Without a word, the Phaeron beside him slammed the butt of his War Scythe down, turning his sovereign's fury into a cold execution order:
"Royal Wrath. World Engine primary weapon arrays, unrestricted output. Destroy those fleeing vermin."
The cores of the three immense World Engines once again erupted with cataclysmic green light.
But just as their main guns were about to cross the void and tear through the Imperial Fleet's jump wakes, Liu Zhipeng made an utterly insane decision.
He relinquished all control over that immense power.
BOOM!!!
The universe seemed to lose all sound at that instant.
A true golden supernova detonated in the Khalifa System.
A terrifying wave of energy swept across the entire battlefield with unstoppable force. The destructive beams the three World Engines had just gathered met the torrent head-on. Their firing sequences were forcibly interrupted, triggering violent internal secondary explosions.
Hundreds of nearby Necron warships were flung away like leaves in a gale. Their living metal armor melted agonizingly under the extreme heat and distortion of reality, reformed, then melted again, until it finally overloaded and shut down completely.
Even the impregnable Ruling Throne's outer blackstone force field gave off a teeth-grating crack as it buckled under the strain, and the throne was driven back thousands of kilometers.
Szarekh gripped the Throne's blackstone armrests so tightly that his living metal knuckles sank into them.
When the golden light, bright enough to burn eyes blind, finally faded, Liu Zhipeng had vanished completely amid the raging spatial turbulence.
The Imperial Fleet had long since disappeared without a trace under cover of the explosion.
The boundless void returned to deathly silence, leaving only the devastated Necron fleet.
Szarekh stared into the empty abyss in silence for a long time. His logic protocols were rapidly assessing the absurdity of