"Ilimanok, get ready. They're about to open fire."
After peering into the future once again to sneak a look at the enemy's next move, Lahkhoz warned Ilimanok to prepare for battle.
"Understood, honored Chronomancer," Ilimanok answered respectfully, but inwardly, he felt a trace of contempt for Lahkhoz.
Apparently, any random inferior race could leave Lahkhoz helpless. Even with everything he had, he could gain no advantage and could only meet them head-on.
In that case, I could simply cultivate my own Chronomancer to serve my interests.
Once something lost its divine mystique, respect and awe naturally vanished along with it.
That was also why Lahkhoz had not informed the Lord Regent directly, choosing instead to conspire privately with Ilimanok to eliminate the enemy.
Of course, while Ilimanok plotted to replace Lahkhoz, Lahkhoz was also plotting to get rid of Ilimanok.
Otherwise, if Ilimanok survived, he would possess leverage that could shatter Lahkhoz's invincible reputation, putting his exalted status in jeopardy.
Even with a formidable enemy before them, even after that enemy had demonstrated conventional combat capabilities on par with the Necrons, the Necrons were still scheming against one another.
It was hard to say who the inferior race really was.
By comparison, the Alliance had none of those convoluted intrigues.
As both fleets continued maneuvering, the distance between them steadily shrank.
When less than two light-days remained between them, the Crusade Fleet launched its first volley.
Under Vanessa's control, the Unmanned Warships at the very front began firing their Supernova Cannons in rapid succession.
The turrets, constructed from spirit element and spirit gold, were exceptionally well made and structurally robust. Even sustained fire at one shot every ten minutes would not overheat them.
In an instant, Near-Lightspeed Shells teleported through psyker power, appearing directly in front of the Necron fleet.