Phaeron Hemera stands in the center of the Tomb Ship podium, surrounded by a bright green energy halo, like a god from ancient times.
The strange decorations on his body trembled slightly, and the faint light seeping out caused slight distortions behind him.
Phaeron glanced coldly at the fleet that surrounded him, and took the initiative to initiate communication with both parties. The voice from Holographic Projection carried undoubted majesty.
"Silent King, Stormlord, Noskalan has never participated in your disputes. What is the purpose of being surrounded for no reason today?"
Szarekh is sitting on the metal Throne of Tomb Ship'Night’s Watch'. Even if it is just Holographic Projection, the figure reveals an endless sense of oppression. The dark green energy lines flowing on the surface of the ship rise and fall with his breathing.
"Phaeron Hemera? It's really strange. I need you to give me an explanation."
Szarekh's voice was low and cold, as if coming from under the eternal ice.
"Not long ago, my joint fleet with Imotekh suffered a strange attack here. The whereabouts of the fleet and a bunch of precious technological artifacts are unknown. At this time, your Noskalan fleet suddenly appeared here. The coincidence is too strange!"
The projection of Imotekh flickered with unstable phase light on the other side. He looked at Hemera and Szarekh strangely. The scepter knocked on the ground unconsciously, making an anxious metal tremble.
Countless thoughts flowed through his mind, and sparks of suspicion danced in his eyes.
Hemera didn't know that there were two huge Necrons fleets here before they arrived, let alone what Szarekh was talking about.
But the accusations and questions from Silent King made Hemera feel extremely unhappy. The green energy halo around him fluctuated violently, like Supernova about to explode.
"What do you want me to explain to you, Silent King? How can the King of Noskaland allow you to make groundless accusations! In the past, I might have answered your question immediately, but now you have no right to question me!"
Szarekh was silent for a while, observing the other party through Holographic Projection, his eyes seemed to be able to penetrate the image and see Phaeron Hemera himself.
There was a suffocating tension in the air, as if a fierce conflict was about to break out in the next second.
"Maybe this is a misunderstanding."
Szarekh broke the deadlock, but his tone was still cold.
"But you can't leave until the truth is revealed."
Imotekh also saw Hemera's confusion and dissatisfaction. He took a step forward and the projection rippled.
"Phaeron Hemera, maybe you can help me figure out what happened here and what happened to my fleet and warriors."
Stormlord obviously has a much gentler attitude than Silent King. He was thinking that he might be able to use Noskalan's Temporal Technology to solve the mystery.
Hemera also read the meaning of the two people's words and realized that they had suffered an unexpected and heavy loss here.
Not wanting to be attacked by two fleets, he agreed to Imotekh's request without hesitation.
After receiving the order from Phaeron, Noskaland's Dynasty Overlord Isidora started to arrange some strange-looking equipment with anger.
The surfaces of these devices are covered with strange spiral patterns, with constantly rotating energy prisms suspended at the top.
As the equipment started up, countless beams of light sank into this time-chaotic space, and Isidora's face began to look extremely ugly.
He had never seen such bad space-time damage.
Although there were many problems when studying space-time technology in the past, the damage caused by those accidents was far less bad than the situation here.
The long timeline is filled with all kinds of chaos and errors, like an ancient scroll with crazy scribbles.
Even just healing the wounds of time will take a lot of time. Broken time disintegrates everywhere, as if the foundation of a magnificent building has been blown away, and masonry and rubble are scattered everywhere.
What's worse is that the damage here goes deep into the past and future. When Isidora tried to read the timeline, what he saw was a distorted Chaos, like stirred ink, and there was no way to directly read more information from it.
They could only barely sort out the chaos in this area, but this was no easy task.
Szarekh and Imotekh are both anxiously waiting for Phaeron Hemera to inform them of the result. Their fleets are waiting around, and the atmosphere is extremely tense.
However, Isidora had no choice but to report what he found to Hemera.
"The information here has been completely erased from time. I can't even find any clues."
Isidora's voice was filled with shock and frustration that could not be concealed.
"The only thing we can know and confirm is that there was an attack here that clearly targeted time itself. Within the scope of this attack, Time Stream was torn into pieces. Those fragments were scattered in different time and space nodes, interfering with each other, forming a huge time chaos. The flow vortex. What's even more frightening is that these fragments are still eroding the surrounding timeline, just like the spread of cancer cells. In addition, we are destined to find nothing. All we can do at the moment is to correct the chaotic time to avoid more serious disasters caused by the space-time paradox."
Phaeron Hemera relayed Isidora's report to Szarekh and Imotekh, and the faces of the two Overlord became increasingly gloomy.
Countless possibilities were enumerated, but all were rejected one by one.
In this destroyed time and space, it seems that there is a pair of invisible hands that carefully planned all of this, erasing all clues, leaving only an unsolvable mystery.
Szarekh gripped the armrest of Throne, and Living Metal let out an overwhelmed moan.
"It seems that we have all underestimated the enemy."
Imotekh sighed helplessly and put away his previous hostility.
"In this case, we can only believe in Noskaland for the time being. But Phaeron, this matter will not end here. If you are found to be related to this matter in the future..."
Phaeron Hemera nodded slightly, and the green halo around him gradually subsided.
"Noskalan has no intention of getting involved in the dispute. I will let my men do their best to repair this space and time. If there are any new discoveries, I will inform you immediately."
In the end, both Szarekh and Imotekh had no choice but to accept this explanation. They knew that without conclusive evidence, it was meaningless to forcefully stay and start a war with the Nostharan Dynasty fleet.
And the enemies capable of launching such an attack are obviously not ordinary.
The two had to postpone the decisive battle between them, and fled into the void with their respective fleets and disappeared.
Although Iax does not know the specific events that will follow here, there are still lurking devices left in the distance using ultra-long-distance deep space scanning to constantly monitor this chaotic Starry Sky.
The chaotic energy flow is gradually calming down, and the signals of the Necrons fleet are leaving separately without a clear direction.
Time-Reversal Ship, who was used as the bomb, had been annihilated, and Star-Transmitter Titan Ship, who was responsible for launching it, was within the attack range and was lost in the attack launched by Men of Iron himself.
Regarding Necrons's technology, Iax maintains extreme caution, based on the analysis of the previous situation where Necrons attacked Time-Reversal Fleet and wiped out the abnormal time.
Iax knows that Necrons has the ability to do some incredible things, and the Necrons fleet that appeared before is likely to appear again.
In order not to attract Necrons's attention, the best way is to destroy the attackers together during the attack.