In Warhammer, My System is Minecraft-Chapter 154: The Dangers of the Pariah Nexus (Bonus)

Chapter 154: Chapter 154: The Dangers of the Pariah Nexus (Bonus)

Sorry for the late upload I was very busy today (had 2 presentations in college today); this is the bonus Chapter for reaching 1000 Powerstones btw.

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Archmagos Cawl kept his head bowed in deep thought throughout this process.

He wasn’t particularly interested in these flowers and plants, but the amount of time Alpha Primus’s gaze lingered on the flowers was noticeably longer than on anything else.

"What is it? Interested in these flowers?" Zeke picked a potted plant at random and handed it to Alpha Primus.

The hulking man hesitated for a moment before taking the potted flower. The pot seemed exceptionally tiny in his hands, like a delicate toy.

"Keep up, Alpha Primus."

Archmagos Cawl and Zeke walked side by side toward the palace where Guilliman worked. Alpha Primus tucked the flower away and quickly followed behind Archmagos Cawl.

Guilliman’s palace was situated next to the camp, occupying an entire requisitioned administrative hub.

Even by Imperial standards, this building was considered magnificent and luxurious to the extreme.

However, at this moment, another site next to the palace was bustling with activity.

A maintenance team was urgently renovating it—spread wings, a downcast face; it was the style Sanguinius preferred.

They walked into Guilliman’s palace. As a workaholic, Guilliman’s office and residence were in the same place.

Sanguinius stood in the corridor.

"Great Angel," Archmagos Cawl offered his blessing to the Great Angel. "By the Omnissiah, seeing you standing once again upon this land is one of the few lights in the darkness of the entire Imperium."

"Cawl," Sanguinius said. "I have heard of your deeds. The Primaris Space Marines—"

The conversation was interrupted by Guilliman’s roar. The Great Angel looked toward a room at the end of the corridor.

"The greed of Mars is a perpetual stain upon your souls! You come to me not out of honesty, but because you are losing a war that you yourselves provoked!" 𝘧𝓇ℯℯ𝑤ℯ𝘣𝓃ℴ𝓋𝑒𝑙.𝑐𝘰𝑚

Inside the office, Guilliman struggled to suppress his fury. Standing opposite him was Syllacan, the special envoy sent by the Fabricator-General of Mars.

Guilliman knew that the envoy before him was nothing more than a meat shield pushed to the front.

After encountering the Necrons on Baal, Guilliman had begun to take this race seriously.

He didn’t know until he checked, but once he did, he was shocked.

Who could have imagined that a quarter of the Imperium’s territory had already been invaded and occupied by the Necrons?

The reason the news came so late was entirely thanks to the Adeptus Mechanicus, who had concealed the true scale of the Necron threat from Terra for years.

This greedy Adeptus Mechanicus had deliberately downplayed a major threat to the Imperium just to get their hands on the xenos’ technology.

It wasn’t until now, when things had reached a critical point and they could no longer cover it up, that they finally came to him.

"This is the general situation." Syllacan lowered her head and pleaded, "My Lord, I beg you, I must return to Mars."

Guilliman’s voice drifted from the end of the corridor. "Syllacan, you are detained. Tell me everything about the Necrons. No more burying the truth. I will only say this one last time."

Syllacan’s scalp was tattooed with glowing electoos. Her eyes were artificial, made of black glass.

Her robes were deep crimson—the sacred color of Mars, the mother of all Forge Worlds and the suzerain of all Mechanicus domains.

"I must return to Mars," Syllacan bit the bullet and repeated.

"I am the Imperial Regent of the Imperium of Man, and the Adeptus Mechanicus is an Adeptus of the Imperium. Therefore, you will obey my commands."

"Execute them immediately," Guilliman said.

Syllacan stood up, bowed deeply, and walked to the end of the hall as the doors opened.

Watching Syllacan being helplessly escorted out by Guilliman’s Honour Guard, Zeke walked inside.

"Look at the fine mess your Adeptus Mechanicus has made," Guilliman complained to Cawl.

Cawl showed no reaction. "I was never well-acquainted with the Fabricator-General of Mars to begin with. This is his responsibility, not mine."

"Dare you say you haven’t harbored designs on that Necron xenos technology?"

Guilliman had seen through Cawl long ago. Anyone who dared to take on a project like the Primaris Space Marines was no saint.

Taking out the intelligence regarding the Necrons that Syllacan had left behind, Guilliman browsed the information.

Every piece of Imperial territory occupied by the Necrons shared a common characteristic.

That was silence. Absolute silence.

"This is the effect of the Pariah Nexus," Zeke and Archmagos Cawl spoke simultaneously.

"You say it." (x2)

In the end, it was left to Archmagos Cawl to explain.

"The Necrons utilize Blackstone to establish a network of obelisks covering entire sectors in the areas they conquer. Around the Cadian Gate, the effect of these Blackstone pylons was obvious to all: they served to suppress the Warp. When the pylons are densely distributed and arranged according to a specific pattern, they generate a ’Stilling Effect.’ This is the origin of the Pariah Nexus."

This was far more powerful than the Blackstone Zeke had seen on Cadia.

Cadia’s Blackstone could only suppress the Warp, whereas the Pariah Nexus could completely isolate the Warp, severing the Materium from the Immaterium.

"So, isn’t that a good thing?" Guilliman was a bit puzzled. The Warp being completely isolated meant the Chaos Gods would be entirely unable to interfere with reality.

"No, too little Warp is equally dangerous." Cawl presented a viewpoint that shocked the Imperium. "Humanity possesses attributes of the Warp. Without the touch of the Warp, a human soul cannot function."

Living creatures located within the Pariah Nexus would become numb, their souls gradually separated from their bodies. This condition would worsen over time.

Until their souls died irreversibly, leaving behind only mindless, wandering walking corpses—perfect fleshy vessels for the Necrons.

In this way, they would not only end the threat of Warp Chaos forever, but also pave the way for the Necrons’ next plan: bodily possession AKA Biotransference reversal.

After listening to Cawl’s explanation, Guilliman didn’t have time to interrogate him on how he knew so much. He immediately ordered Sicarius to contact the fleets in the Nephilim Sector.

Sicarius hurried out and hurried back, shaking his head to indicate he couldn’t contact anyone.

"The Pariah Nexus prevents the transmission of information," Cawl helpfully pointed out at the right moment.

Upon hearing this, everyone present looked at Zeke. Yes, it was time for his Nether Portals to shine again.

I know, I know. Zeke pulled out his Webway Fragments and felt them carefully. He sensed two ships currently located in the Nephilim Sector.

"We go now." Zeke looked around at everyone in the room.

Cawl and Alpha Primus nodded. Guilliman stated that he preferred to witness the battlefield with his own eyes; this would help him judge just how dire the situation had become.

Sanguinius nodded. "I still have some time to make the trip."

"Whoa, this trip is getting crowded. I wonder if the few of you combined are enough to fight one of the Silent King’s hands."

This stung Guilliman. He closed his eyes, his armored fingers pinching his brow, remaining silent for several minutes.

He mentally calculated all the forces he could mobilize.

"Vox-caster," he said softly. "Indomitus Crusade Fleet Tertius, assemble immediately."

Taking advantage of this time, Zeke returned to the camp, brought over the Nether Dragon, and equipped it with Dragon Armor.

This Dragon Armor functioned identically to Wolf Armor in Minecraft. Its defense wasn’t a simple damage reduction, but rather a blocking calculation; until its durability was completely depleted, the wearer was invincible.

If it weren’t for the fact that Wolf Armor was too small and Dragon Armor was too big, Zeke would have wanted to wear a set himself.

Looking at the excited Cow beside him, Zeke crouched down and poked Cow’s forehead with two fingers.

"Aren’t you afraid of going to the Pariah Nexus, having your soul dissipate completely, and getting your body snatched by a Necron?"

Cow froze for a second, then let out a snort.

Everything was ready. Zeke stood before the Nether Portal.

"Take your time, Guilliman." Zeke estimated the time, hoping Karmine could brew a few more potions.

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Next Goal = 1500 Powerstones.