Center of the Milky Way.
As the battlefield of the final apocalyptic war, this place had itself become a dead, silent expanse filled with void and planetary dust. There was no life here, nor were there any planets.
The Necrontyr worked here, gathering scattered debris and constructing ring-shaped gates. Whenever Lin Fan believed he had finished composing a complete worldview, one of those gates would be thoroughly transformed by some inexplicable force, becoming a bridge between the Warhammer world and another world.
The effort the Necrontyr had poured into this was unimaginable. The resources and energy consumed over this brief period exceeded the total their dynasties had spent over the past tens of millions of years.
Even Trazyn, who loved exploration, had not left the center of the Milky Way. He meticulously recorded every step of the Necrontyr's gate construction, calling the instant the gates lit up the beginning of new hope descending upon this dark universe.
Looking at the gate glowing with a faint white light, even the Silent King could not help but feel exhilarated.
Following the logic of things, after defeating the gods of the Warp, they would soon descend into civil war. The Milky Way had too few resources and too many powerful factions.
A school of dragonfish fighting over a small pool would surely slaughter one another without restraint. Then, amid their pools of blood, the defeated Chaos Gods would return, and everything would revert to how it had been.
Now that they had the gates, the opportunity to reach parallel Milky Ways—even entirely new galaxies—lay before them.
Broader living space, and perhaps even more terrifying enemies worthy of uniting the strength of many races, awaited beyond those gates.
The question now was: who would enter the gate?
The world beyond had been clearly written