The Noble One
(Self-designed Necrontyr weapons, self-designed Necrontyr lore. Forgot to mention that the Tyranid lore from two chapters ago was also something I made up, because GW really never filled in those gaps, so I had no choice but to make it up.)
You knew your own greatness.
The galaxy bowed before you.
The stars trembled, yet they were no more than child's play in your eyes.
An enormous slab of Blackstone paved the floor, forming a road toward glory and power. Dark green runes flowed across it, converging from beneath the knees of kneeling subjects toward the mountaintop. The throne towered high, its sharp peaks piercing the royal hall. A darkness deeper than the galaxy itself manifested here. Beneath the armrests, which coiled like pythons, every scale was set with treasures rarer than anything found across an entire galaxy.
The king stopped tapping the armrest.
"Provoking me... provoking the Necrontyr. Is it truly so amusing?"
The whisper echoed through the royal hall. The Necrons fell utterly silent. To remove their stupidity, the Silent King had been forced to make certain concessions in his fury. For the time being, he had allowed them to "forget" their intolerable personalities.
Only the quiet hum of their thought-centers remained.
"Silent King!!!"
Trazyn shrieked at full volume. Part of his fleet had been scattered by the Silent King's sudden assault, forcing the Infinite One into an immediate and humiliating retreat.
"He used a forbidden weapon—damn it, wasn't that weapon covered by the very ban he signed himself?!!!! Weren't those World Engines destroyed?!!!"
Trazyn gritted his teeth. The engines within his body ran beyond maximum capacity as he forcibly led his fleet away from the Silent King's ultralong-range attack and began withdrawing at once.
At the same time, the Necron practically stumbled