Four-Dimensional Space
High in the vast expanse of space, countless enormous cannon barrels were aimed at him.
That's Hyper-Convergence Cannon.
It was the ultimate weapon used to shatter the C'tan back then.
Trazyn stood in the center of the artillery barrage, raised his hands, and let out a triumphant cheer:
"Use the sacred orbital bombardment for him!"
Seventeen Hyper-Convergence Cannon simultaneously began charging.
Within that cannon muzzle lies the energy of a star's core, the energy of a living universe, and a power sufficient to destroy everything.
Guilliman's expression turned extremely solemn.
He knew that was the real weapon that could hurt him.
even--
It can kill him.
He can hide.
With his speed and ability, dodging that attack would be a piece of cake.
But if he dodges—
What will happen to Macragge?
What will happen to the city behind him?
What about the millions of civilians living there?
What about those Ultramarines who are still fighting?
He cannot hide.
He cannot allow his home to become a second Caliban.
He could not allow his people to suffer that devastating blow.
Guilliman took a deep breath.
A resolute glint flashed in his eyes.
"Soul..."
He said in a low voice.
Trazyn heard the voice.
He smiled:
"Soul? What soul? Is he going to call me a bastard again? Hahaha--"
His laughter echoed in the void:
"How powerless! Even the great Primarch has come to this!"
But the next second, his laughter stopped abruptly.
Because Guilliman's next sentence shook the entire Material Universe:
"My Soulbound Dreams, Roiling Winds and Clouds!"
At that moment, the entire Macragge was responding to him.
The earth trembled.
The sky is roaring.
Endless atomic power surged forth from his body.
Those forces surged towards the earth, towards the city, towards the buildings, towards the soil.
Then--
They began to converge.
Countless soil, rocks, and metals were stripped from the earth, rose from the city, and flew in from all directions.
They gathered together and spun above Guilliman's head.
Rotate, rotate, rotate--
It forms a huge shield.
The shield enveloped the entire Macragge.
It enveloped the city.
It enveloped the common people.
It enveloped everything he was meant to protect.
Trazyn's laughter froze completely.
"You--"
His voice held a hint of disbelief:
"You're going to take it head-on?!"
Guilliman looked up at the artillery battery that was charging.
Golden flames burned in his eyes:
"Since you're going to scheme against me, then so be it."
His voice echoed in the void:
"I'll take this shot."
"But don't expect to dodge my next attack either!"
The Hyper-Convergence Cannon is finally fully charged.
Seventeen destructive beams of light slammed down simultaneously.
At that moment, the whole world turned white.
Pure white.
The white of destruction.
The white of death.
The beam struck the shield above Guilliman's head.
The shield instantly lit up to its brightest level.
Guilliman's body suddenly sank.
His feet sank deep into the ground.
A low, muffled groan escaped his lips.
The impact was so powerful that it could destroy a planet.
The sheer terror of that energy was enough to tear apart the void.
But Guilliman did not back down.
They didn't retreat an inch.
He stood there, with his body, with his will, with everything he had—
Protecting the home behind them.
Smoke and dust rose everywhere.
Smoke and dust that blotted out the sky.
A golden figure could be vaguely seen in the smoke and dust.
The figure remained standing.
It still stands tall.
still--
It did not fall.
The smoke and dust slowly dissipated.
Guilliman's figure was revealed.
His armor was already in pieces.
His body was covered in wounds.
A trickle of golden blood flowed from the corner of his mouth.
But he remained standing.
He raised his head and looked at the array of cannons in the void.
Look towards Trazyn, who is standing in the center of the artillery barrage.
Trazyn stood in the void, watching the golden figure slowly rise from the smoke and dust.
The golden light pierced through the smoke and dust.
Those golden eyes were staring at him.
At that moment, Trazyn experienced something he had never felt in 65 million years—
fear.
It wasn't the ordinary kind of fear.
It's that kind of fear that comes from the depths of your soul, instinctive, like prey being targeted by a apex predator.
He felt as if he had returned to the War in Heaven.
We've returned to the era when the C'tan still ruled the Milky Way.
We returned to those years of being dominated, enslaved, and arbitrarily manipulated.
That golden figure, those burning eyes—
Just like those C'tan.
No, they are more terrifying than those C'tan.
Because those C'tan are merely indifferent, ruthless, and treat the Necrons as tools.
The golden figure had anger in its eyes.
He harbored murderous intent.
have--
The determination to catch up with him, tear him apart, and smash all his collection.
Trazyn's metal fingers trembled slightly.
"No..."
He murmured:
"We can't let him out..."
He suddenly raised the scepter in his hand.
That is the control scepter of the Necron Overlord's highest authority, capable of mobilizing the full power of the four-dimensional space.
In the technological system of the Necrons, the fourth dimension is the most mysterious and dangerous realm.
That was something beyond the conventional three-dimensional universe; it was the core technology used to imprison the C'tan.
After the Silent King led the Necrons to betray the C'tan, he used this Four-Dimensional Prison to seal away the shattered C'tan Shard one by one.
Each Four-Dimensional Prison requires the entire energy of an entire star to maintain its operation.
And now, Trazyn is about to activate precisely such a cage.
He swung his scepter fiercely.
At the top of the scepter, a deep green light shone brightly.
The light instantly enveloped Guilliman and the entire space around him.
Four-dimensional space began to distort, began to tear apart, began to...
Devour.
Guilliman felt a powerful suction force pulling him toward some unknown abyss.
He tried to resist, tried to break free, tried to--
But his body had already begun to fall.
They plunged into that endless, dark green abyss.
They fell into that place specifically used to imprison the C'tan.
Falling into that--
Four-Dimensional Prison.
Trazyn watched Guilliman's figure disappear into the light and let out a long sigh of relief.
If he had that kind of breath.
"Go fight your brothers to the death."
He murmured, a hint of relief in his voice:
"That place is the perfect place to deal with monsters like you from the Material Universe."
He turned around and looked at the Hyper-Convergence Cannon that had just finished bombarding.
All seventeen giant cannons were now overloaded and were slowly cooling down.
The Hyper-Convergence Cannon is one of the most terrifying weapons of the Necrons.
Its principle is to focus on the energy of the living universe and extract power from the core of stars.
Back when they were dealing with the C'tan, the Necrons first used this weapon to severely damage those arrogant beings, and then used the Dimensional Disintegration Device to blast them into pieces.
Each of these Hyper-Convergence Cannon takes hundreds of years to build.
The artifacts that Trazyn stole from the seven Necron Dynasties were all ancient relics from 65 million years ago; every one used is one less available.
A flicker of pain crossed Trazyn's eyes.
But as long as they can deal with Guilliman—
It was worth it.
He waved his hand, ordering the fleet to begin moving.
Next, he was going to the fourth dimension to watch the exciting show that was about to unfold.
Guilliman's body continued to fall in the eerie green light.
The feeling of falling lasted a long time—maybe a second, maybe ten thousand years.