The Silent King had no interest in The Deceiver's mocking riddles. He ordered the fleet to open fire on The Deceiver. Weapons never before seen by the Imperium of Man activated deep within the void pyramids, stretching waves capable of tearing all things apart into strands as fine as nanometers and hurling them at The Deceiver like heavy bolts from a ballista.
The tearing force was not something The Deceiver dared take head-on, even though he had set up ritual grounds deep within countless hive cities of the Imperium of Man to disperse the damage.
"Let us see how the dice fall." The Deceiver cast the dice, and before the result emerged, the tearing force could not move even an inch.
Clink, clatter—the result was revealed.
"Oh, a failure." The Deceiver showed the result to the Silent King, and the tearing force immediately spread and dissolved like a thread drifting into water.
Fortunately, the Necrontyr had never lacked experience fighting the C'tan. The intelligence the Imperium of Man had tested with countless lives had long since been firmly in their grasp.
The dynasty technomancers exerted their power in unison. The Blackstone shell of a pyramid became covered in countless technological runes, and violent energy acted directly upon the level of laws, forcibly reversing the result cast by The Deceiver.
Crack. One die jumped, displaying a number different from before. This successfully caused the disintegrating tearing force to gather once more and stab viciously into The Deceiver.
Half of The Deceiver's body was torn apart. He let out a wail and redirected more of the tearing force onto his followers. Across countless worlds of the Imperium of Man, The Deceiver operated under different identities. Sometimes he was a highly respected bishop, sometimes a fearless general, and sometimes a quick-witted politician. Through