"Pitiful Stormlord. To think you've grown so weak that you must rely on the fleets of those flesh vermin to hold your lines against the great Szarekh."
"You are a disgrace to the noble Necrontyr!"
"I think those human vermin should be wiped out completely. They're even more disgusting than buzzing flies."
Hapsatra the Radiant, that mouthpiece, was so furious that he ranted on and on, angrily denouncing the Stormlord.
Who could have imagined that the Stormlord had actually colluded with the enemy and allied himself with the Imperium of Man?!
Upon the Throne of Dominion, the Silent King remained silent as ever, while pulse-data battle reports from every front intertwined within his data-logic.
His expression was so calm it was frightening. The Necrontyr Nobles in particular all lowered their heads, not daring to meet his gaze.
The war was not going smoothly. With the aid of humanity and several other races, the Stormlord's crumbling front had already stabilized.
Their own camp had lost no small number of star systems and even entire sectors. Dozens of Necrontyr Dynasties had been utterly destroyed, and the newly constructed Blackstone Obelisk network had been annihilated.
Of course, this could not be counted as defeat.
The Silent King's side still held a certain advantage. The Stormlord had merely taken back the star-system positions he had lost.
But to the Lord of Dominion, this was an unacceptable humiliation. It could even be called one of the rare wars in which he had suffered a setback.
"Szarekh, I am the true conqueror, the rightful Lord of Dominion of the Necrontyr.
"And you are nothing but a pitiful old king cast aside and spat upon. Sooner or later, you will roll down from your throne along with those two court jesters and bring your miserable reign to