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