With that in mind, Lin Fan began talking trash. He compared Tzeentch to the Laughing God Cegorach, saying her skill at toying with others was far inferior to that of this Joker.
Tzeentch gave two sinister chuckles, but that was all. She did not lose her head in anger like Khorne had in the early years.
"This is only the beginning." As Tzeentch spoke, she canceled production of the other Nightbringers in the rear cultivation vats. Since Subjective One had a way to deal easily with such powerful yet rare units, there was no need for her to stubbornly keep throwing herself against them.
Empowered by the Void Dragon, the Necrontyr fleet tore apart every degraded warship formation summoned by Tzeentch and swiftly approached the edge of the chessboard-like battlefield. At the same time, the forces of the other civilizations behind the Necrontyr fleet also began moving. They would launch their landing operations.
The Necrontyr fleet formed a ring-like defensive formation, cutting off all degraded warships attempting to harass them. Their vessels also deployed vast numbers of warriors and Canoptek constructs deep into the battlefield to fight the degraded Necrontyr dynasties. Amid those towering artificial mountains, green light never ceased. The peaks of countless mountains visibly vanished at rapid speed, leaving only outlines for the mind to fill in.
"We will cut off the enemy's reinforcements here. I hope you can keep pace with our progress." Standing beside The Emperor, Trazyn conveyed the Silent King's intentions. As an old collector, a Necrontyr noble who had even hired large numbers of humans to help manage his museum, he naturally became the envoy linking the Necrontyr and humanity.
"This is too vast." Rogal Dorn assessed the battlefield before them from the bridge. "If a planet were compared to a crumpled ball of