There were almost no living people left on T'au. The planet's energy systems had shut down, and collapsed, burning buildings covered its surface.
Perhaps the underground survival systems would evolve into a new social structure in the future. Amalaga found that interesting, but he had no time for such an entertaining experiment.
With a quiet sigh, Amalaga checked the corpse reserves in his continental containment chamber. He figured he could still stitch together several hundred million degraded bodies, which would suffice for now.
Amalaga prepared to open a Warp rift and sail from the Formless Wastes to wherever he wished to go.
But the rift failed to open. He felt the weakened veil here strengthen once more, while also experiencing the agony of a soul dying.
"Necrontyr..." Amalaga immediately identified the cause. Facing these true masters of the galaxy, he had no confidence at all in fighting them now.
Space was torn apart, but this was entirely different from a Warp rift. A square hyperspatial gateway opened, and several gigantic warships flew out.
These engineering marvels, forged from Blackstone and living metal, glimmered with dangerous green light. The mere sight of them made Amalaga's scalp prickle.
Those humans believed that the Necrontyr tomb ships represented the pinnacle of their stellar might, but Amalaga knew otherwise.
These true overseers hidden on the dark side of the galaxy were the inheritors of the Necrontyr dynasties' stellar power...
These ships were shaped like pyramids. Their immense size and outrageous mass made them seem like black holes. Amalaga could see with his naked eye that space around these floating golden towers had already warped severely.
"This is the Executioner Dynasty... Inamars, Law Emperor... Lawbreaker... destruction..."
Deep within the pyramid, a massive metallic Necron noble holding a reaper scythe sat upon his cold throne. Guards