"Great deeds?" Imotek's communication matrix emitted a cold resonance. He swung his sword to split the oncoming black hole bomb. "The current territory was conquered by me! What qualifications do you have to criticize me?"

The galaxy-scale verbal battle spread across the entire battlefield through quantum entanglement.

In the shattered star ring belt outside the sanctuary, the tomb fleets of both sides were performing a violent aesthetic on a cosmic scale. Imotek's mechanically modified ships spewed green lightning transformed by the energy of the star gods, melting Szalak's conservative fleet into bronze metal rain.

The Silent King's Phase Matrix Fleet weaved a web of death in the void, cutting the Storm King's Doomsday Scythe formation into neat geometric fragments.

At this moment, the space-time structure suddenly burst into a sharp wail, and a data torrent that surpassed the technology of the Necrontyr forced its way into the battlefield.

Warning codes flashed across the processors of the two popes at the same time; their proud phase shields were torn open by an unknown existence.

"Sorry to bother you two with your playful fun, but before you start tearing the house apart, would you like to take a look at this first?"

Trazyn's body stepped out of the void, his living metal robes stained with the biomass slime of the Hive Fleet and said:

The top encryption protocol from 60 million years ago exploded in the sanctuary, and the holographic projection forcibly covered the entire quantum battlefield.

Szalak's war logic module instantly analyzed the content of the picture. The stars in the NGC-2271 galaxy were being chewed, and the siphon mouthparts of the Tyranid bio-ship were dancing with a faint purple psychic light.

"It's just a low-quality holographic forgery. This little trick can only fool people like you..."

Imotek's taunt was just halfway through when Trazyn's scepter suddenly pierced into the ground.

Real hive pheromones permeated the sanctuary, and a foul odor that caused metal to decay suddenly spread.

“Fake?”

Szalak glanced through the records. His mechanical voice was filled with cold irony. "Then look at the fate of your fleet."

The second image was injected directly into the core of both men.

At the edge of the galactic cantilever, Imotek's proud living metal warships were being wrapped by biomass vines, and swarms of nano-insects were screaming silently in the Tyranid acid.

What's even more terrifying is the shadow vaguely emerging at the edge of the picture. Some kind of huge existence spanning several star regions is awakening.

The entire tomb suddenly fell into an eerie silence. The fleet battle in the outside world was still going on, and a certain Imotek's modified ship was crushing the Silent King's frigate into metal origami, but the three undead leaders were no longer paying attention to the civil war.

"How long do we have to prepare?"

"At this rate, the vanguard of the Zerg swarm will reach our territory in no more than three months. And you..."

He suddenly switched the scene to the two fleets still exchanging fire, "They are still shooting each other's asses with Gauss cannons."

Imotek's scepter burst into dangerous arcs of energy: "What do you want..."

"Shut up, idiot."

Szalak's communication matrix suddenly released an imperial-level command code, and the space-time structure of the entire sanctuary was instantly frozen.

The red light in the Silent King's eyes turned into a torrent of data, breaking down the intelligence brought by Trazyn into 70 billion analysis reports.

On the outer battlefield, the fleets that were fighting each other suddenly fell into a strange stillness.

Imotek's mechanically modified ships stopped multiplying, Szalak's phase battleships released their weapon locks, and even the floating metal wreckage solidified in the vacuum. The two overlords simultaneously initiated the highest level ceasefire agreement.

“Verification completed.”

Szalak's blade was retracted into another dimension. No emotion could be seen on his metal face. "The credibility of the information is 99.998%."

Imotek's nanoworm swarm suddenly retracted into his body, and his energy core flashed a complex frequency: "Even so, what makes you think we will..."

Trazyn suddenly played the third video. Outside the galactic barrier, a huge biological structure comparable to the Astronomican was breaking through the reality veil, and the remains of countless unknown warships were embedded in the squirming flesh and blood organs on its surface.

The entire sanctuary fell into deathly silence.

Szahrak's war protocols are being rewritten, Imotek's logic circuits are emitting dangerous sparks, the two supreme leaders of the Undead are sharing data streams for the first time in a non-combat state, and the racial memories of 60 million years ago are being awakened at the same time.

"So, what should we do..."

"armistice!"

Szalak's order was transmitted to all fleets through quantum entanglement, "Reorganize all fleets and activate the highest level weapon sequence."

"In that case..."

Imotek's scepter slammed heavily to the ground, and the rebel fleet simultaneously lifted its attack stance: "My living metal fleet will need twelve standard hours to reorganize."

His mechanical pupils locked onto Trazyn. "And you must provide all observation data."

"That's exactly what I meant, Lord Storm King."

"But before that, I have to go and remind the great Lord of Humanity."

........................

On the other side, on an Eldar ark world.

The twelve-sided spirit bone prism slowly rotated in the void, refracting the blood-red starlight into broken fables.

Prophet Velanis stepped barefoot across the boiling pool of Star Language, the soul stone chains on her ankles jingling in the tide of psychic energy.

When she dipped her finger into the water for the thirty-ninth time, the fog of prophecy that had entangled the Ark World for tens of thousands of years suddenly dissipated.

"Oh Gods..."

The prophet's lavender pupils suddenly contracted, and what emerged from the pool of water was not the scattered fragments of past fate, but a pure, suffocating darkness.

As soon as her fingertips touched the water, the entire sacred bone structure of the Temple of Prophecy groaned under the heavy burden.

The Netherworld Guards who were guarding on the side suddenly knelt down on the ground, and the wailing souls in their helmets were collectively boiling.

Velanice saw her reflection twisting and expanding in the pool water, as some kind of warp force was eroding the psychic link in reverse.

As her spirit tried to retreat, a compound eye the size of a galaxy suddenly opened.

Veranis's soul was instantly nailed to the specimen stand of time and space, and billions of thought pulses were injected into her consciousness at the same time.

She saw the craftworld being shredded by biomass vines, the soul stones dissolving into screaming smoke in the swarm's digestive fluids;

She saw the troupe of clowns dancing for eternity in the palace of flesh and blood, the mask of the laughing god being chewed into elementary particles;

She saw the last Nether Lord die under the blade of the Hive Tyrant.

"No!"

The prophet's body in the real dimension burst into blood and tears, and the ground of his bones cracked into spider-web-like patterns.

She struggled to cut the link, but the thoughts of the hive mind had already crawled along the thread of fate.

The prophetic prisms on the dome of the temple exploded one after another, and what Veranis saw at last was the end of the Milky Way, with all the star regions transformed into wriggling biological organs.

In the very end, that super-dimensional being turned its compound eyes beyond the void and began to chew on the star chains of other universes.

"The end... the end..." The prophet's larynx shattered under the pressure of the psychic energy, and the last words mixed with the fragments of internal organs splashed on the wall of spirit bones, "... is coming."