Silence Zone, outer star sector.
The human fleet spread out as it advanced toward this area, the slow-moving armada like a drifting cloud of steel among the stars.
The Blackstone Pylons in this region had long since been swept away one by one by the forces of the Holy Soul Sect, making it one of the most suitable routes for an advance.
It also minimized the effect the Blackstone Veil had on the army.
Otherwise, the mere existence of the Blackstone Veil would have greatly affected the army's speed of movement.
In the void, a savage-looking fortress made from the wreckage of ships floated silently.
On the spikes of the fortress's outer armor hung quite a few alien and human corpses.
Without a doubt, this was a band of alien pirates.
Beep, beep, beep—
"Enemy attack!"
"Throne, what the hell is that thing?!"
The shrill alarms and shouts jolted the alien pirate leader awake from his sleep.
Furious, he kicked over the blue-skinned slave beside him and bellowed, "You woke me up! Who dares violate the airspace of our base?"
This was one of the territories of the Necrontyr lords.
Pirates like them were vassals of the Cryptek Conclave under the Silent King. Their main task was to capture all kinds of living beings and deliver them to the Biomatter Reversal Laboratory.
Though the lords seemed to be having some minor internal dispute, this was still not a region other powers dared set foot in.
When the alien pirate leader arrived on the terrace, he was instantly dumbfounded.
Huh?!
He rubbed his eyes, but it still seemed unbelievable.
Had he gotten up too fast? Why was the sky black? Why couldn't he see anything?
In the pirate leader's field of vision, space was terrifyingly dark, filled only with a cold,