Life Will Find a Way
"A program error has been detected."
Necron Overlord's voice sounded in the communication channel, cold and mechanical, "Clear it immediately.
Clear it immediately."
Behind the running Necrons, countless Necrons raised their weapons.
Their eyes were empty and cold, their movements were mechanical and precise, and there was no hesitation in their hearts.
Because they don't have soul fragments throbbing, because they don't have revived memories, because they are just cold machines that obey orders.
One after another, green light fell on the running Necrons.
That is Necrons's atomic level destructive weapon, capable of completely erasing targets from the atomic level.
His knee was hit, the Necrodermis joint shattered, and his body staggered.
But his pace did not stop.
His chest was hit, the armor shattered, and the energy core was exposed.
But his pace did not stop.
His arm was hit, the Necrodermis bones were broken, and the palm fell off.
But his pace did not stop.
He is still running.
From learning to run to hobbling, he seemed to have once again experienced the life he was supposed to experience.
Instead of fixing your memories and everything about you forever at the age of twenty-four.
Those short, fresh, and vital twenty-four years were like fireflies and stars in the face of the eternal, cold, sixty-five million years of death.
But the light of the fireflies was more dazzling than any star at this moment.
He saw it.
In that dead galaxy, in the ethereal atmosphere of this planet, he saw his former wife and daughter.
They stood in the blue-gold cloud, smiling and waving to him.
He tried his best to run towards everything he could have.
"I'm sorry!"
His voice echoed in the void. It was full of regret, full of self-blame, and full of words that had not been spoken in 65 million years, "Also, I really miss you!"
His head was pierced by a green beam of light.
The Necrodermis head was spinning in the air, and the green sensor light gradually dimmed.
His body fell heavily to the surface of the planet, the fragments scattered in all directions, the energy core shattered, and all the 65 million years of memories poured out at that moment.
This is a dead planet.
There was no life at all, and even the atmosphere collapsed.
There was no wind, no water, no sound.
There is only the endless, cold, eternal silence.
The fragments of Necrons are scattered on that empty land.
His body only twitched twice and then fell completely silent.
The originally dim green sensor light gradually dimmed, went out, and disappeared.
At the last moment, he seemed to have found himself again.
He saw it.
In that blue-gold cloud, his wife and daughter were walking towards him.
The wife had that familiar smile on her face, gentle and kind.
There was that familiar smile on her daughter's face, innocent and lively.
They stretched out their hands and waved to him.
He reached out and wanted to hold their hands.
That hand is no longer a cold Necrodermis, but a warm, flesh-and-blood human hand.
His body is no longer the dead metal shell, but the young, fresh, and full of vitality Necrontyr body.
"Dad!" My daughter's voice is like a silver bell, like the sound of nature, and like the most beautiful music in the world.
"Dear." My wife's voice is like the spring breeze, like the warm sun, and like the gentlest hug.
He smiled.
In that smile, there was relief, satisfaction, and happiness that had never been seen in 65 million years.
He reached out and took their hands.
The touch is so real, so warm, so beautiful.
"We must win, humans." His voice was so soft that only he could hear it.
He looked at the smiling old woman and the fighting blue figure in the blue-gold clouds.
The corners of his mouth raised slightly, "If you were a human being and not a Warp god.
Humanity will definitely achieve final victory because you are still alive!
Life will not fail! Life will find its own way!
Because we are alive, we keep improving ourselves! Because we are alive, we can fight without danger!"
His eyes went out completely.
The Necrodermis body lay on the dead planet, the fragments were scattered in the wind, and the energy was dissipated in the void.
But the moment he closed his eyes, a smile seemed to appear on his face, on the metal mask.
That is the smile of satisfaction, that is the smile of relief, that is the smile of going home.
He finally met his wife and daughter.
He apologized to the two of them and cried to the two of them. The tears were real, the voice was real, and the emotions were real.
In the end, with the comfort of the two of them, they returned to the endless reincarnation in the universe together.
In that reincarnation, there is warm sunshine, gentle breeze, mother's hands, father's arms, children's laughter, and lover's eyes.
That was everything he had dreamed of for 65 million years.
The wave of Yar space rolled over, and the last bit of soul fragment belonging to Necrons finally returned to Warp.
This bit of soul debris was destroyed by the waves of Warp, and it would not even make that Necrons feel the slightest pain.
It also makes Lesser God unable to preserve the brilliance of this soul.
Guilliman stood in the void, looking at the fallen Necrons, and was silent for a long time.
In his eyes, the blue-gold light flickered slightly.
A complex emotion surged in his heart.
"Congratulations on finally stopping running. The meaning of life lies in the pursuit of life, but the end of the pursuit is death."
"Then consider this death as a new starting point. Perhaps after the endless waves of the Warp, a ray of soul will always return, and there will always be an existence in this world that will appear again."
"Before then, I will eliminate the sins of your race, just out of a little kindness belonging to humans!
I ask you to let the identity of Necrontyr die!"