In Warhammer, My System is Minecraft

Chapter 229: The God-Slaying Task Force (Bonus)

This is the bonus Chapter for reaching 500 Powerstones.

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"To think you are in this wretched place, Zeke. It took quite a bit of effort to track you down." Trazyn the Infinite looked at the tense, hostility-laced Aeldari before him.

The relationship between the Aeldari and the Necrons was far from amicable.

Cegorach quelled the stirrings among the Aeldari behind him. Glancing sideways at Trazyn, the corners of his mouth curled into a slight smirk. "Heh, if it isn’t the Necrons—the defeated foes of the Aeldari. What business do you have joining this spectacle?"

Back during the War in Heaven, after the Necrons had defeated the Old Ones, they found themselves no match for the Aeldari left behind by their creators. Thus, they collectively obeyed the Silent King’s command and chose to enter the Great Sleep. They claimed to be leaving everything to time, but in reality, they just wanted to outlive the Aeldari and then resume their domination of the entire universe.

Yet, the result? The longevity of the Aeldari was no secret. They stubbornly dragged things out until a massive portion of the sleeping Necrons were practically dead, while the Aeldari remained alive and kicking, letting the perfect opportunity to strike slip away in vain.

"Defeated foes? I think not. You managed to birth the Chaos God Slaanesh; if we just wait a little longer, it might actually wipe your entire race out, leaving not a single one behind."

Now it was Trazyn’s turn to laugh, leaving the Laughing God looking rather disgraced. If those foolish Aeldari hadn’t spawned Slaanesh, they absolutely would have been the ultimate victors of the waiting game.

"Neither of you are in any better shape," Zeke quickly interjected, putting a stop to the bickering.

Truth be told, the two great factions—the Aeldari and the Necrons—were just the pot calling the kettle black. Both had started with excellent hands, only to play them worse and worse.

Unlike us humans, who took a terrible hand and played it better and better... at least, that’s how it’s been since I arrived,

Zeke mused.

"Trazyn, did you travel all this way just for that matter?" Zeke recalled their previous parting at the End Portal, where he had asked Trazyn if he wanted a Necrontyr descendant.

Now that he’s taking the initiative to show up, he must already have an answer.

"Indeed," Trazyn nodded. "Now that the Necrons have a new hope, I have no reason to stay on the sidelines. But let us put that aside for a moment."

Trazyn shifted his gaze from Zeke and cast a provocative look toward Cegorach. "I heard your entire conversation just now. I possess a far better method."

Cegorach wanted to win Zeke over, and Trazyn desired the exact same thing; this was precisely the purpose of his appearance here.

"I would love to hear what profound insights this dead man has to offer," Cegorach said expectantly, though the contempt in his tone was as sharp and glaring as an unsheathed blade.

"And whose child is this? Do not meddle in the affairs of adults." Facing Cegorach’s mockery, Trazyn wasn’t intimidated in the slightest. "What is your status? Did you even fight in the War in Heaven?"

Even among them, there were disparities in seniority. Back when the Necrons were fighting the War in Heaven, the Aeldari were still playing in the mud.

The Laughing God’s face contorted with anger so intensely that his mask nearly fell off.

"Zeke, my method is simply this: do not fight the four chaos gods within the Warp. That is their home turf. Drag them out into the Materium, bringing them into our domain. That is the best approach."

Trazyn took a step closer and extended his metallic hand, above which floated a pyramid-like structure.

"From the Noctilith that suppresses the Warp to the Pariah Nexus that outright severs it, we Necrons have walked this path for hundreds of millions of years. This pyramid is called a Levitating Pylon. It is inlaid with C’tan Shards, allowing it to harness their power to create a space known as a C’tan Domain. Within that domain, the laws of reality temporarily reassert themselves. The attacks of the Warp gods will become tangible. Simultaneously, if they wish to evade your attacks, Zeke, they will be forced to perform physical dodging maneuvers."

"Trazyn, why didn’t you bring out such a good thing earlier?" Zeke reached out to grab it, but his hand passed right through the Levitating Pylon; what Trazyn held was merely a holographic model.

The Laughing God stared at the suspended Levitating Pylon, his heart sinking. The Necrons truly did have a method. This thing was certainly no empty boast; he himself had once stumbled at the hands of these Levitating Pylons. However...

"The absolute limit of what this device can achieve is suppressing minor Warp deities, is it not?" the Laughing God interjected.

Trazyn shot the Laughing God a sideways glance. "Who told you the Necrons only have one?"

He raised his left hand, producing another Levitating Pylon model. "If one isn’t enough, we simply build more."

Color him impressed. The Laughing God was completely speechless now; the hundreds of millions of years of technological accumulation by the Necrons was not something he could casually dismiss.

"Although the Levitating Pylons are easy to construct, the C’tan Shards within them are depleted with every use. We Necrons do not have a vast stockpile," Trazyn admitted, laying out the harsh truth beforehand. The Levitating Pylon was merely a shell; what truly mattered were the C’tan Shards inside.

Hearing this, a smile slowly blossomed at the corners of Zeke’s mouth. Not enough C’tan Shards? The Transmutation Table can handle that perfectly.

"Don’t worry," Zeke assured him. "I have a way to duplicate C’tan Shards."

Duplicate C’tan Shards? Trazyn was visibly shaken. However, he was aware of Zeke’s capabilities; while achieving this was unexpected, it still fell within the realm of reason.

The Laughing God was not nearly as composed. The cooked duck that was practically in his hands was about to fly away. If Zeke agreed to Trazyn’s proposal, wouldn’t he, Cegorach, be reduced to a literal clown? And to think he had just gone through the trouble of explaining the principles of the Warp to Zeke.

"Roughly how many Levitating Pylons would it take to restrain a chaos god?" Zeke continued, pressing for details.

"I’m afraid you will have to test that yourself," Trazyn replied, shaking his head gently. "We Necrons have never actually engaged in a direct, frontal clash with a true chaos god."

"As for other things to note..." Trazyn proceeded to explain the operational requirements of the Levitating Pylons to Zeke in full detail. "Deploying the Levitating Pylons within the Warp requires time to take effect. Before they fully activate, they must be protected from destruction."

Trying to protect the Levitating Pylons right under the noses of the four chaos gods will be no easy task, Zeke thought.

The Laughing God sensed his singular opportunity. If he didn’t add some chips to his side of the table right now, his chance to collaborate with Zeke would vanish completely.

"I can handle that. And while the Aeldari God of War, Khaine, is half-dead, he can still barely hold the line for a little while. Zeke, my demands are not many." The Laughing God painfully scaled back his original request, realizing that resurrecting the entire Aeldari pantheon was highly unlikely now. "Isha. You will inevitably move against Nurgle sooner or later, when that time comes, lend a hand and rescue Isha from His garden. If you can agree to this, I and the Harlequin Troupes will fight for you."

"If such an opportunity arises, I will also strike, alongside My sons," the Emperor’s voice echoed from the vox-caster.

"Emperor, you’re cooperating with xenos? The Inquisition isn’t going to let you off the hook for this," Zeke joked, somewhat surprised. He had originally assumed the Emperor would object to allying with xenos.

"So long as the chaos gods can be slain, any price is worth paying," the Emperor’s voice replied, remaining as calm as ever.

"Exactly!" The Laughing God’s voice abruptly pitched up in absolute agreement. "And it would be best if the Lord of Excess was the first to go."

"We Necrons can also contribute our strength," Trazyn immediately followed up, his tone solemn. "The Necrons possess no emotions and are not manipulated by the Warp, but the Necrontyr are different. The Necrons must secure a sanctuary for their own future."

The three great factions of Warhammer had actually temporarily set aside their grievances to work together in full force—this was something Zeke had completely failed to anticipate.

My original plan really was to fight the four chaos gods entirely on my own, Zeke pondered. But then again, who would ever complain about having too many allies?

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