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"Heh heh, it seemed Divine Blood had surprised you quite a bit, hadn't it? In fact, I had far more than this prepared for the trade."

Faced with Trazyn's silence, Jin-Gitaxias merely maintained a calm smile. He then gestured for his subordinates to carry down a gigantic sphere from the ship, easily seven or eight meters in radius. Resting one hand lightly against it, he introduced it matter-of-factly. "This is a machine capable of converting consciousness into life.

It employed technologies and principles that did not exist in this universe, and could not even be understood here. It also incorporated magical power you called sorcery, as well as the distortion of reality.

Not only could it turn personality data into a brain and flesh-and-blood body, it could also create life from nothing through programming.

In other words, just as the C'tan once transformed you from Necrontyr into Necrons, this machine could reverse the entire process.

Of course, ordinary soldiers who lost vast amounts of memory and personality during the transformation process might develop a few minor mental problems.

The one you saw was merely a sample. If needed, I could provide more."

"How did you know we needed these things?"

The Figure King stared at the blue Praetor before him with a complicated expression, deliberately pretending not to care as he tested him.

Without question, whether the agents, the Divine Blood, or this machine capable of turning personality data into brains and flesh, all of them were things the Necrons desired most desperately.

During his sixty million years of self-imposed exile, Silent King Szarekh had tried countless methods to help his people recover their lost souls. There had been more than tens of thousands of related experiments and plans alone.

Yet regrettably, not a single one had proven truly viable