"Damn it!"
The Silent King could hardly maintain his earlier calm. His heart ached.
He could tell that most of the C'tan Shards and ancient relics aboard the Lord of Hope's Deep Tomb Barge had come from his own treasury.
That usurper had plundered the treasury of the Szarekhan Dynasty, then used the C'tan Shards and precious relics within it to forge a Deep Tomb Barge, bringing it before him to flaunt his might.
He was simply arrogant beyond belief!
What made the Silent King find it even more unbearable was that the Deep Tomb Barge forged by the Lord of Hope looked even more majestic than the Throne of Dominion, completely eclipsing the aura of him, the Lord of Dominion.
This was what professionalism meant.
Ron knew very well how to proclaim his own authority and glorious image. Even the same object, through different designs and methods of presentation, could achieve entirely different effects.
For example, with the same Deep Tomb Barge, using the images of C'tan Shard avatars to pull the vessel was far more awe-inspiring than the crude imprisonment of the Throne of Dominion, and it better reflected the authority of the Lord of Hope.
And the layered Lokh coatings, along with the special design, also made Ron's Deep Tomb Barge look larger and more imposing.
"This is the gap in culture. No one understands better than I do how to shape the authority of faith and create wonders—"
Ron thought this.
The Imperium had already been extremely proficient in this area, and he had carried it forward on that foundation, then transplanted and integrated it into the culture of the Necrontyr. It was practically a dimensionality-reduction strike.
There was no helping that.
After all, once the souls of the Necrontyr had been devoured on a massive