They could not be restored in reverse.
Once they were reversed, the ones brought back would be the masters of Living Metal.
And the masters of Living Metal would destroy every last Necrontyr.
This seemed to have already told them the outcome: even if they were revived, it would still end in failure.
The Necrontyr race no longer had a future.
"After all, that is not a Necrontyr. It is merely Living Metal. We need Necrontyr bodies to carry out the revival!"
Human resurrection made use of the original human, not some object that had once belonged to them.
If they wanted to be revived, naturally they could not rely solely on a data conversion process. They needed Necrontyr bodies.
At this point, even if Trazyn wanted to find an excuse to refuse, he could not. Only he possessed Necrontyr bodies, and only he could use those bodies to perform a revival.
Although every Phaeron and Overlord clearly understood that even if they revived the Necrontyr whose body they possessed, they would only be reviving that one Necrontyr. Their own bodies had long since been reduced to ashes. Even their homeworlds and tombs had been utterly destroyed before they conquered the galaxy.
But now, the Necrontyr had no other choice.
They could only clutch at this final lifeline, using it to persuade themselves, persuade the others, persuade the nobles to continue obeying orders.
Trazyn sighed.
At this point, he had no other option. He could only temporarily swallow the words he wanted to say. "Take it!"
Trazyn handed them the precious Necrontyr body from his collection.
Even giving it to them was meaningless.
This Necrontyr had no value as a reference.
It was only that these Phaerons and Overlords needed a reason to convince themselves to keep going.
"Send it