Foolish upstarts, overestimating themselves.
—The great Silent King, Szarekh.
Pale golden Warp-light spread across part of the Eye of Silence, where countless sparks glittered like stars and gears roared as fortifications sank deep into the yellow earth.
"..."
Szarekh raised his head and looked toward the region filled with static. Psychic signals were always discordant. They needed to be blocked.
The silver-white skeleton opened his mouth, yet found himself at a loss for words before this sight.
"Overestimating themselves..."
The Silent King's electronic voice crackled for a moment. Radio waves spread from around him like a rippling pale-green sea. Amid the scorched ruins blasted out by that shameless Trazyn, Szarekh rose in fury, gripping his scepter tight.
"Deploy the troops—carry out my will!"
Within the star region that had been seized in an instant, crescent-shaped vessels that had remained in the void away from the planets restarted. The order had been given. The galaxy's true ruler extended his hand.
Luminous green ion streams erupted. Every scimitar-shaped vessel could easily travel faster than light. The fleet gathered and charged directly toward the nearby planet where the human Primarchs were stationed.
A fleet vastly outnumbering the Imperium's ships advanced at tremendous speed. With a will devoid of mercy, blood, or tears, the Silent King was confident he could wipe out every fleet of the Imperium of Man. Before Necrontyr technology, even if humanity had stolen their techniques, it still could not replicate them perfectly.
There were no ships faster than those of the Necrontyr in this galaxy.
Within the sector, aside from human vessels near the planets, no other fleets were in sight. Humanity clearly knew it could not defeat the Necrontyr in naval warfare—
I'm calculating! Stop rushing me!
Inside the Pride of Macragge, signal lights flashed as urgent beeps