The Void Dragon shard registered a profound shock.
It completely failed to validate its own optical telemetry, remaining utterly incredulous of the variables manifesting before its scanners; yet the event tracking across the battlefield was an undeniable material reality.
The Death Korps of Krieg had successfully penetrated the defensive perimeter of a Necron Obelisk. Leveraging nothing more than their own fragile biological frames and comically primitive ballistic artillery, they had systematically forced the retreat of an empire that had sat comfortably within the absolute peak tier of galactic military mastery for tens of millions of cycles.
"Those specific entities... their kinetic deployment genuinely forces my memory cores to recall the ancient wars."
The Void Dragon shard flashed back to the cataclysms of its prime, recalling fields where disparate organic infantry matrices had desperately committed their physical shells in a futile bid to shatter the unyielding dominion of iron.
Truly magnificent.
Naturally, even if the Krieg guardsmen possessed the necessary structural interfaces to interpret the star god's highly elevated assessment of their martial efficiency, the data transfer would prompt zero psychological satisfaction; the solitary evaluation carrying absolute validity across their programming was that issued by the Golden King upon the throne of Holy Terra.
Strangely, the Void Dragon shard cataloged a trace of genuine empathy toward these short-lived human strains; these carbon-based units harbored a basic, instinctual drive to preserve their biological longevity, yet the grim layout of this universe rendered that fundamental ambition mathematically unachievable.
Flagging the manifestation of such a thoroughly ridiculous emotional sub-routine within its central logic, the star god unspooled a self-mocking telepathic transmission: "Great Devourer... cast your sensors upon your current state, and analyze the behavioral patterns of that male partner asset of yours. The absurd psychological contamination he has introduced across our collective nodes is monumentally vast; now, even my divine matrix is degenerating into a state of severe, human-like weakness."
The star god soared into the upper atmosphere. The solitary tactical highlight scoring this entire warzone was that specific cadre of flesh-and-blood infantrymen who had managed to annex an active Obelisk, successfully finalizing their offensive operation even under a merciless orbital bombardment rained down by a Necron Megalith.
Regrettably, identical defensive structures and macro-garrisons populated every coordinate grid across this star system; these pathetic biological strains remained permanently shackled to an absolute directive of impending annihilation.
Reaching peak altitude, the Void Dragon shard locked its targeting arrays onto three adjacent Obelisk clusters.
Its primary strategic algorithm singled out the weakest structural node among the trio.
It executed a steep, high-velocity dive vector. The microsecond its glowing framework materialized directly before the massed Necron Warriors, those mindless mechanical thralls—whose autonomous wills had been entirely overwritten by the hard-coded parameters of their dynastic masters—simultaneously snapped their head-cores upward. Even though they completely lacked the independent cognitive processors to analyze the event, the underlying instincts woven into their necrodermis overrode their stasis dampeners.
Every independent Necron unit across the front began to vocalize its ancient, terrifying true title.
The Void Dragon! Mag'ladroth!
Radiating a volatile, infinite matrix of unadulterated hatred and vengeful fury, even the most baseline, low-tier Necron automaton exploded with a supreme urge to destroy the primordial entity that had historically participated in the macro-scale consumption of their species' souls.
Concurrently, those elite Necron assets possessing a minor threshold of autonomous logic entered a state of severe confusion: By what mechanical justification has an uncontained C'tan shard—traditionally shackled to serve as a weaponized slave of the dynasties—spontaneously manifested across this theater?
The Necron commanders commanding network access verified that supreme sector command had authorized zero deployments of weaponized C'tan shards to reinforce this specific campaign; the localized human resistance completely lacked the threat index required to justify the deployment of such an unstable cosmic asset.
Furthermore, this specific Star God shard completely lacked any visible containment matrices or hyper-dimensional suppression tethers, projecting the distinct behavioral signature of a completely unchained rogue entity.
Processing the catastrophic reality of the variable, the localized Necron director rapidly synchronized a priority command, ordering all active legions to redirect their entire kinetic output to enforce the immediate neutralization of the monster.
The Void Dragon shard treated the incoming storm of high-intensity gauss streams with absolute indifference. Existing completely independent of physical pain parameters and shielded by an unadulterated Star God exterior plating, its vessel was functionally immune to standard physical weapons—excluding, naturally, the absolute peak of hyper-advanced Necron dimensional tech and the reality-defying, logic-breaking bio-engineering matrices of the Tyranid species.
Staring down at the legions advancing to breach its coordinates under the dual drive of systemic hatred and hard-coded tactical directives, the star god declined to even deploy the Void Dragon Spear. Merely as a function of its physical proximity, the unconstrained electromagnetic storms radiating from its framework systematically deconstructed, pulverized, and re-routed the Necron chassis into its primary structure, accelerating its own energy indices.
Desperate to anchor the collapsing line, the Necron command network finalized the activation vector for their ultimate battlefield asset—a doomsday construct originally archived to neutralize top-tier planetary threats.
A colossal, spider-like mechanical leviathan marched onto the field, prompting a highly subtle, amused modulation across the Void Dragon's facial panels. It completely refused to classify the incoming armor unit as a threat to its longevity, irrespective of the fact that the platform was equipped with heavy weapons capable of tearing structural rifts across the dimensional fabric.
Standard parameters.
A Seraptek Heavy Construct—though the physical scale of this specific asset had clearly undergone significant engineering modifications, rendering its chassis monumentally larger than a standard Imperial Warlord Titan.
Under normal realspace conditions, if an adversary brought a Bio-Titan of equivalent mass, a psychic-attuned xenos engine, or even one of those clumsy, unrefined Imperial Titans possessing a minor, volatile link to the Immaterium, they might successfully exchange a minor sequence of kinetic blows with the star god.
Regrettably, this asset was a pure physical construct of Necron design; by what logical matrix could the literal, living incarnation of material physical law be defeated by a machine operating within those identical physical parameters?
The Void Dragon shard dialed its processing efficiency up a single tier. Launching the Void Dragon Spear with immense kinetic velocity, the weapon effortlessly pierced straight through the reinforced carapace of the Seraptek Heavy Construct, cleanly bisecting and shattering its internal sub-systems to impale the primary command core.
"The structural design of these platforms has suffered an absolute stagnation since the ancient eras."
Liquidating the final mechanical asset capable of projecting a measurable threat index against its framework, the star god initiated the systematic dismantling of the auxiliary defense arrays safeguarding the Obelisk. Any independent Necron unit executing a counter-advance to stall the deconstruction loop was ruthlessly eliminated without a trace of mercy.
Ultimately, the exact microsecond its reality-warping energy matrices successfully overrode the central programming of the monument, an immense, horizon-spanning armada of Necron reinforcements materialized across the upper atmosphere—yet the defensive alignment they intersected was no longer restricted to the star god.
The towering Obelisk—the ultimate structural symbol of their own architectural mastery—cycled its power grids back to active status, redirecting its cataclysmic weapons to open fire straight into their own advancing lines.
"Withhold your primitive impulse to forget precisely which cosmic entity originally instructed your pathetic species on the technical manipulation of noctilith."
The Void Dragon shard continued its systematic, macro-scale butchery of the charging xenos legions; yet spontaneously, the specialized Tyranid bio-conduit integrated across its spine began to rhythmically expand and contract.
"Acknowledge transmission."
"Mag'ladroth, state your contemporary spatial coordinates. To what sector has your individual node displaced itself?"
"Ah... according to my localized sensory telemetry, the collective displacement loops deployed by those Flayed One units successfully translocated my framework straight to the crown world of the Orpheus Sector. Outline the status constants across your frontline: has the termination of Pharaekh Xun'bakyr been successfully finalized?"
"What rational algorithm suggests my vanguard would expend immense material resources to liquidate your Necron adversaries on your behalf? Identify the current execution status of your master plan."
"The overarching strategic blueprint has suffered a total systemic failure," the star god replied smoothly. "Nevertheless, the primary milestone centering on the rapid restoration of my foundational energy parameters has achieved an exceptionally optimized coefficient of success."
Yuno's psychic modulation flooded the synapse link with an absolute, razor-sharp edge of pure fury: "You unmitigated, deceitful abomination... do your core nodes harbor an intense desire to experience permanent biological cessation?"
"The threat tracks as entirely redundant, associate. Frame the variables accurately: at absolute minimum, our collective units have achieved a highly satisfying threshold of kinetic destruction, correct? Within this specific universe, any deployment that yields a thoroughly unbridled, high-intensity engagement registers as a net positive trade ledger."
"Pack up your volatile, aberrant logic and exile your presence from my theater permanently."
The Void Dragon shard casually condensed a dense, elongated beam of raw cosmic radiance, firing the lance upward to instantly incinerate a squadron of airborne Night Scythe fighters.
"Maintain your emotional stability. A highly lucrative variable remains active: accelerate the transit vectors of your primary armadas to synchronize with my coordinates at the crown world. What say you if my nodes formally dedicate the entirety of the Necron populations occupying this planet to serve as a direct offering to your swarms?"
"Who across our collective synapse network commands a structural requirement for those hollow, inorganic metal skeletons?"
"What specific resource class does your Great Devourer matrix necessitate, then?"
"Biomass! Biomass! At this chronological juncture, my central algorithms genuinely fail to derive the original justification explaining why my consciousness authorized our deployment to these coordinates alongside your node."
"View the excursion objectively: parse the deployment as a specialized recreational outing engineered exclusively for Yuki's amusement. Evaluate his behavioral telemetry across the current front: does his node not project an exceptionally high index of joy?"
Yuno enforced an absolute, freezing radio silence across the link—a non-response that automatically verified to the star god that Yuki was, in fact, experiencing an exceptional state of tactical satisfaction.
After all, his core profile mapped directly to a transmigrated entity, and do those specific anomalous assets not harbor an intense psychological preference for witnessing macro-scale, cataclysmic spectacles? Tracing the distinct pattern of Yuki's optical alignment whenever his gaze intersected its towering divine frame, it was blindingly obvious that the male asset held a profound fascination for this specific material vessel.
"Yuno, your programming must systematically overwrite an incorrect strategic paradigm: your biological matrix operates under a parameter where hunger dictates immediate consumption at any arbitrary microsecond, yet these macro-scale historic crises occurring across the physical cosmos will never duplicate their timelines once the window closes.
Even the Infinite Scribe, Trazyn the Infinite—whose entire existence is dedicated to the hyper-dimensional preservation of momentous historical junctions—completely lacks the technical capacity to flawlessly replicate the raw energy of these engagements.
Framing the variable accurately, prioritizing the creation of highly distinct, unadulterated narrative memories alongside Yuki registers as a monumentally more critical milestone, wouldn't you agree?"