"My lord!"
"My lord!"
They watched Cisrain emerge from the space tomb.
Then the ground seemed to collapse.
The Necrons buried here by those Necrontyr dynasties had all been taken away by the Silent King.
"My lord!"
A crowd gathered around him, seemingly checking Cisrain's injuries and whether he had fought the other side.
But Cisrain merely waved a hand slightly, not taking any of it to heart.
"Don't worry. They've all left."
"My lord, why did they come here? If the Necrons weren't here to go to war with us, then what was their purpose?"
The Necrons' sudden visit left them feeling uneasy.
"It's nothing. Ignore them. For now, the Necrons won't be our enemies."
Even so, Cisrain did not fully trust the Necrons. After all, they had once ruled the entire universe. Any promise they made came with an expiration date. Their visit had, for the time being, also removed the sword hanging over Gamma World's head.
"My lord! Reports have arrived from the western war zone. We discovered widespread signs of Chaos activity among planetary regions a thousand light-years away. They used some kind of virus to infect worlds and drew in the minions of certain Chaos daemons. We carried out a degree of cleansing in the area, but afterward discovered that a strange virus seemed to have infected our soldiers. We have quarantined them."
"A new virus?"
Chaos truly refused to be quiet for even a minute.
It had barely been any time, and this had already happened.
Forget it. Let the Imperium wear itself out dealing with them.
Gamma World had more important matters to attend to. "Securely expand the surrounding territory, then send fleets out to continue gathering minerals. Assemble a fleet of around fifty thousand men—the scale of an army group."
"An army