The Savior: Treasure Planet, these Necrons are

This was damn strange...

"Phanes didn't look like a human planet occupied by xenos at all. It was way too odd."

Ron's consciousness was attached to the Missionary Saint Fran, observing the planet through his perspective.

That was one of the abilities of his cloned body—the Wings of the Blade, the Tyranid Hive Mind.

He could gather relevant information through the biological signals of affiliated Tyranid units, as if he had countless pairs of eyes spread everywhere.

But this kind of direct vision had a distance limit. With the help of the Hive Fleet, it could cover one star system at most.

Any farther was impossible.

It was almost like the sensation of a god in the material world, with an extremely strong sense of control. In other words, he, who possessed the authorities of many races, was no different from a god in the present world.

This was Ron's advantage. Through certain cloned bodies, he could do things other humans could not.

If he and The Emperor had lived in the same era, it really would have been uncertain who would ultimately have ruled humanity.

Ron used his special vision to observe the Main Hive district before him.

Under normal circumstances, planets occupied by xenos were filled with bloodshed. Even areas occupied by the T'au Empire still involved no small amount of killing.

Some low-level humans would even be treated as slaves by other races.

That was already an extremely fortunate outcome.

After all, in a Galaxy filled with monsters and demons of every kind, the T'au Empire counted as a super-civilized species.

Now the T'au Empire ranked second at most. The New Imperium was also very civilized, though of course that kind of civilization was limited to its own kind and to races willing to accept its rule.