Tombstone Platform region.
Ron knew the war had reached its final stage. The Necrontyr army under his command was surrounding the Throne of Dominion from all sides.
The Triarch Praetorians and the dynasty forces still resisting fell one after another under the devastating firepower, turning into the purest atoms in the void.
They no longer even had the possibility of executing the Repair Protocol, because all the tombs and Living Metal engines were in his hands.
The forces that the Lord of Dominion had armed in the Tombstone Platform region were gradually being exhausted, leaving him close to being a commander with no troops.
"Surely no dynasty still supports the Silent King now?"
Ron's eerie green gaze swept over the area, heavy with warning.
Whoever dared support the Silent King again, whoever dared go against the tide, would suffer a devastating strike from him, the Lord of Hope!
"No. The old king is about to fall—"
"We can't keep supporting Szarekh, or we'll face eternal death too!"
This terrified the Necrontyr entities that had been hesitating over whether to defend the Throne of Dominion.
They retreated a little farther, no longer daring to approach this Tombstone Platform.
But they likewise did not dare flee, for fear the Lord of Hope would hunt them down and settle accounts afterward.
These Necrontyr phaerakhs and nobles knew that their best course was to join the crusade against the Silent King, or else do nothing and wait for the new Lord of Dominion to ascend the throne.
Then they would offer their loyalty.
After all, the Necrontyr Empire's Third Secession War was about to end. This race would once again welcome unification, a new ruler, and change.
All they could do was accept it.
"The era of the Szarekhan Dynasty is over! Overthrow Szarekh's