"Da, da, da da da da..."

Trazyn tapped the handle of his seat in boredom, looking curiously at the universe in front of him.

His tomb-ships left emerald wakes in real space, their necromantic phase drives tearing the laws of physics into spiraling fragments.

The Infinite One leaned on the command seat inlaid with the skull of the Eldar prophet, and his metal fingertips rhythmically tapped the star map projection - which marked the thirty-seven dead dynasties that were killing each other.

"These guys are still fighting? How boring."

"He's so eager to fight every day. Is Imotekh a green-skinned person?"

"With this time, I think it's better to collect some good things."

"let me see..."

As Trazyn spoke, he activated the entertainment system stolen from the Dark Ages of Humanity, and brilliant fireworks exploded on the holographic screen.

It was Imotek's war agreement, Szalak's secret court order, and a distress signal from a fleet of the Tau Empire, rolling in the data stream and being grabbed by Trazyn at will like popcorn.

"Wow, is this worse than I thought."

"Well, besides Imotek and Szalak, there are the Eldar, the Tau Empire, and the Space Dwarves..."

"Yeah, that's right. The stage is really grand."

Tracin watched this scene like he was watching a movie. Just as he was about to pick up the mechanical dinosaur next to him to pet the dog and watch the show, an unusual situation suddenly occurred.

The subspace detector of the tomb ship emitted a shrill scream.

The fragment of the star god on the scepter of Tarazin burst out with a warning purple light, and strange gravitational ripples appeared on the edge of the holographic star map. The scale of its horror was enough to drive all astronomers in the galaxy crazy on the spot.

"Interesting, which little cutie is here again?"

The green light in the Endless's eyes surged, and sixty million years of collecting experience made every one of his logical circuits tremble.

He snapped his fingers, and twelve modified underworld constructs immediately began to set up a hyperdimensional telescope. "Let me see which kid is playing the star-eating game..."

When the first set of images came, Trazyn suddenly became quiet.

The ends of the Milky Way's spiral arms are disappearing.

It was not a planetary destruction in the conventional sense, but a kind of swallowing that went beyond the concept of physics. Thousands of stars collapsed into a two-dimensional plane in 0.3 seconds, and were then wrapped in some kind of sticky dark matter and dragged into the void.

Countless crescent-shaped biological ships emerged from behind the dark curtain, so many that the counting systems of the undead constructs overflowed and reported errors.

"Something bad is happening..."

The Undead Overlord felt a rare sense of fear. He switched the spectrum analysis mode frantically. "This density... this mass... this void has eaten up the entire extragalactic galaxy, right?"

"This volume is almost larger than the Milky Way..."

Suddenly, the final cry came from the NGC-2271 galaxy that was being swallowed.

Trazyn's sensors captured a nightmarish scene: a tentacle-like bio-ship with a diameter larger than that of Mars broke through the nebula, and billions of compound eyes opened on its squirming fleshy armor.

What's even more terrifying is the shadows vaguely emerging behind these monsters. Some kind of huge life form spanning billions of years is casting a reflection in the real universe.

"The Great Devourer..."

Trazyn's mechanical vocal cords trembled in a rare moment, and he instantly called up sixty encrypted databases for cross-comparison. "But how is this possible? This scale is seven hundred times larger than the last Tyranid War record! Wait... they are devouring the Milky Way!"

The Undead Overlord suddenly realized an even more terrifying fact - the surface of those biological ships was not covered with ordinary shells, but a devouring matrix that flashed with the psychic energy of the Great Devourer.

When a hive mothership tore open a gaseous planet, Trazyn even saw the planet's core being swallowed by the hive fleet like a black hole...

"What kind of supernatural powers have these foodies evolved?!" Taraxin suddenly jumped up from the throne, knocking over the treasured green-skinned warlord figurine.

He hurriedly activated all the weapon systems of the tomb ship and sent a level 3 alert signal to every corner of the galaxy, which of course came with a paid unlock option.

Suddenly, a distress signal came from a Necron battleship only 0.1 light-year away from the Devouring Zone.

Trazyn's profiteer agreement immediately overwhelmed his fear. He rubbed his metal palms excitedly: "Okay! Let me take over the antique spaceship remotely. Maybe I can get some precious footage before it was swallowed..."

Maybe I can even collect some collectibles along the way.

The controlled Necron spaceship had just completed the quantum jump when it crashed into a torrent of sticky biomass.

Trazyn saw through the sensor that the hull of the spacecraft was being corroded by the acidic mist, but he pushed the engine into overload instead: "Closer! Yes, yes, yes! Aim the camera at that big guy!"

The holographic screen was suddenly filled with the mouth of some indescribable creature.

Trazyn's visual processors resolved seven layers of ringed teeth, three hundred siphoning tentacles, and clusters of glands secreting antimatter saliva.

When he noticed the Necron shoulder armor stuck in the gap between the sharp teeth, he finally let out a crazy electronic laugh: "Hahahaha! Isn't this the emblem of the Tomb of Imotek? Serves you right! I'll let you smash my collection!"

Trazyn was happy to watch the fun. It didn't matter to him whether Terran came or not. At worst, he could just go out with his collection.

However, if this happens, the Tau Empire, the Eldar, even the Human Empire and the Silent King will be in trouble.

Crucial data was transmitted back at the last second before the spacecraft disintegrated.

Trazyn looked at the results of the spectral analysis, and the mimicked smile on his metal visor gradually solidified. In the surging shadows behind the Zerg fleet, a group of extra-dimensional beings as big as the Milky Way were awakening.

"Really? Why are there so many bad lucks recently..."

Taraxin was complaining out of boredom when he suddenly saw hundreds of biological warships heading towards him.

"It's time! Run!"

Trazyn's tomb ship drew a twisted zigzag trajectory in the warp, like a fart spirit being chased by orcs. The six phase engines were overloaded and spewed purple smoke.

Trazyn's warships were seen twitching wildly in reality and compressed space, like space skeletons thrown into a drum.

Trazyn's metal body collided back and forth in the command hall, and the fragments of the star god on the scepter scraped dazzling sparks on the bulkhead.

"Speed ​​up! Speed ​​up! Fuck! Speed ​​up!"

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

In the royal court of the tomb, Szalak's blade created ripples of dark matter.

The Silent King's metallic visage reflected a million shattered cracks in space and time, and every swing of his sword made the fabric of reality wail.

"Your rebellion stinks like the excrement of the Ancients!"

Szalak's scepter burst out with supernova-level energy, melting the three ancient obelisks into liquid.

The two Necromancers fought on a quantum level. Their battle protocol transcended the laws of physics, with Szalak's blade piercing twelve layers of phase space and Imotek's lightning shock waves traveling back and forth across the timeline.

The living metal laid out on the floor of the royal court was constantly reconstructing, sometimes turning into screaming faces, and sometimes turning into a galaxy flowing with antimatter.