"Our enemies are not merely the toys fashioned by those crawling races before us."
"The Necrons are our enemies too."
"And formidable ones at that."
Mimic murmured meaningfully.
Qin Mo found himself agreeing completely once again.
He thought of another question.
That was how, after the War in Heaven ended, the Necrons had successfully ambushed the C'tan.
It seemed unbelievable.
If the Necrons represented the most advanced race in the material universe, then weapons based on physical laws could never have been effective in an ambush against the C'tan.
Even if the C'tan had been caught in civil war at the time—weak, arrogant, conceited, and careless.
Even if the Necrons had been bent on revenge.
What could not be done simply could not be done.
Using weapons created through physical laws that the C'tan could twist at will to shatter the C'tan was more absurd than killing an Astartes with a block of tofu.
At least frozen tofu, in the hands of a chosen one, really could kill an Astartes, because frozen tofu could be blessed as a weapon.
And then there was the World Reaper used by the Kallon Dynasty, the technology on the tomb Obelisks, and those Psychic Power-enhancing tactics that clashed completely with the Necrons' usual style...
The Necrons' instrument of revenge must have been Psychic Power—the very force that had driven the Void Dragon, the C'tan's representative of technology and combat strength, to develop Blackstone technology and build Blackstone Obelisks everywhere as patches.
"The war we are fighting is an extension of the War in Heaven."
Mimic suddenly spoke with feeling.
It had long held that belief.
From the C'tan's perspective, the wars between humanity, Chaos, and the various xenos were not struggles for racial survival, growth, or prosperity. They were merely extensions of the War