In Warhammer, My System is Minecraft

Chapter 239: Retrieving or Resurrecting the Remaining Primarchs One by One

Against the evil gods of the Warp, as long as they did not want to be hit, your attacks would forever miss. And if they wanted to hit you, there would be absolutely nowhere to hide.

He had to rely on the Levitating Pylons. This was the perfect opportunity to verify if these devices were truly as effective as Trazyn claimed.

Zeke cast an Invisibility effect on himself and quietly slipped out of the Ender Dragon Titan’s control room.

The Titan could be operated remotely via the Valkyrie Controller. Zeke had simply never used this feature because he enjoyed the immersive experience of piloting it directly. Now, however, it was time to make full use of it. He left the Ender Dragon Titan swaggering on the front lines to draw all the aggro, while he stealthily slipped away to handle the real business.

Let’s boot up two of them first.

With an aching heart, Zeke converted two C’tan Shards of the Burning One from his Transmutation Table. He watched as nearly more than half of his accumulated EMC reserves vanished in an instant.

But what must be spent, must be spent.

Acting immediately, Zeke leaped from the Ender Dragon Titan. The Elytra unfurled on his back, slicing through the air currents as he glided swiftly into the distance.

The Lion had already scattered the drop coordinates for the four Levitating Pylons, ensuring they all landed within territory firmly controlled by Imperial forces. They were spread far apart to prevent them from being wiped out in a single strike.

Zeke split his focus. While remotely commanding the Ender Dragon Titan to spar with the junk behemoth on the frontal battlefield, he sped toward the drop zones of the Pylons at maximum velocity.

Divided attention was still divided attention. On the front lines, the Ender Dragon Titan was getting battered left and right, trading heavy, resounding blows that shook the world. Fortunately, the Ender Dragon Titan was incredibly durable; this level of damage was merely a scratch to it.

The activation sequence for the Levitating Pylons wasn’t overly complicated. The most difficult step—sealing the C’tan Shard inside—had already been bypassed entirely thanks to Zeke’s Poké Balls.

Taking advantage of the brief window before the Pylons fully activated, Zeke had Dante and Yarrick each pilot a standard Titan to push toward the main battlefield.

As the Levitating Pylons fully awakened, the massive engines within their structures roared to life. Energy surged through their circuits. The pyramid-shaped core structures slowly unfolded, revealing incredibly intricate and precise mechanics, while the C’tan Shards sealed within began to operate.

An invisible force rippled outward in all directions. Reality was forcibly realigning itself.

And anything that fundamentally contradicted reality—such as the WAAAGH! field poured into the battlefield by Gork and Mork—was the first to bear the brunt of the impact.

The WAAAGH! energy coiling around the junk behemoth suddenly stagnated, its brilliant glow dimming drastically.

Stripped of the supportive power of Gork and Mork, the junk behemoth lost its bizarre, reality-bending properties. Now, it was about to suffer a heavy blow from something called ’reality.’

Zeke immediately took full manual control of the Ender Dragon Titan and pressed his advantage with everything he had. Instantly, he easily blocked the junk behemoth’s incoming strike.

"Wot’s happenin’?! Ain’t he supposed ta miss us?!"

"No! Da ’I fink’ stopped workin’!" Orkimedes screamed in terror.

"You’ve had your fun. Now it’s my turn." Zeke shoved forward, violently repelling the junk behemoth’s fist, and immediately followed up with a brutal uppercut.

Amidst the screams of the Greenskins, the junk behemoth toppled straight backward onto the ground. The sheer kinetic force of the punch completely scrambled the brains of the Orks controlling it.

"I’m not done yet." Zeke swung down with the Reaper’s Scythe.

Between Zeke’s devastating attacks and the total failure of the WAAAGH! field, the cobbled-together monstrosity began to loosen and disintegrate. Massive chunks of scrap iron rained down, completely burying the Big Meks trapped inside.

Zeke didn’t even need to deliver a second strike. The entire junk behemoth collapsed with a deafening roar.

Gork and Mork were stunned. Seeing their beloved Greenskin race facing an existential threat, they stubbornly tried to pump even more WAAAGH! energy into the junk behemoth, only for all of it to fail completely without exception.

Gork and Mork scratched their massive heads, finally recognizing the origins of those towering structures.

"Ain’t dose da Star Gods? Dat’s Necron shiny bitz! Why do da humies ’ave ’em?!"

Gork and Mork felt intensely targeted, and simultaneously realized something was very wrong. Wait a minute... are WE the ones getting ganged up on here?!

Bellowing loudly about how completely unfair this was, they surprisingly and rapidly began to retreat from the area.

Gork and Mork fled.

Zeke was stunned for a moment, but then quickly realized that it actually made perfect sense.

Gork and Mork deeply understood their own role. They were the very foundation and ultimate hope for the survival of the Greenskin race in the universe. If they died, the Greenskins would be thoroughly and permanently erased from the stars.

Therefore, despite being brutal and reckless, Gork and Mork were far from stupid. This human before them was wielding ancient Necron technology, possessed an unknown background, and his true strength was impossible to gauge. This uncertainty alone was enough reason for them to decide it was best to cut their losses while they still could.

"Zoggin’ humie! We’s gonna be back for ya!"

The figures of Gork and Mork gradually faded into the sky, though their booming voices continued to complain endlessly.

Zeke ignored their blustering. He raised a hand, opened his Compass, locked onto Ghazghkull’s coordinates, strode over with massive steps, and simply stomped down.

To ensure Mad Dok Grotsnik couldn’t revive him later, Zeke stomped a few more times for good measure until the life-sign blip on the map completely extinguished. Only then did he retract his Titan’s foot.

Ghazghkull and Orkimedes were dead. Only Grotsnik remained, whose whereabouts were currently unknown.

He turned around and gazed at the still-operating Levitating Pylons. The greatest harvest from this excursion was definitive proof that the Levitating Pylons actually worked against Warp gods—they truly possessed suppressive capabilities.

Zeke returned and found Yarrick.

Hearing that Ghazghkull was finally dead, Yarrick let out a long, heavy breath of turbid air. His lifelong nemesis of so many years had finally been dealt with.

Yarrick took over the task of mopping up the remaining battlefield. He swore to thoroughly drive the Greenskins off this planet once and for all. Zeke was confident that with Dante and Yarrick piloting the two standard Titans, purging the rest of the Orks would not be difficult.

Zeke then stepped through the Nether Portal, returning to the Imperium.

Gazing upon the increasingly prosperous Imperium, Zeke felt a wave of profound relief wash over him. Since things are going this well, let’s add the final fuel to the fire.

It was time to retrieve all the Primarchs.

The current status of every Primarch surfaced in Zeke’s mind.

The Lion, Sanguinius, and Roboute Guilliman—three loyalists—had already successfully returned.

The clone of Fulgrim had safely disembarked. Angron, with his Butcher’s Nails removed, was resting peacefully inside a Poké Ball.

Since the incident at Nurgle’s Garden, Mortarion had been petrified by Zeke and was still sitting in a corner of his inventory. Magnus was currently locked in a dark room.

The Night Lords Primarch, Konrad Curze, had glitched out due to network issues and was assassinated by an operative dispatched by the Emperor.

The Iron Warriors Primarch, Perturabo, and the Word Bearers Primarch, Lorgar, had both fully defected to the Warp. There was no need to save them.

Tallying it up, Zeke roughly calculated that he only had 7 loyalist Primarchs left to recover. Five of them were currently playing hide-and-seek:

Jaghatai Khan, Primarch of the 5th Legion (White Scars), had gone missing during a battle with the Dark Eldar and was currently lost somewhere deep within the Aeldari Webway.

Vulkan, Primarch of the 18th Legion (Salamanders), had mysteriously vanished, leaving behind only the rumored myth that he would return once his nine sacred artifacts were gathered.

Rogal Dorn, Primarch of the 7th Legion (Imperial Fists), had left behind a single severed hand before mysteriously disappearing. Given his stubborn nature, he was likely somewhere out there right now, arguing with someone, insisting, "I am Rogal Dorn."

Leman Russ, Primarch of the 6th Legion (Space Wolves), had announced to his sons at a grand feast that he would return at the "Wolftime," before disappearing without a trace. Rumor had it he was searching for the legendary Tree of Life to heal the Emperor.

Corvus Corax, Primarch of the 19th Legion (Raven Guard), had awakened his true Warp essence and was currently hunting daemons within the Immaterium—which counted as half-missing.

Zeke thought about it. These five Primarchs were not dead. He could try to locate them using the Explorer’s Compass. The Webway gates of Commorragh connected to the vast majority of the galaxy. By giving the Explorer’s Compasses to Imperial troops and having them search through the Webway, he was confident the trails of these five Primarchs would be found very quickly.

That left the two who actually needed to be resurrected.

One was Ferrus Manus, Primarch of the Iron Hands, whose head had been sliced off by Fulgrim. Since his skull was still around, resurrecting him with the current state of the Reaper’s Scythe would be an absolute breeze. However, considering the guy was likely currently enlisted in the Emperor’s Legion of the Damned, Zeke felt he needed to ask the Emperor for His opinion first.

And the final one.

Horus Lupercal, Primarch of the 16th Legion (Sons of Horus), and the son the Emperor favored above all others. He had been slain by the Emperor Himself—utterly annihilated in both body and soul. Resurrecting him would undoubtedly be the most difficult challenge of all.

Zeke loved a good challenge, and he still had immense faith in his fully upgraded Reaper’s Scythe.

Zeke did not actually classify Horus among the traitor Primarchs, because his fall to Chaos was entirely orchestrated by the four Chaos Gods. It was essentially a case of extreme coercion. In a way, he should be considered the very first Primarch to sacrifice his life. The moment he fell to corruption, Horus’s true inner self had already been devoured and divided among the four gods, leaving behind nothing more than an empty, manipulated shell.

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TL/N: From today we are back to 2 Chapters per day.