The resurrection mechanism has always been the advantage of the Necrons.
After a Necron Warrior is destroyed on the battlefield, its broken body is sent to a furnace to be re-forged.
Once the body is complete, personality data is downloaded from the data sea, completing the resurrection process.
As long as the resurrection device is not destroyed, the Necrons can keep resurrecting, and combined with their powerful technology,
For many weaker races,
the Necrons are an invincible existence, like gods.
Trazyn also always used this method to bully those weaker races, taking whatever he wanted from them.
And this time, he finally felt what those races, who had been raging at him in futility, felt.
Because he also encountered enemies who could resurrect and crush him in the field of technology.
These Humans once again bypassed the tomb's protection protocols and quietly appeared before him.
You must know, after the last incident, he had strengthened the protection protocols.
Yet the other party still broke through silently.
Thinking of this, Trazyn felt an emotion he hadn't experienced in a long time: despair.
He truly couldn't understand how these Humans managed to do it.
You must know, their race's physical technology was perfected with the help of the ancient Star Gods, making it the pinnacle of the western galaxy.
Could it be that these Humans also had Star Gods helping them?
Trazyn quickly discarded this idea,
because most of the Star Gods had already been shattered,
what's more, with the temperament of Star Gods, how could they possibly assist Humans??
"We meet again, Trazyn."
The Warmaster activated the longsword in his hand,
and the servo mechanism let out a low roar.
This time, the Warmaster was using a chainsword.
Immediately upon resurrection, he expended a large amount of merit,
requesting Cortana to once again pinpoint Trazyn's location and assist in disabling the tomb's security system.
Just like that, the Warmaster and his group appeared fresh before Trazyn.
"I underestimated your group; you are more troublesome than I imagined."
Trazyn held the Staff of Empathic Oblivion, his voice cold.
Because dealing with Humans had been too easy in the past,
he had subconsciously developed a disdain for Humans,
and had not thoroughly investigated the God Chosen before targeting them.
He subconsciously believed that the God Chosen were merely a new type of warrior created by the Human Empire,
and that he needed to capture a few to use as specimens,
completely unaware that these God Chosen could not only resurrect but also harness the power of the Emperor.
If he had known this, he would have been much more cautious when capturing the God Chosen, or even abandoned the idea of capturing them altogether.
Now, anyone or anything connected to that corpse on the Golden Throne was very troublesome.
The Bell of St. Gestahl last time was an example;
he had clearly taken a full set of protective measures,
but when Abaddon launched the Thirteenth Black Crusade,
that ancient relic actually rang out within the stasis field,
its sound loud, shaking space and time, damaging many of Trazyn's collections and causing many artifacts to go out of control.
Trazyn had no choice but to throw this hot potato deep into the Webway,
hoping that relic would cause some trouble for the Spirit Race Empire.
"You are also more difficult to deal with than I imagined." the Warmaster said, "This time, I will not be as careless as last time."
Trazyn activated the staff in his hand,
and a ghostly green light covered the staff, possessing a captivating power.
"I will deal with you again, little thief."
"That should be my line."
The Warmaster activated combat mode, turning on the thrusters behind him,
and his speed instantly increased, as swift as a ghost, so fast that he left afterimages in the air.
Before biotransference, Trazyn was a scholar, and combat was not his specialty.
After biotransference, thanks to his high-strength living metal body, he gained the capital to become a warrior.
The logic modules implanted in his cranium allowed him to effortlessly utilize the combat data of those warriors.
And after so much tempering in war, he was already a combat master.
A ray of light emanated from Trazyn's body, and the surrounding flow of time suddenly slowed down,
allowing Trazyn to clearly see the Warmaster's exaggerated speed,
and use his staff to block the opponent's attack.
Clang!!
The staff blocked the roaring saw-toothed sword, emitting a piercing sound and sparking electricity.
"Fighting with the power of time, how interesting!!"
The Warmaster, through his armor's analysis system, learned that Trazyn had used some kind of temporal field.
"This is what you low-level beings cannot comprehend; we possess technology far beyond yours."
"In my eyes, you are merely a crude, uncouth savage holding a stone."
Trazyn mocked,
"Your race will never be able to compare to ours."
"You were once slaves to the Star Gods." the Warmaster said quietly.
Trazyn: "..."
"Your understanding of the universe is crude and rudimentary."
"You were once slaves to the Star Gods." the Warmaster repeated again.
Anger rose in Trazyn's heart, "Your Emperor was an idiot; he played himself to death, and dragged humanity along with him."
"You were once slaves to the Star Gods." the Warmaster repeated once more.
"Damn it!!" Trazyn's defenses broke, and white steam spewed from the gaps in his body,
his emotion module had overloaded, and the steam was coolant.
The staff in his hand suddenly erupted with a bright beam of light, pushing the Warmaster back,
then, Trazyn looked at the Lychguard behind him and gave them orders.
"Kill them."
The Necron Warriors raised their long gauss flayers and fired at the Players,
bright emerald green beams of light cut through the air, landing on the Players' shields.
"Move." Tenjiro shouted,
the staff in his hand suddenly erupted with a terrifying psychic power,
bright lightning suddenly appeared, accompanied by rumbling sounds,
instantly sending the charging Necron Warriors flying.
The other Players also raised their bolters and fired at the Necronss.
After slaying several Necron Warriors, the Warmaster once again confronted Trazyn the Infinite.
"Your head is mine, Necron Overlord." the Warmaster said.
These words ignited fury in Trazyn's heart,
a mere Human dared to be so arrogant, not knowing the immensity of heaven and earth.
To say such words, he clearly didn't put him in his eyes at all!!
"Damn monkey, when the Necron walked among the stars, you were still just a bunch of underwater creatures." Trazyn said.
"You were utterly defeated by the Old Ones, and still slaves to the Star Gods, a bunch of star-slaves who sold their souls."
"Unable to defeat the Spirit Race Empire, you could only slink away to slumber."
The Warmaster displayed his keyboard warrior skills,
seizing Trazyn's sore points and relentlessly attacking.
Trazyn's defenses broke again, and he launched an even more ferocious attack at the Warmaster,
however, at his core, he was still a scholar.
After a fierce battle,
Clang!!
After another block, his staff flew out,
landing in the distance with a crisp sound.
"It seems you've lost again."
The Warmaster swung the roaring chainsword, severing Trazyn's arm, plunging it into his chest cavity, and continuously cutting.
Trazyn felt the opponent's blade tearing through his living metal body,
biting into his core reactor,
and with a flash of the sword,
battery acid and reactor fluid gushed out, splashing onto the ground with a sizzling sound like hot oil.
Trazyn staggered a few steps, then knelt to the ground.
"This time, you won't have another chance."
The Warmaster kicked the Necron Overlord's metal body, sending him to the ground,
then, he stepped on Trazyn's head, grinning,
"I told you before that I would cut off your head and ask if you were the real body. Now I'm making good on my promise."
Trazyn gave him the middle finger, "I'll be back, monkey."
"Even if you come back a thousand times, ten thousand times, it won't change the fact that I will kill you."
The roaring chainsword swung down, severing Trazyn's head, once again ending the Necron Overlord.
This time, the Warmaster was not careless,
but cautiously looked around,
fearing that the opponent would once again use the bodies of other Necron Warriors to ambush him.
After searching for a while, Trazyn did not reappear; he had clearly given up.
After all, even if he resurrected, it would only be self-humiliation,
and a dignified Necron Overlord had not fallen so low as to find amusement in being humiliated by others.
Trazyn was defeated,
and Tenjiro and the other Players also dealt with the Necron Warriors protecting Trazyn.
After clearing the obstacles, the Players explored the tomb, searching for those precious specimens.
"Do you think little Fulgrim will be on this planet??"
Tenjiro looked around, wanting to find the clone of Fulgrim created by the evil Fabius Bile using Fulgrim's gene sequence—little Fulgrim.
"Probably not. Trazyn is cunning and treacherous; there's no way he'd put all his collections on one planet."
"Cloned Primarchs and the like must be on more secretive Museum Planets, such as his main base, the Solomnus World."
Zhuge analyzed the information currently available, judging that the collections on this planet were not Trazyn the Infinite's most precious.
His most precious collections should be on the Solomnus World under his rule.
"No matter, we'll take what we can get, and release the Human Empire forces imprisoned there," the Warmaster said.
The Players went deeper, releasing many exhibits along the way, causing destruction for Trazyn the Infinite.
After this battle, even if Trazyn the Infinite held the Museum Planet, it would be meaningless, because all the collections would be destroyed.
After plundering the exhibition hall, the Warmaster and other Players returned to the surface with a large amount of spoils.
As soon as they returned to the camp in their gunship, they heard an angry quarrel.
Walking over, they found that a squad of Luna Wolves and Battle Sisters had erupted into conflict.
Both sides were at loggerheads, even raising their guns, looking ready to pull the trigger and open fire at the slightest disagreement.
"What's going on?"
The Warmaster asked a bystander officer, and learned the full story from him.
Some time ago, they set off into the tomb to rescue the Hogwarts Battle Group Players.
Upon entering the exhibition hall, they encountered many Imperial heroes along the way.
Among them were the Luna Wolves squad and the Battle Sisters who were now in conflict.
They had all been captured by Trazyn the Infinite and imprisoned in stasis fields and dimensional labyrinths as specimens.
For safety reasons, the Warmaster and other Players did not immediately release these Imperial heroes.
After all, NPCs are not like Players; they cannot revive indefinitely.
Once surrounded by Necrons, these NPCs would be doomed.
It wasn't until the Human Empire fleet in orbit attacked the Museum Planet that Trazyn the Infinite and the Necrons under him became overwhelmed, losing interest in the exhibition hall.
Only then did the Warmaster and other Players feel safe releasing these Imperial heroes, granting them freedom.
After escaping the tomb, these individuals quickly received aid from airborne troops and once again threw themselves into the battle against the Necrons.
At first, everything was fine.
They cooperated fully, working together to assist the airborne troops in clearing the Necrons forces on the surface, expanding humanity's advantage.
But as time went on, conflicts arose between them, escalating to the point of opening fire and fighting amongst themselves.
It turned out that the Luna Wolves, led by Marsanor, were warriors from the 30k era.
When they were imprisoned by Trazyn the Infinite, Marsanor and his comrades had just annihilated the outer worlds of Ullanor, preparing to attack the capital of the Orks Empire.
At that time, the Emperor and Horus were intimately close, appearing no different from true father and son.
Their relationship was so close that it made other Primarchs jealous.
Sanguinius even advised other Primarchs not to conflict with Horus, saying that Horus was unique in his father's heart, and none of them could compare.
Marsanor and the others naturally would not believe that Horus would betray the Emperor.
Even if Guilliman, who was intent on building a small empire, the mysterious Lion El'Jonson, or Jaghatai Khan, who constantly disregarded orders, rebelled, Horus would not.
When the Battle Sisters mentioned this matter again and spoke of Guilliman's greatness, Marsanor and the Luna Wolves could no longer tolerate such slander and insinuation.
They all raised their boltguns, demanding an apology from the Battle Sisters.
The Battle Sisters did not back down, also standing up, shouting the Emperor's name, and then pointing their guns at the Luna Wolves.
"Enough."
Seeing the situation about to spiral out of control, the Warmaster, having understood the full story, stepped between the arguing parties, intervening in the impending conflict.
Seeing the Warmaster, who had supposedly sacrificed himself, reappear, the Battle Sisters and Luna Wolves showed shocked expressions.
Having been busy fighting since gaining their freedom, they didn't even know that the God Chosen could revive using the Emperor's power.
"Infighting will only diminish our strength and is useless to the current situation."
"Put down your weapons, and do not point your guns at allies."
The Warmaster ignored their shock, demanding both sides lay down their weapons.
"They raised their guns first," the leading Battle Sister said.
The Warmaster turned to the Luna Wolves squad, "Put down your weapons, Sergeant Marsanor."
"They insulted the Wolf God!" Marsanor shouted angrily, "And it's not the first time."
The Warmaster sighed softly, "Haven't you thought about one thing? Perhaps they weren't lying."
"Horus would never betray the Emperor!" Marsanor shouted.
The Warmaster ordered someone to bring a data-slate and presented the history of the Horus Heresy to these Luna Wolves.
"Impossible, impossible."
"This isn't true."
Marsanor and the Luna Wolves all broke down after reading this history.
Why must this universe be so cruel and malicious??
Horus, who most worshipped and relied on the Emperor, became the leader of the traitors, igniting a war that plunged the entire galaxy into chaos.
The Primarch of the Iron Hands—Ferrus, and the Primarch of the Blood Angels—Sanguinius, also fell in that rebellion.
After Marsanor was rescued, he learned that it was now the 42nd millennium, and his heart was both lost and excited.
Lost, because he couldn't witness the end of the Great Crusade.
Excited, because it was now the 42nd millennium.
To date, the Human Empire had been established for over ten thousand years.
In the Great Crusade of the 30k era, humanity could no longer find enemies in the galaxy.
Humanity in the 42k era should have established colonies beyond the galaxy.
Perhaps, large-scale human migration had already occurred to other star systems.
During this period, who knows how many great figures were born, and how many great endeavors were accomplished.
The beautiful future the Emperor had promised must have arrived by now, right?
However, Reality was so cruel, shattering Marsanor's hopeful illusions.
Realizing what the Human Empire had become, Marsanor and the Luna Wolves also showed expressions of despair.
How could things have developed to this point??
… … … …
Terra, inside the Imperial Palace,
It was as lively and busy as ever, with many political staff scurrying to deliver documents or transmit orders, fearing any delay.
And in the deepest part of the Imperial Palace, Alex was, as always, handling political affairs.
During the time the Players were fighting hard on the Museum Planet, Alex was also not idle.
The Indomitus Crusade and the distress calls from fortress worlds, these military and state affairs, naturally, need no further mention; they all required Alex's review.
Just the ongoing migration work on Terra currently required Alex to occasionally divert his attention to ensure it proceeded in an orderly manner.
Near Terra's orbit, several magnificent space cities were already taking shape.
Mars's productivity was unquestionable; creating such a void city was not difficult for them.
Especially after acquiring various technologies provided by Cortana, the productivity of Mars's factories exploded even further.
Efficiency increased by over 1000%, reaching extreme levels.
During this time, Mars successively built the frameworks of several space cities.
And Alex, on his side, had been relocating residents near the Imperial Palace, clearing the surroundings of the Imperial Palace to improve safety.
Naturally, some obstacles were encountered during this period.
Many Terra residents were unwilling to relocate to space.
For many, to die on Terra, to die in the place closest to the Emperor, to die on humanity's home planet, was itself an supreme honor.
And Alex's actions undoubtedly deprived them of this glory.
But rebuilding Terra was of paramount importance; no matter how great the difficulties, it had to be pushed forward.
Restoring Terra's ecosystem, and secretly building a geocore engine, so that if anything went slightly wrong, Alex could directly teleport the entire human home planet away.
Just as he finished signing a decree on how to prevent underhive gangs, a golden light curtain appeared.
[Quest: Analyze the Staff of the Star's Fury
The Staff of the Star's Fury is a divine artifact forged by the Necrons race with the help of the C'tan, possessing incredible power, capable of binding a star in its prime and converting its power for their own use.
Humanity should master such technology. Please have Cortana analyze the Staff of the Star's Fury.
Quest Reward: Large amount of Faith Value, acquire Star Energy Conversion Technology Version 1.0 (This technology is a prerequisite for Megastructure Technology)]