"The enemy attacking us is a powerful Crown-bearer, not an existence the Holy Soul Sect can contend with—"
Fahra was filled with worry.
She knew all too well how terrifying Crown-bearers were, whether in their own strength or in the Tomb legions and fleets under their command.
That title alone meant the corpses of countless enemies.
Even if the Holy Soul Sect had annexed this dynasty's territory, it would still be hard-pressed to resist a Crown-bearer's conquest.
"If the enemy is Zahndrekh, then this will be much easier."
Ron was not overly worried.
He knew the deeds of that Crown-bearer general well. The other party was a ruthless figure, whether within the Necrontyr Imperium or across the entire Galaxy.
After all, that guy had once captured the former Chapter Master of the White Scars, Jubal Khan, and had released him because he admired his martial valor.
Jubal Khan regarded that incident as a terrible humiliation.
He had recorded the names of the Crown-bearer general Zahndrekh and his bodyguard Obyron in the White Scars' little Book of Hatred, and even now he was still thinking about when he could take revenge and wash away the disgrace.
Though Zahndrekh was powerful, he also had a fatal weakness.
That was his sense of honor. He acted like a Necrontyr noble from before biotransference.
Moreover, that Crown-bearer general had a bit of senile dementia and cognitive dislocation, often mistaking other races for Necrontyr.
More importantly, there was a high probability that, like Fahra, he longed to regain his flesh and soul.
In that case, his Emotion Virus would be able to take effect.
If he could take down the Crown-bearer general, the Holy Soul Sect would gain a powerful Necrontyr legion.
The Holy Soul Sect already had a headquarters. What it still lacked was