"Cowards."
"You could have defeated me fair and square and ascended the Crown-bearer's throne."
"Instead, you resorted to schemes and vile poison. This utterly violates the Noble Honor Protocol!"
What enraged Zahndrekh was not the betrayal of the Overlords and lords, but the despicable methods they had used.
He loathed such conduct above all else.
"Hmph. You old relic. The moment we lost our souls and bodies, all honor became meaningless."
The Overlord who had joined the coup sneered. He executed a loyalist with his blade-staff and strode forward. "We are a race of war, killing machines. That is all!"
To most Necrontyr, there was no need to obey the moral ideals of flesh-and-blood life.
Rules such as the Noble War Protocol and the Noble Honor Protocol established by the Necrontyr Imperium had long since ceased to be enforced by anyone.
Only a madman like the Crown-bearer Zahndrekh would dig such worthless things out of the data heaps buried deep within the tombs.
They were killing machines without mood or emotion, yet they still had to obey so-called moral restraints. Was that not laughable?
Hearing this, Zahndrekh said nothing more.
He only felt a deep sorrow. If a civilization had only war and slaughter left, and no trace of civilized honor to look toward, then did this civilization still need to exist? How was it any different from other emotionless programmed machines?
"Perhaps the Necrontyr perished the instant they were deceived by the C'tan. What remains now is only a pile of data and shells."
So Zahndrekh thought.
He used his Staff of War to block the attacks of several rebels at once.
Phase Weapons, High-Energy Gas Rays, and Disintegration Beams caused the entire metal dais to collapse.
Whether antique long tables, steaming delicacies, wine, or rust-spotted furniture, all were