Necron Host
In this four-dimensional space, the concept of time has been completely distorted.
This is the most terrifying aspect of the Four-Dimensional Prison —it exists independently of the flow of time in the Realspace, preventing those trapped from ever perceiving changes in the outside world.
Finally, his feet touched solid ground.
The ground was cold and hard, gleaming with a ghostly green light.
As far as the eye could see, there was nothing but this eerie green void.
There was no sky, no stars, nothing to refer to.
There is only endless green.
And countless eyes.
Those eyes are shining in the darkness.
One pair, two pairs, ten pairs, a hundred pairs, a thousand pairs, ten thousand pairs --
250,000 pairs.
The eyes of Necron Warriors a ghostly green, cold, and emotionless.
Those were elite troops that Trazyn had borrowed from various Necron Dynasties.
Each one is equipped with the most complete recovery system, each one is a battle-hardened warrior, each one is—
Prepare for battle.
Guilliman stood still, watching the Necrons army gradually approach.
250,000.
More than his Ultramarines.
Moreover, in this four-dimensional space, his Psionic Energy is suppressed, and his Material Universe power is isolated.
This is the power of Blackstone Technology.
Blackstone, also known as "Living Metal," is the core technological product of the Necrons.
It has the property of suppressing Warp energy and can form a so-called "Void Shield" to isolate all Psionic Energy influences.
The Necrons used this technology to fight against the Old Ones and the Eldar they created.
The Four-Dimensional Prison here not only has its boundaries constructed with Blackstone, but also incorporates the Eldar's Wraithbone technology—the core technology the Eldar use to combat Chaos, which can also suppress Warp energy.
Under this double suppression, Guilliman couldn't even unleash one-tenth of his power.
They were almost completely isolated and helpless.
But his gaze did not linger on the Necrons army for long.
Because he saw two figures at the front of the army.
Roge Dorn.
Krork.
They stood quietly in Stasis Field, like two statues.
Stasis Field, a technology used by Necrons to preserve precious "exhibits".
In this position, time stands completely still, and all physical processes cease.
Trazyn used this technology to preserve the last remnants of countless civilizations.
Even now, the Stasis Field still carries that mad distortion.
The Krork still burned with a thirst for war.
They were waiting for him.
A bitter smile appeared on Guilliman's lips.
"You really think highly of me."
He murmured.
The moment the words were spoken, the Stasis Field was simultaneously lifted.
Dorn's eyes snapped open.
Those eyes were blood red.
Those eyes burned with a frenzied killing intent.
Those eyes were fixed intently on Guilliman.
A deafening roar erupted from his mouth:
"Ho--Ru--S--!!!"
He charged at Guilliman.
His speed was so fast that the eerie green space was torn apart behind him.
Behind him, the 250,000- Necrons army activated simultaneously.
The sound of those footsteps made the entire four-dimensional space tremble.
The Krork were also roaring.
That roar was more frenzied, more primal, more... than Dorn's.
eager.
It strode forward and charged toward Guilliman.
With each step, that twelve-meter-tall body left a deep footprint in the ground.
Guilliman took a deep breath.
He clenched his fists, ready to fight.
Dorn's sword struck first.
That was a weapon specially crafted for him by Trazyn, capable of suppressing the power of the Material Universe.
A ghostly green light flowed across the sword, carrying an aura of death.
This weapon, known as a "Phase Weapons," can penetrate most energy shields and act directly on the target.
Guilliman dodged to the side, but the blade grazed his body, causing him a sharp pain.
His power was being suppressed far too much.
In this four-dimensional space, he couldn't even unleash one-tenth of his strength.
Dorn's second sword followed immediately.
The third sword, the fourth sword, the fifth sword--
Like a sudden storm.
Every sword strike was aimed at Guilliman's vitals.
Every sword strike was imbued with a determination to kill.
Each sword strike was accompanied by Dorn's roar:
Horus! You traitor!
"You have betrayed your father's trust!"
"You have betrayed your brotherhood!"
"You want to build Second Imperium? Dream on!"
Guilliman's face instantly turned red.
Redness isn't a sign of shyness.
It's red-temperature.
Second Imperium?
He built it!
That was established by him, Sanguinius, Lion!
That's to protect humanity!
That was to preserve the flame of revolution after the Emperor's fall!
How did it become an ambitious betrayal in your mouth?
But Guilliman knew that was not Dorn's intention.
That's the effect of Living Black Rage.
Living Black Rage, a terrifying device cultivated by Fabius using the Gene-seed of the Blood Angels.
It can amplify the wearer's anger infinitely, causing the wearer to see every enemy in front of them Horus.
This device utilizes a unique genetic defect of the Blood Angels —the infamous "Black Rage."
Throughout the history of the Blood Angels, countless warriors have been driven mad by Black Rage, reliving the final battle between Sanguinius and Horus in their hallucinations.
Fabius simply amplified this defect to the point that it affected the Primarch.
In addition, there's the Blackstone Armor that Dorn is wearing—
That was top-tier equipment that Trazyn had stolen from the Necron Dynasties.
Blackstone can suppress Psionic Energy, but it can also amplify the wearer's own Psionic Energy power.
Dorn originally possessed powerful Psionic Energy potential due to the characteristics of the Primarch, but it was never developed.
Stimulated by this armor, those dormant powers are gradually awakening.
Guilliman took a deep breath, suppressing his anger.
"Seventh Brother!"
He threw a punch, knocking Dorn back:
"Wake up! I am Guilliman, not Horus!"
Dorn steadied himself and pounced again:
"Don't try to fool me! You are Horus!"
His sword moved with even greater ferocity, and his roars grew ever louder:
"I will avenge Sanguinius!"
"I will avenge all the brothers who died at your hands!"
"I want--"
Guilliman finally couldn't hold back any longer.
He kicked out, hitting Dorn in the chest.
The force of that kick was so great that it sent Dorn flying backward, smashing into a group of Necron Warriors behind him.
"Enough!"
Guilliman roared:
"If you mention the Second Imperium again, I'm really angry!"
He lunged forward and snatched the sword from Dorn's hand.
The sword trembled wildly in his hand, trying to break free.
But Guilliman held onto it tightly.
He raised the sword, ready to use it against Dorn—
Then, he froze.
The sword remained motionless in his hand.
There was no eerie green light, no force suppressing the Material Universe, nothing—
There was nothing there.
It's just an ordinary iron rod.
Guilliman's lips twitched slightly.
This sword has recognized its master.
The Phase Weapons of Necrons are often bound to the soul of their users.
Only individuals that have undergone specific certification can unleash their full power.
Trazyn had clearly already bound the sword to Dorn.
It is only a divine weapon in Dorn's hands.
In his hands, it was nothing but a piece of scrap metal.
He threw the sword back to Dorn.
Dorn caught the sword and lunged forward again.
"Horus --!!!"
Guilliman sighed.
This is unbearable.
The battle lasted a long time.