"Report."
"The commander of the Imperial Navy Sol System Fleet's 21st cruiser formation requests a communication link."
As the bridge fell silent and everyone stared at the strategic star map, waiting for the Necrons to react, a crewman raised his voice in report.
The Sol System Fleet would rendezvous with the Invincible Fleet, the absolute main force of the Tyran Navy, in one day before heading to the frontline war zone.
Adam nodded without hesitation. "Put it through."
The commander of the Imperial Navy Sol System Fleet's 21st cruiser formation appeared on the bridge as a projection.
But two seconds after the image of the elderly man, draped in medals and dressed in ornate attire, appeared, the projection flickered several times. The commander became a tall skeleton of Living Metal.
"They infiltrated the Sol System Fleet's communications equipment from hundreds of light-years away!"
"They used the Sol System Fleet as a relay to avoid being filtered by the firewall!"
The crewmen responsible for monitoring the communications system urgently reported to Adam.
Rather than directly invading the communications system, the Necrons had infiltrated the Sol System Fleet's system and used it to send a communication request. It was equivalent to stealing an ally's account to enter the faction's communication channel, without knowing whether malicious software had been planted and had simply failed to trigger interception.
Just as the crew prepared to cut off the communication from the Sol System Fleet, Adam raised a hand and stopped them.
Everyone on the bridge watched the Necron's projection.
Lion was surprised to discover that the other party was the Pharaoh of the Sautekh Dynasty mentioned in the information provided by the Tyranids—Imotekh himself.
"Thank you for being willing to hear me out." Imotekh swept his gaze across the bridge. "According to Necrophage war etiquette,