The messenger conveyed the will of Silent King Szarekh.
That being wished to end the internal strife as soon as possible and deal a fatal blow to the humans' overconfident fleet.
Lest those flesh-and-blood vermin keep buzzing before the noble Necrontyr.
Sathum fell silent at that. The message the messenger conveyed tempted him. He wavered.
This Phaerakh had no particular opinion of humans. He would not care whether that fleshly race lived or died, nor did he feel they were a threat.
In his view, that was merely an excuse the Silent King used to recruit Phaerakhs like them.
What he truly cared about was the Biomancy Reversal Experiment—whether the Necrontyr were to collectively abandon these powerful Living Metal bodies and return once more to weak flesh.
The reason Sathum had followed the Stormlord in launching this war was that he wished to stop the Blackstone Veil and stop the Biomancy Reversal Experiment.
But judging by the current situation, he could no longer hold out. Perhaps accepting the Silent King's recruitment was the best outcome?
After all, once he lost the Tomb Fleet, even if this Living Metal body remained, it would be of no use.
"You should be aware of the current situation. The Stormlord no longer has any hope of victory."
Sensing the Phaerakh's hesitation, the messenger spoke in a tone that brooked no argument. "Moreover, he no longer has the ability to give you much help, while you have already fallen into our encirclement.
"The will of the great Silent King is irresistible. The forces under his command are annihilating your fleet bit by bit.
"There is little time left—"
The support routes to this star system had long since been cut off. The Stormlord's other fleet groups had no chance of getting in at all.
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