"You brought that here?"
"More or less."
Nicaros had never possessed a clear mind to begin with, and now he was stunned senseless once again.
Oukekaosi had brought the enemy right to his doorstep so brazenly. Did he have a death wish?
He was right.
Oukekaosi had indeed integrated a body.
That body was not merely for watching the other side meet its end. He intended to infiltrate the Nicaros Dynasty and prevent its spatial gate from closing.
This body of his was like a virus.
Naturally, Nicaros had also discovered Oukekaosi's objective.
Through some kind of program, the other party was slowly opening the gate that had originally been tightly shut.
Oukekaosi's own dynasty was gone anyway. If he could use the chaos to seize some of the Nicaros Dynasty's tools and make them his own, he could still rebuild.
After all, even after his death, the Triarch had never stopped persecuting him. Why should he remain loyal to the Necrontyr? Why should he continue fighting for them?
He was setting up Nicaros because he needed some of Nicaros's resources.
But Gamma World probably would not face a direct battlefield confrontation, so while Gamma World clashed with the Nicaros Necron Dynasty, he wanted to see whether he could transfer some of their tools away. To prepare his own dynasty, he would inevitably need vast quantities of tools and data. Those civilians were nothing more than useless streams of data to either Nicaros or Oukekaosi. What truly mattered were fleet protocols from space and the protocols for certain superweapons. "You're courting death! Oukekaosi, both you and your dynasty will pay for your stupidity!"
"You still think this is the old era." Oukekaosi looked toward where Nicaros had awakened and shook his head.
This was no longer the era of the