Szarekhan Dynasty.
Crownworld.
The dead silence of The Void was torn apart by the hum of Living Metal as a massed Tomb Fleet hung in orbit above this world.
No running lights flickered. No engines roared. There was only the ghostly green shimmer flowing across the surface of Living Metal.
It was the prelude to an attack.
"Rebels, this is the ancestral land of the Szarekhan Dynasty, the Crownworld ruled by the great Szarekh! Cease all acts of defiance!"
The Triarch Praetorian and Phaerakh standing guard immediately issued a rebuke in the face of the sudden arrival of a vast fleet, while ordering the surrounding dynasties to come to their aid.
"Sorry, but the Crownworld of the Silent King is exactly what we came to hit."
Ron spoke with perfect courtesy, then gave the order for a coordinated attack.
This was his answer.
Countless death rays, condensed to their utmost limit, tore through The Void and struck target after target with precision, whether they were garrisoned Tomb Ships or orbital Floating Defense Platforms.
Those targets silently disintegrated in the beams, metal and energy stripped into atomic dust without leaving even a trace of wreckage behind.
This was the power of devastating ancient weapons, able to reduce all matter to nothingness.
After that, large numbers of crescent-shaped Scythe-class Cruisers relied on the terrifying maneuverability of their Inertialess Drives, ignoring the laws of gravity and mass as they darted nimbly through The Void to strike one enemy defensive installation after another.
Once they had blasted open a deployment corridor, countless light Harvester Ships dived toward the Tomb World's surface like swarms of bees, bombarding the pyramid complexes and near-space defense systems.
Besides that, a group of smaller Barges used their onboard Dimensional Portal Generators to pierce directly through the atmosphere, and even