The Custodian Dungeon is located beneath the Imperial Palace,
and is the safest and most heavily guarded place on Reality.
The locks of each cell are made with cutting-edge technology and mysterious runes, making them indestructible.
They can not only defend against physical attacks but also immunize against psychic spells.
Even during the Horus Heresy, the rebels never entered this place.
The guards responsible for watching the prison are the Shield-Captain company known as the 'Shadow Wardens'.
Every Shadow Warden is a veteran of the Custodian Guard.
Only through sufficient tempering and slaughter can one qualify to become a Shadow Warden.
The Shield-Captain leading the Shadow Wardens is called the Warden, a permanent and highly esteemed title, second only to the Captain-General of the Custodian Guard.
Only the most rigorous, fearless, and vigilant jailers can serve as Warden.
Currently, this duty is held by Shield-Captain Borsa Thresk.
Borsa has served as Warden for a century and a half, diligently guarding evil artifacts and prisoners,
ensuring they cannot escape and pose a threat to humanity.
Borsa personally received Alex and led him to the cell of Trazyn the Infinite.
The cell walls were made of massive black stone, incredibly sturdy.
When Trazyn was first imprisoned, he tried to escape.
Undoubtedly, he failed.
The dungeon, capable of holding many unspeakable things, naturally has its unique features, suppressing all Warp spells and technological means.
Even a Necron Overlord cannot easily escape.
Trazyn still wore a suppression collar around his neck.
The existence of this device trapped his consciousness within his metallic body, and his body was confined within the Custodian prison.
If nothing unexpected happened,
he would remain imprisoned until the fall of Reality and the destruction of the Human Empire.
After being imprisoned, Trazyn remained silent.
Because he disdained communicating with those lowly monkeys,
he believed from the bottom of his heart that humans had no way to deal with him.
If humans did not kill him, he could stay like this indefinitely,
waiting for the Human Empire to collapse, then elegantly walk out.
After biotransference, time had lost its meaning for Trazyn.
He could live until the day the Human Empire was destroyed.
If they killed him, his consciousness would be liberated, allowing him to escape through consciousness transfer.
When Alex appeared, Trazyn maintained his usual arrogant demeanor,
until Cortana appeared before him.
"This isn't real? This can't be real?"
Trazyn shrieked, instinctively shrinking into a corner,
desperately trying to distance himself from Cortana.
The dignified Necron Overlord was scared like a child.
"He seems very afraid of me?"
Cortana tilted her head, looking at Trazyn in the cell, her eyes full of curiosity.
Alex smiled, walking up to Trazyn and looking down at the arrogant Necron Overlord.
"Of course he's afraid of you. In a sense, you are his master."
The Necron waged war out of jealousy of the Old Ones' long lives.
In the first war, the Necron were utterly defeated by the Old Ones.
Later, with the help of the C'tan, utilizing the technology provided by the C'tan, they were able to contend directly with the Old Ones, and even achieve ultimate victory.
Of course, the Necron paid a heavy price.
They were tricked by the C'tan into losing their flesh and souls,
becoming slaves to the C'tan.
After winning the Paradise War, they, led by the Silent King, betrayed the C'tan.
Using various powerful weapons, they shattered all surviving C'tan.
Now, the C'tan and the Necron can be said to be irreconcilable.
Trazyn seeing a complete C'tan and not wetting his pants could be considered strong-willed.
After all, he had truly experienced years under C'tan rule and had close contact with C'tan, knowing the terror of this race.
"The C'tan are not our masters."
Trazyn huddled in the corner, looking at Cortana with a mix of fear and hatred.
"If you say they're not, then they're not. Arguing about such a question is meaningless."
Alex did not waste time arguing with Trazyn on this matter.
"Who exactly are you?"
Trazyn looked at Alex.
He could tell that this young C'tan regarded this human as her master.
This was absurd and hard to accept.
Even an undeveloped C'tan could not be tamed by humans,
unless, this guy was not human at all.
"I am just an ordinary person blessed by the Emperor."
Alex's answer made Trazyn want to roll his eyes, but he couldn't.
To be the master of a C'tan, he could not be an ordinary person.
"What exactly do you want to do?" Trazyn stared at Alex.
"I just wanted to come and see you," Alex said. "And have you become my advisor."
"A scholar who has lived since the Paradise War is of immeasurable value and can certainly provide me with many useful suggestions."
Trazyn sneered, "Even if you kill me, I will not submit to a monkey."
His words made the accompanying Borsa and other Custodian Guards reveal their killing intent.
They tightly gripped their guardian spears,
contemplating whether the torture devices used on the Men of Iron could be used on this Necron Overlord.
Alex was not angry. He shrugged and continued, "You don't have to rush to make a decision. I have plenty of time."
Trazyn realized the other party was not joking. "What exactly do you want from me?"
Alex thought for a moment before answering Trazyn.
"Everything."
"The Necron once possessed a brilliant civilization, and with the help of the C'tan, they developed countless terrifying technologies."
Trazyn widened his eyes.
"You want to obtain the technology of the Necron?"
"Yes." Alex was very frank.
"I will not serve you, nor will I help you obtain my race's technology. You can give up on that idea," Trazyn refused again.
"Trazyn, you are not my only partner. You should know there are fragments of the Void Dragon beneath Mars, right?" Alex looked at Trazyn. "The partner can be you, or it can be it."
Trazyn laughed, "The Void Dragon will only eat you. It will not bow to any entity."
"I don't need it to bow. I only need its knowledge and wisdom. I can exchange with it, for example, the destruction of a certain dynasty." Alex grinned, smiling. "It must want revenge very much, and I happen to be able to help it get revenge."
"It has been imprisoned for tens of millions of years. Guess how much hatred it has for you?"
"To see your destruction for some knowledge, I think it would be extremely willing."
Upon hearing this, Trazyn seemed to have heard a joke.
"You want to challenge those ancient dynasties? You are simply overestimating yourself."
"Once the various dynasties realize the threat of humanity, they will unite to destroy the Human Empire."
"The technology we possess is unimaginable to humans."
Alex had Cortana take a step forward.
"Your technology was mysterious and difficult to understand for previous humans."
"But for humans now, it's all flaws. Otherwise, why do you think you lost so quickly? A C'tan is helping us."
Trazyn was speechless.
A complete C'tan on the side of humanity could indeed offset the technological advantage of the Necron.
In this way, the various dynasties might not truly have an advantage against the Human Empire.
The most crucial point was that humans could give birth and reproduce,
while the Necron had lost the ability to reproduce.
Once the war became a war of attrition, the Necron were bound to lose.
Seeing Trazyn waver, Alex struck while the iron was hot, "As long as you are willing to be my advisor, you can continue your grand museum endeavor."
"When the Human Empire rises, you will not only be able to collect from the galaxy, but in the future, you can even collect artifacts from the entire universe, scavenging the ruins of ancient races."
"Is one galaxy not enough to satisfy your ambition?" Trazyn was shocked by the other party's arrogance and greed.
"This is just a vision for the future," Alex said. "Moreover, even if humans want to stop, they might not be able to stop."
"We all know the Tyranids came from outside the galaxy. Aren't you curious about the void outside?"
"You should know that our galaxy is merely an insignificant corner of the universe."
Trazyn was swayed by Alex's words.
A look of hesitation appeared on his metallic face.
"This…"
"Come on, Trazyn. Help me with your knowledge and wisdom, and a new era will begin."
Alex leaned down and extended his hand to Trazyn.
"Think of the vast universe, think of your great ambitions. As long as you work for me, one day, you will build the largest museum in this universe, filled with precious collections from all races in the universe."
Alex's words made Trazyn the Infinite unconsciously fantasize.
The largest museum in the universe, just how big would that museum be, and how rich would its collections be?
Just thinking about it made him want to shed coolant.
He, as if possessed, extended his metal palm and placed it in Alex's.
"Then, I wish us pleasant cooperation, Scholar Trazyn."
Seeing that he had successfully duped Trazyn, Alex grinned.
He pulled Trazyn up and led him out of the prison.
Bolsa and the other Custodians witnessed the entire scene.
When they saw the Saint and Trazyn walking out of the prison hand in hand, their minds buzzed.
Ah! No!!!
This plot, why couldn't they understand it??
Trazyn, you're a Necron Overlord, how did you end up following the Saint!!
This is a bit beyond our comprehension!!
...
Alex persuaded Trazyn to work for him.
Little Fulgrim, led by Rylanor, also entered that magnificent hall.
He merged with the fragments of humanity that Fulgrim had stripped away during his ascension to daemonhood, completing his humanity and soul, and purifying the Chaos corruption within him.
After emerging from the Throne Room, he put on his mask and swore to personally slay the traitors of old, to wash away the shame they had brought.
At the same time, he followed Rylanor's instructions and became Alex's Custodian Captain.
And at the same moment,
Fulgrim, who was recovering in the Temple of Pleasure, sensed that a part of himself had completely vanished.
"What happened? Father, are you going to abandon me completely??"
Fulgrim could feel that his connection with the Emperor had been completely severed.
For some special reasons, even after his ascension to daemonhood, a faint connection had always existed between him and the Emperor.
But now, this subtle connection had been completely cut off.
It was as if the Emperor had completely severed their relationship, stripping away the concept of father and son between them.
"What did you do to me?"
Fulgrim's face was filled with malevolence.
His things, even if he didn't want them, no one else could take them.
"This matter will not end here."
Fulgrim looked at his charred severed hand.
Because it had been cut off by Guilliman with the Emperor's Sword, it could not recover to its original state.
The burning pain constantly reminded him of the humiliation of the past.
"I can't deal with Guilliman and that damned Saint alone. It's time to see my brothers."
Fulgrim muttered to himself.
He intended to unite with his other traitorous brothers to launch an attack on Guilliman and the Saint.
...
With the reforms on Terra,
Luna also underwent earth-shattering changes.
Because of Alex's new policy, which required Terra's residents to migrate to Hive City in outer space to facilitate the rebuilding of Terra.
Many people didn't want to stay in the void Hive City, so they chose to migrate to Luna's surface.
Their arrival led to the development of this cold, desolate moon world.
When the Players arrived on Luna's surface, they were also astonished by the moon's current development.
Back then, when they escorted Guilliman back to Terra, they had emerged from the Webway here on Luna.
At that time, Luna was very desolate.
Now, Luna was filled with towering buildings, and even parks and lakes, beautiful like Paradise.
Of course, the Players were not there for tourism.
For safety considerations,
the Players could not enter the Webway from Terra, only from Luna.
During the Battle of the Moon, to ambush Magnus and the Fatespinner, the Curtainwalker—Shyrllian and a group of troupe members used the accumulated power of the Webway to create an explosion, which also damaged the Webway entrance.
Fortunately, they had Cortana's help.
Using the knowledge provided by Cortana, the Adeptus Mechanicus rebuilt a new Webway entrance on the original ruins.
It was a circular portal over fifty meters tall, made of mysterious metal and mechanical gears.
A large number of cumbersome devices, energy matrices, and converters were arranged around the portal.
When the activation command was given,
the devices surrounding the portal roared, making the ground tremble slightly.
The energy matrices burst forth with light, providing power to the focusing arrays.
Leaping arcs of electricity released bright light, twisting violently as if alive.
The circular portal was activated, emitting a milky white glow that slowly spun, eventually forming a gentle vortex.
"The Webway is open," an Adeptus Mechanicus shouted.
The Players, who had long been prepared, took their weapons and equipment and entered the Webway through the opened portal.
After passing through the portal, what greeted their eyes was a colossal arched tunnel with rib-like structures.
A grayish-white mist permeated everywhere, and occasionally, glowing phantoms wandered within the mist.
The tunnel walls were made of unique wraithbone, exuding a heavy sense of age, created in an unimaginably ancient era.
When touched, one could feel the long years they had endured.
Most of the Webway's structure remained intact, but some areas were severely damaged.
Some Webway sections had collapsed and shattered, completely blocking the path ahead.
Other areas were in a semi-collapsed state, with foul-smelling black, smoky sludge seeping from the damaged parts.
Most striking were the areas where the barriers had completely collapsed.
The passages leading there were covered with talismans and protective runes.
As the Players passed by, they could see from afar the ruins enveloped in a hazy glow.
They stood proudly in a boiling, twisted ocean of neon, as if the tunnel's structure led directly to the primal domains of the Warp.
"Do you think if we follow those broken Webway paths, we'll go straight into the Warp?"
Twisted person asked curiously, looking at the colorful world connected to the end of the broken Webway.
"I suggest not trying it. There seems to be a gap between Reality and the Warp, and getting stuck in the gap would be troublesome," Tenjiro said.
Warmaster also interjected,
"At that point, you won't be able to die, but you'll be trapped, and this account will be completely useless."
Upon hearing this, Twisted person, Sea Turtle, and other Players who had been eager to try and visit the domains of the Chaos Gods / The Four Gods for a day trip, all lost their enthusiasm.
Currently, the official website had tens of millions of people queuing for appointments.
If they accidentally got trapped in a spatial rift,
they would have nowhere to cry.
Besides the Players, the joint teams dispatched by the Inquisition, Adeptus Mechanicus, Custodians, and other departments also entered the Webway.
They could be said to be the largest human force to enter the Webway since the Webway War.
"There won't be a second Webway War, will there?" Sea Turtle said.
He saw the Adeptus Mechanicus bringing a large number of combat servitors, Skitarii, Inquisitors with elite Stormtroopers, and accompanying Custodians and Sisters of Silences.
Such a scale was more than enough for conquering territories.
"Maybe they're thinking of taking advantage of this to capture the Webway, so the Emperor can step down from the Throne," Warmaster said with a grin.
"Don't think too much. This many people aren't even enough for the demons to chew on," Tenjiro said. "Do you think the Chaos Gods / The Four Gods are joking with you? If you dare to repair the Webway, tomorrow they'll throw all their assets at you."
For safety's sake,
the Adeptus Mechanicus established strongholds along the way, built a large number of Geller Field generators, and even moved in some Blackstone Devices.
This was to prevent sudden demon attacks and having their retreat cut off.
The team was very cautious, led by the Players as they traversed the Webway.
The tunnel extended very far, with no end in sight.
Sometimes, the dense mist would clear, abruptly revealing two or more Fork in the road, making it unclear which path was the correct one.
Fortunately, they could still contact Cortana in the Webway.
And Cortana had traversed this path before, knowing how to reach Miracle City.
After several days of travel, the team successfully arrived at Miracle City.
However, just as they had chosen a place to set up camp and were preparing to rest, they were attacked.