"If some charlatan claimed he could restore the Necrontyr's bodies and souls, and actually succeeded in making our people believe him, then he would inevitably be a false deceiver. An opportunist."
Zahndrekh's tone was grave. "In that situation, the best decision we could make would be to destroy him utterly, leaving them no possibility of expansion.
Because charlatans like that would grow strong very quickly, become our enemies, and constantly start new wars."
At present, within the Necrontyr Imperium, the only beings qualified to seize the Throne of Dominion were the Silent King and the Stormlord.
If another new opportunist joined in, he would inevitably drag every dynasty into it and cause still more strife.
That would only waste the Necrontyr Imperium's strength for nothing and let the xenos of the Galaxy reap the benefits.
Though Zahndrekh was usually somewhat senile, he had never been muddled on important matters.
If anyone underestimated him, death would be the end result.
He was a Crown-bearer, qualified to contend for the supreme throne like the Silent King and the Stormlord.
Zahndrekh simply had no great interest in that. He only hoped to help both sides end this war as quickly as possible and restore peace to the Necrontyr Imperium.
Then he could hold even grander banquets to his heart's content.
He utterly loathed the Silent King's so-called restoration plan.
A method like the Anti-Ethereal Energy Matrix, which achieved victory by exterminating all life in the entire Galaxy, had no noble honor to it at all.
So he chose to help the Stormlord.
"My lord, are you saying that the Emissary Phaerakh of the Holy Soul Sect also has ambitions to vie for supremacy?"
Obyron thought it over for a moment, then suddenly understood.
According to the intelligence they had gathered, the Holy Soul