The Rock

He glanced at Dorn, who Stasis Field, a hint of admiration flashing in his eyes:

"However, it truly lives up to its reputation as a rock."

"He can still stay conscious and threaten you in this situation—"

He smiled:

"This is what the Primarch should look like."

Everything is ready.

Trazyn and Fabius stood in front of the experimental table, gazing at the two "works" before them.

One is Roge Dorn.

Primarch. Rock. Master of the Imperial Fists.

Now controlled by the Living Black Rage Device, it is about to become their trump card.

One is Krork.

A survivor of the War in Heaven 65 million years ago, the oldest ancestor of the Orks, possessing power comparable to that of the Primarch.

Now fully repaired, it is about to be released into the battlefield.

Trazyn nodded in satisfaction:

That's enough.

Fabius looked at him:

"Just these two? Guilliman is protected by the Law of Eternity."

Trazyn shook his head:

"Of course not."

He turned around and looked into the endless depths of four-dimensional space:

I'll go borrow some things.

Fabius asked curiously:

"What is it?"

A strange glint flashed in Trazyn's eyes:

"Equipment to deal with the C'tan."

Fabius was stunned.

Equipment to deal with the C'tan?

That was the Necrons's most powerful weapon.

It was the ultimate weapon used to kill the C'tan —those terrifying beings who once ruled the Milky Way.

"You're going to use that against Guilliman?"

His voice held a hint of disbelief:

"No matter how strong he is, he is still just a Primarch."

"Use the equipment used against the C'tan to fight him, is that...?"

He paused, unsure of what word to use.

Trazyn shook his head:

No. He deserves it.

His gaze deepened.

"Guilliman is no longer an ordinary Primarch."

"Law of Eternity, dual life forms in the Material Universe and the Warp, the faith of two and a half million Ultramarines —he is now a C'tan."

He looked at Fabius:

"To defeat the C'tan, you need equipment designed to defeat the C'tan."

Fabius remained silent for a moment.

Then he nodded:

That makes sense.

Trazyn turned and walked into the depths of the fourth dimension:

"I went to various Necron Dynasties to borrow equipment."

"You stay here and watch over them."

His figure gradually disappeared into the eerie green light.

Fabius stood still, gazing in the direction that had gone, then looked back at the two figures Stasis Field.

Dorn's wrath.

The Krork ' desires.

And then there's the upcoming equipment to deal with the C'tan.

He suddenly realized that he was participating in a—

A conspiracy powerful enough to alter the very fabric of the Milky Way.

"Guilliman ..."

He muttered to himself:

I hope you can handle it.

The corners of his mouth turned up slightly.

It was a glimmer of hope, and also a glimmer of...

crazy.

In the distance, in that Stasis Field, Dorn's eyes remained open.

The anger still burned.

He was still staring at Fabius.

It seems to be saying:

"When I get out, you'll be the first person I kill."

Fabius shivered and turned to walk to the other side of the laboratory.

He felt he might need to stay away.

A ghostly green light illuminated the core areas of the seven Necron Dynasties at the same time.

That was a joint arrest warrant.

The seven Necron Overlord simultaneously sent out the same message:

"Trazyn the Infinite is now listed as the most wanted person in the entire Necron Empire for looting the ancient weapon warehouses of the Seventh Dynasty, Ninth Dynasty, Eleventh, Fourteenth Dynasty, Seventeenth Dynasty, Nineteenth Dynasty, and Twenty-first Dynasty."

"Anyone who provides information on its whereabouts will be rewarded with a resource planet."

"Anyone who assists in the capture will receive a reward of three resource planets."

"Anyone who kills it--"

The message paused, and the tone became even colder:

"We can gain control of half a star sector."

The entire Necron Empire instantly erupted in excitement.

Half a star sector!

That's a huge amount of resources!

That's so much power!

How much is that?

What exactly did Trazyn steal?

The answer came out quickly.

He stole all the wealth accumulated by seven dynasties over 65 million years.

Including but not limited to:

Seventeen Hyper-Convergence Cannon —the ultimate weapons that can focus the energy of the living universe and extract power from the core of stars, the main equipment used to severely damage the C'tan back then.

Forty-three Dimensional Disintegration Device —things capable of tearing targets apart on both physical and conceptual levels, blasting a complete C'tan into countless fragments.

Hundreds of tons of Blackstone —the purest kind—capable of suppressing all Psionic Energy and Warp forces, is the core technology the Necrons to fight against Chaos.

There are also countless Phase Weapons, Living Metal armor, and some forbidden items whose names cannot even be mentioned.

The rulers of seven dynasties stood in the empty warehouse, looking at each other in bewilderment.

Their expressions—if the Necrons had expressions—would be quite something.

How did he do that?

A powerful ruler asked.

No one can answer that.

Because Trazyn not only stole things, but also left a message on the wall of each warehouse:

"Borrow it for a bit, return it when you're done. --Trazyn the Infinite"

Return it to you?

Give it back to me, my foot!

Those weapons, each one was created 65 million years ago, each one is unique, and each one cannot be copied!

What else?

What will you use to repay me?

The seven overlords roared simultaneously:

"Trazyn --!!!"

The sound echoed in the void, shattering countless asteroids.

But Trazyn couldn't hear.

At this moment, he is leisurely strolling in four-dimensional space.

Behind them, mountains of weapons and equipment floated.

A smug smile played at the corners of his mouth—if Necrons had mouths at all.

Fabius will be very happy.

He muttered to himself.

In Fabius's laboratory, Trazyn's figure appeared out of nowhere.

Behind him, a mountain of weapons and equipment appeared and crashed to the ground, shaking the entire laboratory.

Fabius was standing in front of the lab table when he was startled by the sudden commotion.

"You—you are—"

His eyes widened as he stared at the pile of weapons that was taller than a mountain.

Trazyn clapped his hands—even though he had no hands to clap:

"Preparations are complete."

Fabius stepped forward, picked up a Phase Weapons, and examined it closely.

The surface of the weapon shimmered with a ghostly green light.

That was the unique luster of Living Metal, a product of the pinnacle of Necron Technology from 65 million years ago.

It can penetrate any energy shield and tear apart any matter on a physical level.

Fabius's fingers trembled slightly.

He had seen countless weapons.

He manufactured countless weapons.

He even studied the Daemon Weapon of the Chaos Gods.

But what's before our eyes—

"This is... true technology..."

He murmured.

He then picked up a Blackstone.

The stone was entirely black, a deep, pure black that seemed to devour all light.

Holding it in his hand, he could feel the power emanating from it—an absolute suppression of Psionic Energy and an absolute rejection of Warp.

"With this..."

A flicker of excitement flashed in his eyes:

"Guilliman's Law of Eternity is now half useless."

He then looked at the Hyper-Convergence Cannon.

The massive cannon barrel was as tall as a ten-story building.

At the muzzle, one can vaguely see the energy of the star's core slowly flowing.

The sheer terror of that energy sent a chill down Fabius's spine, even though he was used to seeing grand spectacle.

"This thing... can shatter C'tan?"

Trazyn nodded:

"That's what we used to blow the C'tan to pieces back then."