The Foundations of an Old Hegemon

Megalith King stood on the throne of the Tomb Worlds, watching the light screen before him crack for no apparent reason.

"???"

The gray, misty humanoid was tightly wrapped in a golden storm. Dante held the Bīgong Spear, while Lin En swung a Dimensional Slash.

The spear and lightning struck at the same time, blasting the Deceiver Shard into a cloud of mist.

Then the Emperor's envoy and the Blood Angels looked through the signals remaining in the light screen, staring straight this way.

The light screen flickered a few times before the signal cut out.

For fuck's sake.

Megalith King's hand gripped the armrest of the throne tightly.

These humans really were frightening to the Necrons at times.

...What are we waiting for?

Death?

The Necrons had always possessed excellent survival instincts.

The moment things looked bad, they turned around and ran.

Megalith King rose from his throne.

He raised one hand and pressed it into the void. A green central control hub emerged from thin air, and the entire Tomb World began to rumble.

"Activate the World Engine."

His attendants began running in all directions. "Yes!"

Rich in resources and possessing technology left over from the War in Heaven, the Necrons had equipped an entire planet with a complete set of inertialess engines and spacetime devices, allowing it to travel faster than light freely among the stars.

These things came from the War in Heaven. They were relics from tens of millions of years ago, older than the Imperium, older than humanity, older than every currently living species. Sixty million years ago, monkeys had not even evolved on Earth.

An old hegemon had deep foundations.

Other forces had to flee with their fleets. They could flee with an entire planet.

The laws of gravity were forcibly rewritten here.