Huron was happily toying with two Tesseract Labyrinths.
He had originally thought The Burning One was the only Shard of the C'tan present. He had never expected that the dimensional shift dividing the battlefield had also been the work of another shard.
He had thought it was some exotic Necron technology.
Still, that worked out nicely. One round of bait had landed him two Shards of the C'tan. What a windfall.
Especially since one was practically an inexhaustible energy source while the other specialized in spatial and dimensional abilities. They were simply a match made in heaven for the Alliance.
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After contentedly stowing the Tesseract Labyrinths in his domain, Huron also transported Ozakhan and the other Necron nobles before him.
Faced with having his life entirely in someone else's hands, the Lord Regent's metal skull somehow took on a faintly ingratiating look. "Er, could we settle this peacefully?"
"Now? You've got to be joking."
After teasing him a little, Huron changed tack. "Do you want to die or live?"
"Live," the Lord Regent said immediately.
Although he had a backup of his mind on the Throne World and could resurrect back at his base if he died.
But against an emerging civilization whose psyker power rivaled the former Ancient Eldar Empire and which possessed two Shards of the C'tan, he hardly believed hiding at home would keep him safe.
Besides, his opponent might well possess technology that could prevent his resurrection.
If they intercepted the transmission of his mental data, the newly resurrected Lord Regent would be nothing more than a counterfeit.
Without the restrictions of a control protocol, the Lord Regent naturally made survival his first priority.
He already regretted not reporting this matter to the Silent King beforehand.
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