228. I Reckon Stars Can Be Thrown
Eye of Silence
Stars moved at its fingertips.
The Silent King, great Szarekh, sat upon his throne. The entire Necron race served as an extension of his consciousness, carrying out the king's commands.
Within the Eye of Silence, countless stars were being dragged by immense force, flung from their courses or pulled deeper into their systems. Under the Silent King's command, countless star systems were undergoing such alterations.
On key nodal planets, innumerable Canoptek Scarabs began to hum. The once-ruined Blackstone Obelisks started to restore themselves, and vast, ancient waves—seemingly echoing from primordial ages—spread outward, enveloping the entire Eye of Silence in a powerful anti-Psychic Power field.
The anti-Psychic Power domain across the Eye of Silence was reviving. When it did, every living being would be suppressed.
This was the Silent King's open scheme.
How could the Imperium of Man invade this place? How could they establish a foothold here? They would not even be able to station forces or build a front line, much less achieve victory.
Yet in sectors of the Eye of Silence not yet covered by the anti-Psychic Power field, small pockets of dense Psychic Power mist still appeared—this was normal.
Upon his throne, the Silent King remained silent. His code and commands rippled outward, passed to slaves who had no need to think. In recent days, countless Necron Phaerons and overlords had knelt before him, swearing loyalty to Szarekh.
Thus far, compared to the Necrons who had only recently awakened, nearly sixty percent of all Necrons had revived. Excluding dynasties infected by the Flayer virus and those that had entirely lost combat capability, nearly fifty percent of the dynasties remained able to fight.
Of these, half had pledged their loyalty to the Silent King. Another thirty percent had