Tzeentch felt exactly this way. The Great Game she had been so obsessed with had yet to bring her much pleasure, and the intense negative feedback had even made her regret joining it.
No... I can't admit defeat before the Subjective One just like this... There are still so many things I haven't tried.
Tzeentch shook her head. Bai Huan's face dissolved like slime, with quite a bit of it even flinging off. Lin Fan merely raised an eyebrow at the sight and did not ask further questions, assuming only that Tzeentch's divine powers were clashing within her body.
In truth, Tzeentch's expenditure was immense. She had to suppress the divine power within her body while controlling an even larger number of Degraded Ones. Without Tzeentch's control, these things could not execute intricate unit coordination and could only mindlessly swarm forward like headless insects.
Damn the Silent King... Damn the Void Dragon...
A sharp pain lanced through Tzeentch's head. Thousands of Degraded One production zones had been uprooted by the Silent King, and millions of Degraded Ones were being crushed into powder beneath the Necrontyr advance every second. If the Degraded Dynasty had not been equally troublesome, the Silent King and the Void Dragon alone could have charged straight to the core.
The vast separation between the front and rear made reinforcement exceedingly difficult. Tzeentch could only rely on the forces she had originally scattered across the battlefield to engage the newly arrived Imperium troops, preventing them from joining forces with the Necrontyr.
As she considered this, the Deathmarks originally meant to slaughter the landing forces had already reached the base of the metal walls. In the end, Tzeentch could only irritably order the Deathmarks to tear open the metal walls and confront Fulgrim, Lorgar, and the others head-on.
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