This is the bonus chapter for reaching 500 Powerstones.
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Zeke stood before the gates of the Imperial Palace and thought for a moment. There were actually quite a few mods with resurrection functions, and he could totally use the Explorer's Compass to track one down.
Before doing that, however, he decided to test out his existing resurrection methods to see if they would work.
The massive doors closed behind him. Zeke walked down the steps with a brisk pace, dialing Guilliman's personal vox-communicator along the way.
"Guilliman, your grandpa is in my hands. If you want the old man to stand up and teach you a lesson again, hurry up and do something for me."
Zeke calling Malcador the Primarchs' "grandpa" wasn't nonsense.
During the Great Crusade era, the Emperor was busy saving humanity most of the time and had virtually no time to discipline the Primarchs.
For the majority of the time, it was entirely Malcador acting as both father and mother to these twenty-something arrogant muscle-heads.
This was no easy task for a 6,000-year-old comrade; calling him "grandpa" truly wasn't an exaggeration.
However, it was quite a pity. Although Malcador constantly tried to be a caring grandpa to the Primarchs, most of them were jealous of his relationship with the Emperor and did not appreciate his efforts at all.
Mortarion tried to strangle him to death out of hatred for psykers, and Lorgar once backhanded the old man, sending him flying over twenty meters away.
Only Leman Russ, the Wolf King who was rough on the outside but soft on the inside, had the best relationship with Malcador.
He genuinely saw Malcador as his dear uncle, frequently dropping by to chat, play, and mooch food and drinks when he had nothing else to do.
Of course, it couldn't be ruled out that Leman Russ was just a glutton; after all, he was a universally renowned bottomless pit.
Silence emanated from the other end of the communicator. Zeke also heard many footsteps, mixed with conversations regarding Imperial administration.
During the time Guilliman was away, a massive amount of administrative work had piled up, and he was bogged down by it the moment he returned.
"Zeke, I don't think a 'grandpa' exists in my genetic lineage..."
"Malcador the Sigillite," Zeke stopped keeping him in suspense.
Guilliman was speechless for a moment. "Zeke, you can even bring Malcador back? Isn't he already..."
"I'll try my best, but I can't resurrect him alone. I need your help, Guilliman. Yvraine—call her here to meet me."
"Yvraine? Contacting her isn't difficult. There is a delegation of Aeldari advisors right here on Macragge serving as my communication channel with the Aeldari."
Guilliman's mind rapidly pulled up information regarding the Aeldari.
Since his return, the Imperium of Man's relationship with those arrogant Aeldari had been in a honeymoon phase.
Although a solid alliance had not yet been formed, under a common threat, both sides had reached a certain tacit cooperation.
Guilliman didn't hesitate for long.
His superhuman logical thinking quickly pieced together the truth, and his tone carried an unconcealable tremble:
"I must confirm one thing. All of this... is to resurrect Malcador the Sigillite?"
"That's right," Zeke said bluntly.
"You should know that Malcador completely burned away every ounce of his physical substance and psychic energy for the Imperium. His body turned to dust, and his soul was entirely annihilated upon the Golden Throne. It's not like Sanguinius, who still had traces left to follow. To resurrect him, I need the Cronesword in Yvraine's hands. It carries the power of the Aeldari God of the Dead, Ynnead."
What Zeke said was half-true and half-false.
Resurrecting Malcador was true, but Zeke concealed his real motive: taking this opportunity to collect more Croneswords to upgrade his Death Scythe.
If the Aeldari gathering five Croneswords could deal with Slaanesh, then a Death Scythe that had absorbed five Croneswords certainly wouldn't be weak.
Guilliman sorted out the priorities.
The Aeldari alliance could bring temporary benefits to the Imperium, but if the founder of the Imperium, the former Sigillite, could return to the mortal realm, then this fragile xenos cooperation could absolutely be abandoned.
"Leave it to me," Guilliman replied deeply. He then cut the communication, a hint of absolute determination in his eyes.
Due to her xenos nature, Guilliman had always maintained a degree of wariness toward Yvraine.
But undeniably, Yvraine had brought Guilliman crucial prophecies multiple times, and their relationship was definitely not terrible.
However, when weighed against the importance of Malcador, all personal ties were nothing but dust.
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Ending the call with Guilliman, Zeke arrived at a camp in front of the Imperial Palace.
Zeke opened the Shulker Box, revealing the ashes inside. To prevent them from being blown away by the wind, Zeke specifically went inside a small dirt "matchbox" house.
Looking at this pile of ash, Zeke scratched his head.
"He's completely turned to ash, he can't exactly eat food."
So he pulled out a Splash Potion of Healing and tossed it onto the pile of ashes.
The liquid splashed into the dust, and besides making it wet, absolutely nothing happened.
"Expected." Zeke awkwardly put away the potion bottle and finally pulled out the Death Scythe.
He swung the pitch-black blade of the scythe, slashing fiercely through the void directly above the pile of ashes.
Space tore open a pitch-black rift under the violence of the rules, just like when he resurrected Sanguinius.
However, this time, no motes of soul light emerged from behind the rift.
Sure enough, although this un-upgraded Death Scythe possessed the power to reap and return souls,
Resurrecting a person when they didn't even have a body was asking too much of it. After all, even in the mods, you had to use it in front of a buried villager's grave.
Since the existing methods didn't work, Zeke started waiting for news from Guilliman.
Guilliman didn't make Zeke wait long. About half a standard hour later, an encrypted signal pointed to the Fortress of Hera on Macragge.
Zeke traveled through the Nether Portal and arrived in a grand hall within the Fortress of Hera.
"Do we need to mobilize the Ultramarines?"
"No need, just the two of us is fine. Too many people will make them suspicious."
Zeke stepped into the magnificent hall and habitually hid behind a massive pillar engraved with Great Crusade honors, leaning against the cold stone wall.
Meanwhile, Guilliman stood in the center of the hall, waiting for the arrival of their Aeldari ally.
Ripples like water spread through the air—the sign of the Webway being forcibly opened.
Yvraine arrived via the Webway. Only the Aeldari, who inherited the legacy of the Old Ones, possessed the capital to use the Webway at will like this.
If it weren't for Zeke, humanity could probably only stare dryly in envy. Guilliman looked at the unchanged Yvraine before him and put on the hypocritical smile of a politician.
The mist parted, and the Emissary of Ynnead, Yvraine, stepped out of the void. Her elegant yet exotically dangerous posture remained just as it was in the past.
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Next Goal = 1000 Powerstones.