But clearly, the Machine Empire had far more than a hundred ships. More warships arrived on the battlefield through the Warp, completely surrounding the Necron fleet.
Mechanization, standardization, intelligent automation, assembly-line production.
The newborn Machine Empire unleashed terrifying production capacity. Every worthwhile planet could be exploited; even places with environments utterly hostile to ordinary life posed no problem for machines.
Forge Worlds sprang up one after another. Combined with technology from the former human Men of Iron's Forge Worlds, they churned out vast numbers of mechanical legions and fleets every day, every second.
Their troop production rate could probably rival the Screw Clan and the Tyranids.
Although the Necron fleet was elite and powerful, it gradually fell behind as the machine fleet received endless reinforcements and grew stronger over time, gathering increasingly comprehensive combat data.
Honestly, Khorne did not particularly enjoy watching battles like this. The scale was merely a little larger. After all, times had changed. There were too many fierce battlefields throughout Segmentum Solar, like a season where every new anime was a masterpiece. There was simply no time to watch them all, and too much of the same thing grew tiresome.
The reason Khorne watched this place was simple: a worthy opponent was about to emerge.
A long black line shot out from a Necron warship, as though some entity had drawn a pencil stroke across the universe. Every warship of the Machine Empire was precisely sliced in half.
Then the black line began to sweep about. Nothing could stop it; anything in its path was cut apart, even enormous asteroids, moons, and planets.
After destroying swathes of the Machine Empire's warships, the thread gathered together into a pitch-black mass, like a hole torn in the universe that no light could illuminate.
A cloak extended from the