"My army and my brothers have finally arrived—"
Ron looked at the dense fleets all around him, stretching all the way to the horizon, and a satisfied smile appeared on his face.
While he had been locked in battle with the Silent King, he had not exactly been doing nothing.
Instead, he had marked and destroyed as many relevant spatial nodes as possible, helping the fleets outside better demolish the spatial barrier of the Relic of the Old Ones so the large fleets could enter this core region.
That way, they could assist him in striking at the Silent King, this C'tan-like being.
No matter how powerful a C'tan was, it still existed in a physical form. As long as it had a health bar, it could be defeated. It was just a matter of slowly grinding it down.
Not to mention that he, a knockoff C'tan, was here to assist as well, reducing losses as much as possible.
"You lost yourself in arrogance and ignored the power of life.
"You forgot that even gods have a day when they fall, just like the C'tan who once enslaved the galaxy."
Ron stared at the Silent King. "Under their cruel enslavement, they lost all faith, and in the end, the collapse of The Temple was inevitable. Just like you now."
Gods were not invincible existences. They also needed believers as support, or sooner or later, they would suffer a backlash.
The C'tan of the past had been exactly like that. They had lost the support of the Necrontyr, and when they were weakened, they had been struck down by a collective betrayal. One after another, they had become pitiful prisoners.
In Ron's view, compared to believers yearning for a god's protection, gods needed the existence of believers even more.
Back then,