At the end of that same year, the Alliance's Crusade Fleet against the Suhabel Dynasty finished assembling.
The fleet was not particularly large, numbering only a little over two billion ships.
But all of them were new-model warships built with vast quantities of spirit element, accompanied by several New Lights of Hope made from the same material.
The more than five billion Alliance citizens accompanying them were all elite combat citizens: Ascendants at minimum, empowered by personal celestial bodies in the ten-billion-tonne class, with Gene Locks at the upper fourth level.
Since the Necrons stood at the pinnacle of the physical universe and possessed Shards of the C'tan, the Alliance naturally intended to deal with them using psyker power.
Otherwise, wouldn't all those years of developing psyker power have been wasted?
One of the Crusade Fleet's two vanguard commanders was Corian, who had already stepped down from office.
Ever since Vanessa took over the Alliance's affairs, great and small, Corian had finally escaped Huron's clutches and rejoined the fighting ranks he loved.
The other vanguard commander was naturally Valens, who had spent a long time honing himself.
During the pacification of the Maelstrom, only the stubborn Khorne Daemon Army had chosen to confront the Alliance head-on, thwarting his hopes of taking the opportunity to fight Slaanesh's daemon army.
So, after the new cultivation system appeared, he became an Ascendant at remarkable speed, then plunged into Emperor Chan's domain to begin an unrestricted fighting tournament against every kind of monster imaginable.
After nearly twenty years of bloody combat, his soul strength had almost reached the level of a low-ranking Greater Daemon.
That strength might have been unremarkable in the Warp, but in realspace...
Hopefully, the Suhabel Dynasty possessed sufficiently powerful anti-psyker weapons.
"Chapter Master, aren't you coming with us?" Corian asked