Glorious Humanity.
Tyran Navy flagship bridge.
Every senior commander in the human war against the Necrons was here, along with the commanders of the superhuman warrior legions involved in the war and the Primarchs at the front.
Not a single person present was a projection.
There were so many people that the Tyran Navy had even used spatial expansion technology to enlarge the bridge's interior enough to hold them all.
Yet, strangely, this enormous meeting was steeped in utter silence.
"I believe we can begin the meeting," Lion said from the Imperium's side, addressing the Tyranids opposite him. "Isn't your Lord of Tyran omniscient and omnipotent? He should know the precise contents of this meeting."
"The Lord of Tyran must attend a meeting of this importance," Grey replied to Lion. "We can discuss inconsequential matters first."
"There are no inconsequential matters anymore." Lion shook his head with a smile.
The crowd continued waiting.
Fros, Regimental Commander of the Lamenters' attached heavy breakthrough regiment within the Blood Angels Legion, stood amid a vast gathering of Space Marines of his own rank.
Fros looked around, seeming eager and excited.
He had not seen Qin Mo for some time and rather missed that generous commander, worthy of both respect and reverence.
After Fros had looked about for a while, the Custodian on the Tyranid side received a message.
Grey then said to everyone, "The Lord of Tyran has ordered us to begin the meeting first. He does not wish for this meeting to be delayed because of his own lateness."
Lion had been thinking the same thing. "Good."
Seeing this, Fros was somewhat disappointed.
But when the Regimental Commander's gaze happened to fall to his side, he suddenly saw the Lord of Tyran.
Qin Mo was standing right beside him.
The people around