Without even needing to look closely, Tzeentch knew that the outcome indicated by the dice was utter failure. The Deceiver's power would cause the most unlikely disaster to quietly occur.
A Phaeron who had unleashed C'tan power suddenly found that his control over it was slipping. Before he could adjust it or upload his consciousness into the network, the power melted his body and shattered his mind.
The death of a Phaeron was a grievous loss to the Necrontyr. The dynasty under his command immediately fell silent, followed by Overlords and other surviving individuals fighting over the dynasty's inheritance.
Before the corpse had even gone cold, civil war erupted within the dynasty. No one could tolerate such a thing, so the Silent King forcibly took over what remained of the dynasty, ordering them to continue the offensive while dispatching others to retrieve the escaped C'tan power.
The moment Tzeentch acted, she achieved astonishing results. She looked at Lin Fan and found that he still had not moved. Mocking him now would seem like a sign of insecurity, so Tzeentch merely gave a couple of villainous chuckles befitting her identity, continuing to shake the dice in her hand with an expression of total control.
Deep within the Necrontyr fleet, the Void Dragon, whose body Lin Fan had reshaped, had already finished tens of thousands of huge cans of concentrated energy drinks. Brimming with energy, he was ready to enter the battlefield.
Before vanishing, he pointed at the Silent King and emphasized, "I'm only helping you because Tzeentch is even more hateful."
The Silent King nodded, indicating that everything he said was correct. The Void Dragon snorted coldly, his living-metal body merging directly into the ground before emerging on the surface of another pyramid tens of thousands of kilometers away.
The Void