"Look at these despicable human apes. They still hid savage weapons created during that golden age of the past."
"Even after an internal dark age that nearly drove their species to extinction, they still preserved part of their legacy."
"Their ancestors truly had something remarkable about them. In merely tens of thousands of short years, they plucked several of the brightest pearls from the crown of science."
"If not for the restraints of that so-called alliance, perhaps what we should be doing now would be wiping out humanity while exterminating the Orks."
"After all, we had experience exterminating Greenskin Orks. Even those Krork had fallen resentfully beneath our strangulation, yet we had little experience dealing with humans."
It was not only human commanders such as Luthor who witnessed the Iron Hands decisively destroy the battle moons.
Claudius, Crowned General of the Nihilakh Dynasty, was also silently observing humanity's every move from afar through their projection devices.
The Crowned General's body was likewise composed of living metal, though it was far more precise and powerful than those of ordinary Necrons.
He stood around three meters tall, clad from head to toe in ancient ceremonial armor engraved with Necrontyr runes. A dark green metal cape behind him fluttered without wind.
The Crowned General held a double-bladed spear marked with the Triarch's emblem. It was both a ceremonial implement symbolizing his status and an exceptionally dangerous weapon of slaughter.
As he stood within the royal court of the World Engine, an aura belonging solely to nobility naturally emanated from him, setting him apart from the cold Lychguard around him.
Before undergoing biotransference, Claudius had been descended from Necrontyr nobility and had graduated with outstanding results from the Necrontyr civilization's most prestigious military academy.
He and Zahndrekh, the renowned Crowned General of the Sautekh