Silence reigned on the bridges of every Aeldari warship in orbit.
Vect watched the staggering scene on the main screen, unconsciously crushing the cup in his hand to dust.
"Notify every Craftworld and Kabal..." he told the adjutant beside him, his voice almost dreamlike. "Set all our propaganda machinery in motion. I want every Aeldari to see this."
After Liu Zhipeng displayed his godlike might and wiped out the planet's main resistance, vast engineering forces began landing.
Giant Wraith constructs and the artisan slaves of Commorragh began work on this death world under their respective lords' command. Mountain-sized components were unloaded from transports one after another, then assembled.
A planet-sized, Necron-style Obelisk shimmering with black light began rising from the purified ground at a pace visible to the naked eye.
The same scene unfolded on the other three death worlds. Repeating the process, Liu Zhipeng single-handedly swept away the small Chaos forces entrenched on the node planets of Nurgle, Tzeentch, and Slaanesh with overwhelming force. His strength had surpassed the comprehension of mortals and even daemons.
Yet construction on such a scale, right in the face of the Eye of Terror, finally drew the attention of the true rulers deep within the Warp.
The Four Gods were enraged.
Endless daemon legions poured from the Eye of Terror like floodwaters bursting through a dam, surging toward the four planets where construction was underway.
Liu Zhipeng commanded from the central Ulthwé flagship, directing the vast Aeldari alliance like an unhurried chess player.
The enormous Aeldari fleet immediately split into four forces and sped toward their respective battlefields. An unprecedented battle to attack and defend the four nascent Blackstone Spires had begun.
Yet the Chaos offensive was far fiercer than anticipated. The daemons seemed endless, crashing against the Aeldari defensive lines in wave