I'm Giving You Blackstone Technology

"Guilliman."

His voice is very low.

"I know how sinful I am."

"I cannot absolve myself of the blame for what Trazyn did."

"Although I can't repay it, I still hope that no more killings will occur."

Guilliman looked at him, a hint of complexity flashed in those blue-gold eyes.

Silent King continues.

"I am willing to compensate Imperium of Man for Blackstone's technology."

"All Blackstone technology, including Obelisk's construction method, including Phase Weapons's forging process, including Living Metal's smelting technology."

"I am also willing to let all Necrons help Imperium of Man build Blackstone defense to resist the invasion of Warp."

Guilliman was silent.

Blackstone technology, that is the core technology of Necrons, is the power enough to change the entire Milky Way pattern.

With Blackstone defense, every planet in Imperium of Man can become Terra, can resist the invasion of Chaos, and can become an unbreakable fortress.

"You are very sincere."

Guilliman said.

"But this matter is too big and cannot be decided by me alone."

"Let's talk about it after we have a meeting."

Silent King nodded.

"Okay."

"Meetings are important."

At this moment, Guilliman's communicator rang.

The signal came from Macragge, from his heir, and from the veteran he left behind at Ultramar.

"Gene-Father."

There was a hint of fatigue in the veteran's voice, but more of it was anger.

"Insect Swarm Invasion Ultramar."

"We have been repulsed."

Guilliman's face instantly turned green.

"What?"

His voice was low and dangerous.

"The swarm dares to invade my Ultramar?"

Around him, the blue-gold flames suddenly surged.

In his eyes, the blue-gold light was like two stars.

In his hand, the golden flame on Emperor's Sword was burning brightly.

"Silent King."

He turned around and looked at the Necrons king.

"Let's wait for the meeting."

Silent King looked at him.

"What's wrong?"

Guilliman's mouth corners were raised slightly, and the smile was full of killing intent.

"Someone dares to hack into my Ultramar."

"I'm going to sort it out."

His figure disappeared in the void, and the blue-gold light dragged out a long trajectory, extending in the direction of Ultramar.

Silent King stood there, watching the dissipating light, and was silent for a long time.

Then he lowered his head and looked at Trazyn, who was still sobbing, with a trace of disgust in his eyes.

"It's not good for you to mess with anyone, but mess with him."

He shook his head.

"I've been hurt so much by you."

Craftworlds Ulthwé, Prophecy Hall.

The prophets looked at the pictures in the crystal ball and remained silent.

In that picture, 50,000 Ultramarines were killing the insect swarm in the void.

Their speed is extremely fast, their strength is ridiculously strong, and their fighting style is crazy and efficient.

They killed and ate at the same time, and ate and killed at the same time.

The cruelty of that scene made these prophets who had lived for thousands of years feel trembling.

"Fifty thousand people."

A prophet's voice trembled.

"It only took 50,000 people to wipe out an entire tentacle of Leviathan."

The speaker stood there, his old eyes full of solemnity.

There was a fear in his heart that he had never experienced before.

It's not because of the power of the insect swarm, but because of the power of human beings.

Each of those blue figures has a Adeptus Custodes level of combat power, each one can fly freely in the void, and each one can fight the Termagant clan with bare hands.

Fifty thousand people can defeat one of Leviathan's tentacles.

What if it's five hundred thousand?

What about five million?

"Will they retaliate?"

A young prophet's voice was full of worry.

"If we lure the insect swarm to Ultramar, will they find out that we did it?"

The Speaker was silent for a moment.

Then he shook his head, with a hint of self-comfort in his voice.

"No."

"They don't know we did it."

"We just need to keep silent about it."

The other prophet nodded.

"Moreover, our leaders Yvraine and Reaper Host have a very good relationship with Imperium of Man's Lord Regent."

"She is still a guest at Terra."

"The other party will never blame us."

The Speaker sighed, his sigh full of exhaustion.

"I hope so."

He looked at the dissipating blue light in the crystal ball, and a complex emotion surged in his heart.

It was fear, uneasiness, and deep helplessness.

Imperium of Man, has become so powerful.

Eldar, on the other hand, is still fighting among itself, still lingering on, and still using such despicable means to try to delay its own demise.

"Maybe."

he murmured.

"We should really consider cooperating with Imperium of Man."

No one answered him.

In the prophecy hall, there is only the eternal silence.

Guilliman's message came back to Macragge, and there was an unquestionable command in that voice.

"Go check it out."

"Find out why the insect swarm suddenly turned to Ultramar."

"Their course was changed by something."

"I want to know who is behind this."

"As you command, father."

The investigation went faster than Guilliman expected.

The intelligence network of Ultramarines is as dense as a spider web in Five Hundred Worlds of Ultramar, and no disturbance can escape their eyes.

Just three days later, the investigation report was placed on Guilliman's desk.

"Craftworlds Ulthwé."

Guilliman read the name on the report, his voice full of sarcasm.

"Eldar."

"I knew it was these self-righteous people with long ears."

The report described in detail how Aeldari Farseer used Psionic Energy to guide the course of the swarm, and how to guide the swarm of space locusts to Ultramar.

The evidence is conclusive, including the remaining traces of Psionic Energy's fluctuations, the time nodes when the insect swarm's course changed, and even a Eldar communication record intercepted from Webway.

"Lead the insect swarm to Ultramar and let humans be the scapegoats."

Guilliman read that communication record, the corners of his mouth raised slightly, but there was no warmth in that smile.

"What a plan."

He stood up, his tall body casting a long shadow under the light.

In his eyes, the blue-gold light was burning.

In his heart, the essence of Son of War was awakening.

"Pass the order."

His voice rang in the communication channel and spread throughout Ultramar.

"All Ultramarines, assemble."

"Target--Craftworlds Ulthwé."

"The reason - they dare to touch my things."

The moment the order was issued, the entire Ultramar was boiling.

Ultramarines's reaction was even more intense than Guilliman expected.

Those big blue guys are turning red one by one.

Their Power Armour is flowing with the light of Smart Atoms, their weapons are burning with golden flames, and their eyes are full of killing intent.