You Even Refuse to Call Me Your Highness

Would Verillion dare to gamble?

No. He wouldn't.

Even knowing that the probability was less than one percent, he still wouldn't dare gamble. The remaining ninety-nine percent was simply too much to risk!

There wasn't a single race willing to face the full fury of the Imperium of Man!

The reason was simple enough. The once-hegemonic Aeldari Empire had long since declined, but the current hegemon of the galaxy was still alive and well!

Yes, you could say that the Imperium of Man was rotten, fallen, bloated, rigid, and marching toward its death.

You could even say that the Imperium of Man wasn't the hegemon of the galaxy, because it had never completely conquered the other races within it.

Chaos, Greenskin Orcs, the Aeldari, the Tyran, the Necron, and even the T'au, who had only just begun to emerge at the edge of the galaxy—all of them seemed capable of challenging the Imperium of Man. Yet the bloated, decaying Imperium could do nothing about them.

But that came with a prerequisite.

That prerequisite was that the Imperium of Man's territory and the circumstances it faced were hundreds of times more severe than those once faced by the Eldar and the Necron!

Under such circumstances, the Imperium of Man could neither gather nor deploy all its forces into a single war.

That was why, on the surface, the Imperium of Man seemed as though anyone could provoke it.

But was that really the truth?

If you viewed the Imperium of Man from the perspective of an alien race, you would discover that it was nothing less than a terrifying war machine!

From the moment they left the Solar System, they had been waging war, slaughtering, and exterminating. Countless alien races had died at human hands. Even the mighty Zydan Empire had