Foolish Trazyn!

What is the ultimate power of atoms? It is to shape life with your bare hands.

It is to create a living person out of dust and earth and stone, to create a flesh-and-blood existence out of the energy of nothingness, and to construct the most complex soul out of the most basic particles.

Is it possible for Guilliman to use this ability to make their dead bodies come alive again?

On the premise of retaining the current memory, use the energy of Blackstone and C'tan, use Atomic Law and Law of Eternity, and use all available means to let Necrons regain its soul.

Silent King's fingers stopped.

His emotional simulation system was running, trying to extract some kind of quantifiable data from that thought.

But he failed.

That's not data, that's hope.

A hope that has never been extinguished in 65 million years, as weak as a candle in the wind.

"Originally, I wanted to have peace talks." Silent King's voice was very low, so low that only he could hear it, "But that idiot Trazyn made the possibility of peace talks disappear."

Blade Phaeron was silent.

Stellar Phaeron was also silent.

The voice of Annihilation Phaeron sounded in the communication channel, but it was also silent.

Trazyn.

That collector, that lunatic, that bastard who stole Imperium of Man Lord Regent's mother and imprisoned her for ten thousand years.

He turned a negotiable opponent into a crazy avenger.

He turned a conflict that could be resolved through diplomacy into a life-or-death war.

"So," Silent King's voice returned to calmness, and the calmness contained the coldness accumulated over 65 million years, "we can only fight.

Fight to the back until Guilliman is willing to talk to us."

Warp Deep in the depths, a black sun is rising slowly.

That's not the sun, that's the Warp entity of Emperor.

Dark King.

Fifth Chaos Gods.

Master of Mankind.

The black sun is burning in Warp. Its light is not warm, but cold; not bright, but deep; not life-giving, but devouring everything.

No Chaos beings around it dared to approach. Those Greater Daemon, those Daemon Prince, and those Lesser God were all trembling in the black light.

Because they know that that is their natural enemy, that is Chaos's Terminator, that is Dark King that is arbitrary for all eternity.

The black sun trembled slightly.

It felt - at the edge of Material Universe, in the depths of the distant void, countless green lights were lighting up.

That is Necron Dynasties's fleet, with millions of warships and tens of billions of warriors, advancing towards Terra.

Their speed was so fast that the light of the phase engine dragged out a trajectory that was several light years long in the void.

There were so many of them that the green light connected together like a burning Milky Way.

But those fleets have now reached the range that Emperor's strength can reach.

This "touch" refers to the range that can be directly interfered with by the power of Dark King.

Not a Psionic Energy projection, not a Warp entity, but a real, direct, power projection without any media.

The black sun began to expand, and its light became brighter and brighter, more and more powerful, and more and more terrifying.

On Golden Throne, the withered corpse trembled slightly.

His eyes did not open, his lips did not open, his fingers did not move.

But the already cold plate of food beside him suddenly disappeared.

It is not taken away or transported, but directly broken down into the most basic particles by some kind of force.

Those particles dispersed in the air, turned into a faint golden light, and merged into Emperor's body.

That meal was cooked by Guilliman himself.

Void Whale's ribs, Melta's fried fatty steak, Psionic Energy's stewed marrow soup.

Emperor took a bite and it tasted pretty good.

Although he couldn't taste it, his taste buds had already been burned completely by Psionic Energy.

But his processor - if souls have processors - told him that the meal did taste good.

After you have eaten, let's do some work for your son.

Emperor's power exploded.

That's not Psionic Energy, that's the original power of Dark King.

That was a tsunami that surged from the deepest depths of Warp and was enough to swallow everything.

Golden light spurted out from Golden Throne, penetrated the dome of the palace, penetrated the atmosphere of Terra, penetrated the boundaries of Solar System, and spread towards the entire Milky Way.

The light was so intense that half of Milky Way was illuminated.

The stars that were twinkling in the night sky were eclipsed by the golden light.

The ships sailing in the void were as small as fireflies in the golden light.

Those sleeping ancient beings opened their eyes in the golden light, their eyes full of horror.

The Necrons fleet reacts faster than any living thing.

Their sensors sounded the alarm the moment Emperor's power exploded, their shields were all activated within 0.3 seconds, and their phase engines began to warm up within 0.5 seconds.

But Emperor's power was too fast. It was too fast for their processors to analyze, too fast for their shields to resist, and too fast for their engines to start.

Golden light swept across the Necrons fleet.

Wherever the light passed, the green energy shield tore like tissue paper.

Wherever the light passed, Living Metal's armor melted like ice and snow.

Wherever the light passed, the body cast by Necrodermis collapsed like a sand sculpture.

A Reaper-class Battleship was hit by golden light. Its shield was overloaded in 0.1 seconds, its armor melted in 0.2 seconds, and its core exploded in 0.3 seconds.

The light of the explosion bloomed in the void, like a faint green flower.

Then came the second ship, the third ship, the tenth ship, and the hundredth ship.

In Stellar Phaeron's eyes, the light spots representing the fleet were extinguished in patches.

Her processor was racing, trying to calculate the damage.

But the loss was so great that her logic array could not give accurate numbers in a short time.

"Full shields! Full power of the phase engine! Retreat!" Her voice burst through the communication channel, with an urgency that had never been seen in 65 million years.

But the power of Emperor gave them no chance to retreat.

The golden light was like a tsunami, one wave after another, each wave stronger than the last.

It is devouring the Necrons fleet, devouring those once arrogant battleships, and devouring those bodies that carry memories of 65 million years.

What's even more frightening is that the consciousness transmission of those Necron Warriors who were hit by the golden light was interfered with.

The consciousness data that should have been sent back to the mausoleum at the moment of body death were like signals in the storm in the golden light, intermittent and sometimes absent.

Some consciousnesses were successfully transmitted back, but the data was incomplete, leaving large gaps in the memory matrix.

Some consciousnesses are intercepted by golden light during transmission, and then crushed, broken down, and completely erased.

Those Necron Warriors, dead.

real death.

Not the death of the body, not the dissipation of consciousness, but the end of existence itself.

They will not be reborn in the tomb, put into a new body, or set foot on the battlefield again.

Their memories, their experiences, and their sixty-five million years of existence were all reduced to nothingness in that golden light.