The secret laboratory housed an array of instruments.
There was a Warp amplifier made of blackstone, a clone lying on a bed, and Trazyn's head, bristling with cables.
For the past month, Bona had been cracking the Necrons' underlying protocols.
Even with the Void Dragon's help, and Tzeentch Sorcery allowing him to quickly search through information in the Warp, the work had nearly exhausted Bona to death.
But now, he had finally succeeded.
Only one last step remained...
Bona walked over to the Warp amplifier and silently knelt.
He called out to the stars for help, hoping someone would answer his summons.
At last, a soul appeared before him.
|You need my help.|
[Yes.]
|What can I do for you?|
[I will erase all your memories, erase everything that makes you who you are. You will die completely.]
|...|
[You can refuse.]
|No, I agree.|
[I would like to remember your name.]
|I accomplished nothing in my life. I never did anything for anyone.|
|If my death can help someone else, if it can do even a little for the God-Emperor, then do it.|
[I will remember your noble sacrifice, nameless one.]
Flames swept down the spectral figure from head to toe, burning everything away.
The figure merely murmured one last sentence.
|Forgive me...|
Then the flames consumed everything, reducing the spectral figure to a white spark.
Bona rose and guided that pure white soul into the lifeless body, then shut down the Warp amplifier.
He quickly switched on the complex instruments around him, and the supercomputer began rapidly feeding in data.
About a dozen minutes later, the progress bar on the computer finally reached 100%.
Bona cut off the transmission channel, then initiated the awakening ritual.
The nutrient fluid in the cultivation pod rapidly drained away, and the indicator