Work Was Dull and Tedious

And deep inside the Silent King flagship, a Necrons record officer is working.

He is specifically responsible for sorting out battlefield information and injecting data from each battle into the database of the Necron Empire.

His body is the latest model, the processor is the most advanced, and the memory array is the largest.

His job is dull and boring, but important.

Because the data of each battle may become valuable experience for future wars.

Ten minutes ago, he had just finished recording the last batch of battlefield information.

There is enough information, including real-time data on tens of thousands of combat units, ballistic trajectories of billions of attacks, and millions of Necron Warriors death records.

He has been processing it for ten full minutes, and the processor is getting a little warm.

He plans to take a break before recording the next batch.

But he had just archived the last batch of data, and before he had time to close the interface, a torrent of information converged along the Necrons intranet.

The amount of information was so large that his processor was instantly overloaded.

His memory array was filled up in 0.1 seconds, his logic array started reporting errors in 0.2 seconds, and his emotion simulation system completely collapsed in 0.3 seconds.

What did he see?

He saw five million Necron Warriors death records, each one detailed to the millisecond level.

He saw the battle trajectories of 250,000 blue figures, each of which was too complex for his processor to parse.

He saw the battle data of Blade Phaeron. The data was so huge, complex, and chaotic that his logic array could not process it at all.

Almost every Necrons's death energy was poured into his brain at the same moment.

The most devastating thing among them was when Blade Phaeron faced Titus's technique, which was like a violent storm attack.

Every movement of that attack has thousands of variations, and each variation has tens of thousands of possibilities, and each possibility leads to the same ending - the defeat of Blade Phaeron.

His top processor couldn't analyze the war data of that battle in a short time.

His cooling system was running wild, his alarm array was screaming, and his core temperature was soaring.

Then, he stopped thinking.

Stop thinking completely.

Green smoke began to appear from his head, which was the residue after the coolant boiled. It was proof that Necron Technology's top creation was overloaded.

After a long time, his processor finally restarted.

He looked at the torrent of information that was still pouring in, at the battle data that was still continuing, and at the endless battlefield records that could never be processed.

Then he made a decision - he hurriedly reported to Silent King and requested that the information be given to Silent King for review.

Silent King is handling military affairs in other war zones on the throne.

His fingers crossed over the holographic projection, calling up various data, analyzing various intelligence, and issuing various orders.

Its processor is the most powerful of the Necron Empire, and its computing power is enough to process real-time data from thousands of war zones at the same time.

He saw the Recorder's request and expressed some disdain for it.

Are there too many human monkeys in this group?

Too much information leads to too much information. This has happened before.

The processors of those recording officers are not enough, and they are often needed to help process some particularly large data sets.

He opened the software directly, preparing to process the information in a few seconds before continuing to deal with other military affairs.

The next second, the most advanced computer brain in the universe came to a standstill.

The amount of information is too much.

It was so big that it took his processor a full half a second to complete the preliminary analysis.

That's not just a question of quantity, but a question of quality.

Each blue warrior's combat data is so complex that it requires the use of his advanced analysis array.

Every second of battlefield records requires in-depth analysis by his logic array.

And that battle had lasted for several hours.

His processor is running wildly, his analysis array is outputting at full capacity, and his logic is analyzing at high speed.

It took him one minute and seventeen seconds to finally process all the information.

Then he fell silent.

There was a long silence.

His fingers stopped on the holographic projection, his eyes staring at the final analysis conclusion, and his core processor was repeatedly confirming that conclusion.

He came to the conclusion that they were completely defeated in this battle.

All the military strength of Blade Phaeron, who was almost the same as him, was completely defeated.

The five million Necrons army was completely wiped out.

Three thousand Reaper-class Battleship were destroyed, and 2,200 were destroyed.

Of the 20,000 Ghost Ark, 18,000 were sunk.

Blade Phaeron himself was defeated head-on by Titus.

The loss of Imperium of Man is zero.

It's not almost none, it's absolutely zero.

Silent King sat on the throne, unable to regain consciousness for a long time.

His emotional simulation system was running wild, trying to understand this conclusion.

But his logical array told him that this conclusion was correct, unquestionable, and irrefutable.

He opened his mouth to say something, but found that nothing could come out.

His lips moved for a long time before he finally managed to squeeze out a sentence.

The voice was very low, so low that only he could hear it, and so low that even his emotion simulation system couldn't determine what emotion it was.

But every Necrons who heard this sentence felt the deep-seated helplessness.

"What the hell is this bunch of stuff?"

Silent King sat on the throne and did not move for a long time.

His fingers stopped on the control interface of the holographic projection, and his pair of green eyes stared at the final analysis conclusion, motionless.

His emotional simulation system is running at the highest frequency, trying to extract some acceptable meaning from this pile of cold numbers.

But every operation, every deduction, every logical judgment points to the same result.

Lost.

Total defeat.

An army of five million Necrons, three thousand Reaper-class Battleship, twenty thousand Ghost Ark, and one of the Three Saintss he personally appointed, the close combat commander Blade Phaeron·Mesophit--all were defeated by 250,000 human Space Marines.

And the human loss is zero.

Zero casualties.

Silent King's lips moved slightly, but no sound came out.

He remembered War in Heaven 60 million years ago.

At that time, he also experienced failure, faced desperate situations, and was crumbling in the Old Ones Psionic Energy storm.

But at that time, his enemy was the gods, the ancient beings who created countless races throughout Milky Way.

But now, his enemy is a young race that was born less than ten thousand years ago, a group of short-lived creatures that have not even fully evolved their souls.

His fingers began to tap the armrest, the rhythm slow and heavy, like the beat of a funeral drum.