"Still not giving up?"
The gently edged, crescent-shaped flyer glided over the shuddering void. The stars had already faded, replaced by an endless sea of bugs.
The Endless One's ship would normally fly a lot faster than it looked. Glowing green arcs lit up along its wings, and the living metal upon them was far more active than usual.
"Truly a terrifying magnitude."
Trazyn muttered to himself. The Necron Overlord who had self-proclaimed himself Phaeron waved his staff, and the next moment, a bright green flash swept across this sea of bugs. The Endless One's fleet sliced through the Tyranids' seemingly endless fleet groups like a pair of smooth scissors. The cut-off corpses of the Xenos continued to slam forward from momentum, their trailing tentacles still twitching as they slid.
Brilliant bright-green fluorescence lit up on the neatly severed cross-sections of the Tyranids, and steam-like clusters of particles rose instead of the expected spatter of biomass juices.
These clusters of particles, representing mass, gradually drifted away from the Tyranids' bodies, much like some kind of invisible little bugs gnawing on these remains.
When facing the swarm, Gauss rays were still the most suitable choice.
Trazyn waved his staff again, issuing his commands. The Endless One's fleet seemed to enter a deserted realm amidst the swarm, their crescent sickle-blades rampaging and directly slicing every creature that blocked their path in half.
In terms of naval warfare, even in decline, the Necrons remained the absolute overlords of naval combat in this galaxy. Their ships possessed absolute numerical superiority, and anyone trying to barely rival them could only rely on psychic power or sheer numbers.
"What on earth are they looking for? Is the Underking that attractive to the Tyranids?"
Trazyn looked back, glancing through the porthole at the Underking rising from the