A sneeze destroys a magical civilization

Chapter 857 Outsider - Saranoga

It is well known that the signing of any treaty, whether fair or not, means the establishment of order.

Especially treaties like the "Agreement on the Peaceful Use of the Internet" with the background of sharing, cooperation and win-win, are equivalent to setting up a safe zone in the Milky Way, which originally followed the law of the jungle, and at the same time gave various races and civilizations a channel to understand and communicate with each other.

This is a great feat that has never appeared since the end of the War in Heaven and the demise of the civilization established by the Ancient Saints.

Before this, whether it was the Eldar, the previous generation of galactic overlords, or the current galactic overlords, humans, basically did not regard civilizations and races other than themselves as "people".

The former played slavery, torture, abuse, bloody and cruel sacrifices, while the latter played efficient genocide.

So in the long history of the entire Milky Way, there was no public institution like "Parliament" or "United Nations" at all, let alone any so-called order.

Most exchanges between civilizations are basically not war, conquest, slavery, annexation, or ignoring each other.

This is why the "Greater Good" advocated by the Tau after its rise has absorbed many races and civilizations, and even the extremely xenophobic humans can be absorbed and used by it.

Because people like them who are willing to give non-native races and civilizations a way to survive are too rare and too rare.

That kind of extremely strong tolerance and assimilation ability is the core and most powerful competitiveness of the Tau civilization.

Unfortunately, they do not have enough strength to support the spread of this tolerance and assimilation to the entire galaxy. They can only circle themselves within the scope of their own control, and the scope of influence is very, very limited.

But the "Agreement on the Peaceful Use of the Internet" led by Zuo Si is different. Its influence is almost all over the galaxy.

Almost no one would doubt that this terrifying existence that can burn the entire subspace would not be able to severely punish those who dare to break the rules.

Apart from other things, the joint enforcement of the three forces of the Human Empire, the Eldar and the Tau can already have a deterrent effect.

After all, the monk can escape, but the temple cannot.

Even if someone succeeds in robbing some important transport ships for money, once they are found out afterwards, they will not face the simple task of handing over the prisoners. They may even be subjected to orbital bombardment to plow the entire surface of the planet.

Especially as the current galactic overlord, the Human Empire prefers 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 under the attack of the expeditionary force, and only in the think tanks of some legions can we find some traces of their existence.

It's like the Lord of Mankind is the leader and emperor against the other four Chaos Evil Gods in the Warp for mankind.

But in the eyes of other civilizations, it is basically the "Fifth Evil God" fighting against the other four evil gods.

So after learning that the "Agreement on the Peaceful Use of the Webway" has been recognized by humans, the Eldar and the Tau, some other relatively small civilizations in the galaxy have 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 get rid of the interference of the subspace and achieve superluminal travel, and it is also the easiest to achieve technically.

Zuo Si basically accepts all comers.

Soon, the number of civilizations that joined the "Agreement on the Peaceful Use of the Webway" exceeded tens of thousands.

In order to avoid unnecessary misunderstandings, these people also set up embassies and coordination agencies in this original dark city to avoid unnecessary misunderstandings.

Unknowingly, the first efficient communication agency 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 on, they would gradually develop. The struggles and wars within the galaxy would become less and less, and the original chaos would 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, they will abide by certain bottom lines, rather than aiming to end the other party's civilization and genocide from the beginning.

Because when the victorious party can obtain a large amount of war reparations from the defeated party, anyone with a little bit of brains will not choose to kill them all, but will choose to turn them into their own vassal and economic colony, and squeeze resources and labor bit by bit.

Although this is still quite cruel in the eyes of many people, it is 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 means that when order replaces chaos as the dominant force in the real universe, the chaos forces in the subspace will inevitably begin to weaken, and the order represented by the God of Death Jaina will continue to be strengthened.

Under this decline, the situation of the entire Warhammer universe will slowly get rid of the original dark and desperate background and begin to become normal.

In other words, Zuo Si is actually digging the roots of the Chaos Evil God in the Subspace step by step through some seemingly insignificant actions.

As the saying goes, the Lord of Humanity is responsible for treating the symptoms, and he is responsible for treating the root cause. The two of them worked together to directly make the evil god of the subspace into a specimen.

In fact, conceptual evil gods like 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 a series of serious consequences that may result.

And 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 is just a slave of beliefs, emotions and thinking, and is not worthy of being his opponent at all.

As long as he can firmly control the real universe, the other party will always be trapped in a quagmire of weakness and unable to extricate himself.

This is not 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 with 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, and even from such a distance, it challenged the sanity of many Astartes and even the Imperial Guard who came to watch the battle with Robert Guilliman.

Some people with weak willpower even go crazy, self-mutilate, and commit suicide out of control.

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 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 emotional fluctuations 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 Mechanicum 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 he also knows how powerful these living gods are.

"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 beneficial 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 the human empire has finally gained some momentum.

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, it's a big deal and we'll have to build another one.

Perhaps the only loss is that the embedded C'tan fragments will fall into enemy hands. "

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? Hahahahaha!" 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. There is only one psyker in this universe who can help me, and that is the one who is qualified to become the Ya The next divine master of humanity.”

"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 nearly self-torturing way."

The old woman took off her hood to reveal a slightly old face, but her eyes flashed with psychic light that was enough to terrify the Inquisition's black ship.

As the top psychic among humans, she only needs a thought to shatter a planet, or to set off a subspace storm that can affect the entire star system.

Even those Astartes Legions who defected to the forces of Chaos were no different from ants that could be easily crushed to death in front of such psychics.

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 here for professional training, but more of them came from the sphere of influence of the Human Empire and tasted 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 eyes of these psychics who either completely ignored or were full of resentment towards the Imperial Regent Robert Guilliman that they had no good feelings towards the human empire at all.

Instead, they were full of fanatical admiration and worship for Zuo Si, the "god" who gave them new life and power, and even felt that the only value of living was to die for him one day.

"Hehe, dear Amansha, I trained you not to let you 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 warp and eventually grow into a complete psychic race."

Zuo Si reached out and gently stroked the wrinkled old skin on the other's face.

"I'm sorry, my willfulness makes you feel embarrassed."

This action instantly made the old man called Amansha seem to have returned to the day when the two first met 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, 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 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 a few words of praise.

"Okay, don't be so sentimental. It's not difficult to extend your life with your psychic level. We still have a long way to go."

Zuo Si helped the woman who had followed him for almost his entire life to smooth her long gray hair like a father treated his daughter, and then flashed out of the battleship and entered the cold and dark space.

"Alas-"

Seeing that his 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, Vashtor suddenly controlled the battleship to retreat at sub-light speed.

"What are you doing?"

The Regent of the Empire asked with a puzzled look.

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!"

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 react in time when you encounter danger."

As someone who has witnessed the power of super weapons with his own eyes, Vashtor is obviously too lazy to explain too much to this group of frogs in the well, and continues to control the spacecraft to retreat until he can no longer see the huge sphere that the "outsider" Saranoga has transformed into with his naked eyes.

"Five light years? Is it because of some super weapons?"

Belisariu Cawl instantly grasped the key to the problem.

As the top expert in the field of scientific research in the human empire today, he obviously keenly perceived something.

Vashtor smiled and replied, "Don't worry, you'll understand in a moment. Ah! Look, the Necrons 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 Necrons 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 directly made all the high-ranking officials of the Human Empire, including Robert Guilliman, feel numb.

Because they have truly experienced how advanced the technology of the Necrons is.

To put it in a more understandable way, the fleet of the Human Empire has no power to fight back at all in front of these super civilizations that won the Battle of Heaven, destroyed the Ancient Saints, and destroyed the Sealed Star God.

A light cruiser of the figure king Trazyn can defeat a fleet of warships of the entire human empire, and can also control the intensity of the war to ensure that the opponent is paralyzed rather than destroyed.

Yes, you read it right.

In front of the real Necron overlord, the fleet of the human empire is basically no different from a toy.

And with only a few battleships, the Necron can blow an unprotected tomb world into atoms, while the Human Empire needs to launch multiple 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.

In turn, the most powerful battleship in 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 Imperium of Man and the Necron.

So let alone the appearance of a terrifying fleet cluster like now, even 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 agreed 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 terribly wrong.

These civilizations left over from ancient times have the power not only to destroy the entire human empire, but also to wage a war to reunite the galaxy.

"Maybe……

They had been sleeping in the tomb world.

This time, because the Star God was involved, so many battleships were dispatched.

In short, we should reconsider how to deal with 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 principles 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 discovering 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 maximize our military strength.

Otherwise, facing the full-scale attack of 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 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 voice.

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.

Szarak obviously hesitated, but finally shook his head: "No, no need. Because a being like him will not listen to outsiders' suggestions 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 energy, instead of being as lifeless as before.

This obviously made Trazin very happy and relieved.

Szalak continued to ask expressionlessly: "Otherwise? Are you still going to participate? You know, ordinary weapons are useless against creatures like Star Gods."

"No, I mean..."

Before Trazyn could finish his words, he suddenly found the Oil-Sparkling warship docked alone in space not far away, as well as his "old friend" Robert Guilliman standing in the bridge of the command room, and Belisarius Cawl, one of the few "young" juniors who made him want to talk.

With the advanced technology of the Necrons, it is easy to see through the members of the ship.

"What's wrong with you?"

The Silent King obviously noticed the reaction of the "lively treasure" in this group.

Trazyn hurriedly explained with a smile: "I found two very interesting humans. If you don't mind, I want to go over and meet them now and say hello."

"Okay, go ahead, just don't embarrass us Necrons. Remember, you are a hegemon."

Szalak couldn't help but remind him.

Because he had heard too many bad deeds about this compatriot.

Especially the weird hoarding and stealing habits, which made the Silent King who respected tradition and honor feel ashamed.

"I understand. Please rest assured that I know the limits."

A mischievous smile appeared on Trazyn's face, and then he got into a small shuttle and flew straight to the direction of the oil battleship without saying a word.

Since the distance between the two sides was not far, Vashtor received the application to board the ship about ten seconds later.

In response, the first reaction of the Banxian was to order his men to hide all the things that might be targeted by the other party, and then open the hatch to allow the small shuttle to enter.

After all, he would not forget how many valuable treasures the Necron Overlord had stolen from him.

As the saying goes, prevent fire, theft and the king of figurines.

In the entire Warhammer universe galaxy, there is probably no second organization or individual who can compete with Trazyn for the title of "Thief Saint" except the famous "Blood Ravens".

"Ah! Long time no see, my dear friend, you look much better now."

As soon as Trazyn came 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 him away.

Because this guy actually wanted to take some parts from him as souvenirs and collections.

After all, Vashtor was a demigod in the subspace, and the parts on his body were naturally scarce, qualified to be the collection of the King of Figures.

Unfortunately, this guy did not succeed this time.

The reason is very simple. Vashtor quantized all the parts of his body that were touched, using this method to prevent his parts from being removed.

The two cold mechanical bodies hugged each other and fought each other for several minutes, until Robert Guilliman next to them couldn't stand it anymore and coughed twice to interrupt it.

"Ahem...you two, it seems that you hugged for a little too long."

Seeing that his little tricks were exposed, Trazyn could only reluctantly let go of his hands and stared at the regent of the human empire with a creepy excited look.

No need to ask, you know that his collecting habit has come back again.

After all, Robert Guilliman is the only pure gene primarch who has not been contaminated by the evil god of chaos.

Even if the whole person cannot be taken away, it is also good to collect some hair, blood and other genetic things to bring back for cloning.

Robert Guilliman was obviously a little scared by being looked at, and he began to feel uncomfortable all over his body, and even subconsciously wanted to cover his butt.

But fortunately, this scary look soon subsided.

Trazyn took a few steps forward and greeted with a grin: "Hello, respected Regent of the Human Empire - Sir Robert Guilliman. Although this is our first meeting, I think neither you nor I are strangers to you."

"Are you the Necromancer who told Belisarius Cawl the secret of the Obelisk?"

Robert Guilliman cautiously probed.

Because he has always advocated rationality, he couldn't figure out what purpose this guy in front of him wanted to achieve behind his messy behavior.

Or is the other party simply killing time?

"Yes, it's me.

You don't need to be so nervous.

Because from my own point of view, I actually have a good impression of you humans.

Even if one day the entire Necromancer, led by the Silent King, declares war on the Human Empire, I will try to preserve human civilization as much as possible within my rule so that they can continue and develop."

When saying this, Trazyn's tone was extremely serious, as if he was giving some kind of promise and guarantee.

But it sounded extremely harsh to the humans present.

Especially the Primarchs with super brains, who immediately realized what the Necrons' true attitude towards humans was.

It was basically the same as how humans treat their pets.

This was absolutely an intolerable insult to the Empire where the idea of ​​human supremacy was rampant.

Just as the atmosphere on the scene began to become more and more dull and tense, and some of the accompanying Astartes and imperial guards had already drawn their swords to kill the bastard who dared to offend human dignity, the dazzling light that suddenly burst out from the far beyond instantly attracted everyone's attention.

Because that direction happened 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 in the vacuum of the universe to transmit sound, everyone present can't hear anything. The only thing they can see is the light formed by the continuous collision and explosion 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 were nothing within dozens of light years around, countless stars and planets would have been sucked into it by now, causing a more violent reaction.

"Oh my God! This... is this the power of the Star God?"

A mechanical priest stared at the various numbers given on the instrument, and the bright light that was brighter and more spectacular than any star explosion to form a supernova, and the whole person became crazy.

The strength of the two warring parties has far exceeded the scope that he and the entire human empire can understand.

Although Saranoga has not yet returned to its original appearance, but tried to swallow Zuo Si with that huge sphere, its power to distort the rules of physics can 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 more terrifying is that Zuo Si's attack is also distorting the rules of physics, and even controlling various forces including gravity, gravity, friction, strong interaction, and weak interaction to dismantle this huge Star God from the inside.

A space Necromancer warship that may want to approach for reconnaissance has just approached a little bit, and it was directly crushed alive by invisible forces.

That is a heavy battleship built with the most advanced technology of the Space Necromancer!

One ship is enough to destroy several fleets of the human empire!

But in front of a real strong man, it is as fragile as paper and will break at a slight touch.

And it is not an ordinary explosion or fragmentation, but decomposed into smaller particles that are countless times smaller than atoms.

All these substances were absorbed by the oil incarnation in less than a microsecond and became part of its body.

Not only that, Zuo Si is still trying to seize the other party's spherical body that is 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 can it not seize any energy or matter, even the infection of the oil is completely ineffective.

"Eat! Eat! Eat! I want to eat you!"

A kind of crazy mental shock like whispering in the ear keeps echoing in Zuo Si's ears.

Obviously, this is a signal sent by Saranoga.

As the legend says, he has gone completely crazy after devouring too many of his kind.

Any creature that approaches will inadvertently receive this signal and then go crazy with him.

That's why all spaceships will encounter unexpected situations when approaching this area.

Even the Tyranids' army invading the Milky Way is no exception, and they can only choose to bypass it in the end.

"Saranoga! Can you hear me?"

Zuo Si tried to communicate with this star god.

"Who is Saranoga? No! I'm not Saranoga! I'm Mor! I'm Saraku! I'm Langer! I'm hungry! I want to eat! I want to devour your soul!"

The star god's crazy voice was like a thunder, instantly causing violent shocks and ripples within a few light years.

The power that transcends all physical rules instantly decomposed thousands of space necron warships into atoms!

Before that, all the space necrons inside exploded from the inside, and some even pounced on their own kind to eat the activated metal on each other's body.

In front of the truly complete star god, these winners who won the battle of heaven are no different from ants.

Even the overlords who hold powerful power will lose their minds in an instant and become completely crazy.

"He is still as powerful as before..."

Szalak's eyes flashed with a terrifying green light, and his voice was full of hatred.

Because it was these guys who deceived him and made the entire race sacrifice their souls, and became the half-dead state now, suffering and tormenting every day.

"Great King of Silence, do you need us to use that weapon?

If we use it now, maybe we can kill Saranoga and the mysterious Soth together.

In this way, our plan to regain control of the entire galaxy will not be hindered by anything."

A pope made a solemn suggestion.

But Szalak waved his hand: "No, it's not time yet.

And I'm not sure if Soth can be really solved after doing this.

After all, that thing called sparkling oil is too dangerous, and it can completely infect and control a dynasty in a very short time.

Before finding a solution, I don't want to provoke such a terrible enemy, at least not at this stage."

"In that case, please order our fleet to move away a little. Otherwise, if things continue like this, the scope of the battle will inevitably become larger and larger."

Another pope showed a worried expression.

You should know that during the dormant period, the tomb world of the Necrons is basically in a completely static state.

Especially for large warships, basically one less ship is destroyed, and there is no effective replenishment in a short period of time.

Szalak nodded slightly: "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 popes immediately put one hand on their chests and bowed to the last orthodox ruler.

Soon, under their orders, the green-glowing warships began to retreat in a farther direction to avoid becoming victims of the aftermath of the battle.

Only some drone-like detectors were still hovering nearby.