"Holy Soul Sect?"
The Silent King paused slightly when he saw the name.
This Lord of Dominion, this Godslayer, froze for a moment before he finally remembered what the Holy Soul Sect was.
It was nothing more than a sect founded by a mad Phaerakh, little different from the other Necrontyr lunatics.
According to the latest intelligence, the madmen of the Holy Soul Sect seemed to have stationed themselves in the Fahra Dynasty to preach.
The Silent King did not find that strange. There were far crazier beings within the Necrontyr Empire.
Besides, that Phaerakh called Fahra had a mindset somewhat similar to the Holy Soul Sect's. It was only natural for them to gather together.
To the Necrontyr Empire, Phaerakhs whose thinking was still relatively normal posed no threat.
At the very least, they were far better than those ambitious, deranged, or bloodthirsty fellows. They could even be called harmless.
"From now on, there is no need to show me intelligence on this Holy Soul—Sect unless they become a high-ranking dynasty in a short time."
The Silent King glanced over it once, then paid it no further attention.
They were too weak, unworthy of wasting the attention of the Lord of Dominion of the Triarch.
What he needed to pay attention to were those high-ranking Phaerakhs who ruled dozens of star systems, or even larger regions.
Only high-ranking Phaerakhs could affect this war, affect his confrontation with the Stormlord.
Simply put, at present, the only one in the Galaxy who could barely clash with him, the Silent King, was Imotekh the Stormlord.
As for the other beings, whether Eldar, Orks, humans, Warp Chaos Daemons, or other races—
They could hardly threaten the rule of the Necrontyr Empire and the Triarch. They were not worth mentioning.
Aside from a very