In Warhammer, My System is Minecraft-Chapter 155: Blackstone Amplifier

A short while later, Zeke went to find Karmine.

She had already brewed three bottles of Strength, Swiftness, and Poison, all at level 255 quality.

"Time was not enough." Karmine pointed at the mechanical clock on the table.

"These are enough." Zeke stored the potions into his Black Hole Talisman. "It’s not like I’m some potion-chugging maniac anyway."

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Guilliman had already assembled Fleet Tertius of the Indomitus Crusade near Zeke’s camp.

Fleet Tertius consisted of twenty battlegroups. A single battlegroup was equipped with thirty-six capital ships and hundreds of smaller vessels, capable of waging war across multiple star systems.

These fleets were anchored in orbit and would be transported to their corresponding locations via a massive Nether Portal.

"An all-out war spanning across multiple star systems is imminent." Cawl looked at the Nether Portal, extremely excited. "Being able to acquire the combat data of the Primaris Space Marines and the Necrons is quite interesting."

"That shouldn’t be your reason for looking forward to war." Zeke lit the Nether Portal with one hand.

"Regardless, a great war is inevitable," Cawl said. "I am merely looking at the bright side."

The Nether Portal transformed into a watery film. Zeke probed the surrounding environment through the portal film and patted the Nether Dragon.

"Stay here for now. I’ll come back to pick you up later."

Zeke with others, stepped through. After a bout of dizziness, he regained his senses to find several exhausted Ultramarines before him.

Upon seeing Zeke, the Astropath among them rubbed his eyes. After confirming this wasn’t an illusion, he threw himself in front of Zeke, overjoyed.

"Rescue is here! Rescue has finally arrived! Hurry, get me out of this godforsaken place!"

"It’s too terrifying here. The Warp has been flattened, like a vacuum, completely empty."

"Calm yourself, warrior," Guilliman said, placing a large hand on the man to soothe his emotions.

These words acted like both a command and a blessing. All the Ultramarines immediately stood up straight, their exhaustion swept away.

"What is your name, and what happened?" Zeke asked, supporting the man.

"Kossa, I am Navigator Kossa," he reported in terror. "We were navigating the Warp normally. During a jump, the Warp suddenly became completely still. We couldn’t even see the light of the Astronomican. We were trapped in the Warp, completely unable to find a way out no matter what."

Zeke sorted out the cause and effect. These unlucky marines had encountered the boundary of the Pariah Nexus during their voyage and got stuck in the Warp.

"Is there a way out?" Guilliman asked Cawl beside him.

"Of course. The simplest method is to use a Warp-enhancing device. This will cause a rift to appear in the stilled Warp, giving us a chance to slip away. To that end, I specifically constructed a device. Unfortunately, it is docked elsewhere."

"No need for all that trouble." Zeke pulled out the Blackstone he had mined on Cadia and arranged it into a Blackstone altar.

This was a Blackstone Amplifier, a construct Zeke had unlocked in the ancient underground cities, capable of amplifying Warp energy.

Considering the size of a spaceship, Zeke expanded the base of the Blackstone Amplifier to ensure its effects could envelop the entire vessel.

Reality suddenly surged in, filling the void that had previously belonged only to the Warp.

A thrumming sensation echoed through the ship. The thrumming turned into a rising tide—a tide felt not so much by the body, but swelling from the deepest depths of the soul.

The effect of the Blackstone Amplifier was clear and obvious.

"It’s a rift! I can see the light of the Astronomican!" Navigator Kossa shouted.

His professional ethics drove him to make an immediate decision: "Quick! Start the Warp engines immediately!"

The surrounding ship crew did not follow the order right away; instead, they immediately looked to Guilliman.

"Leave professional matters to the professionals," Guilliman instructed.

Upon receiving permission, the servitors on the ship immediately sprang into action.

Horns blared, and the entire battleship lurched, a harsh screeching sound echoing from beneath the deck.

With its thrusters firing at maximum capacity, the strike cruiser flew toward the rift.

"We did it." Navigator Kossa’s announcement was mixed with both sobs and tears of joy. "Praise the Master of Light! Hail to the Lord of Terra!"

Right after saying this, Kossa’s head tilted back, and he fainted, letting out a snore of pure relief.

Inside the cabin, Zeke, who was looking out the porthole, didn’t have a very good expression on his face.

A yellowish-brown planet occupied his entire field of vision. The momentum from bursting out of the Warp hadn’t dissipated yet, and the ship was nose-diving toward the planet at a terrifying speed, plunging straight into its embrace.

Archmagos Cawl was the first to react. He immediately plugged his datashunt into the console’s interface. The ship adjusted its posture perfectly and began an emergency crash landing.

The bow lifted, streaking across the planet’s sky. The Necrons, the enslaved humans—all of them saw the falling spaceship.

Zeke let out a cry of alarm as the strike cruiser bumped violently. His body was thrown to one side by the massive inertia; he grabbed a handrail on the bulkhead, hanging in mid-air.

Through the porthole, the planet’s surface was rapidly skimming past.

The ship’s belly glided practically flush against the ground, its speed growing slower and slower until it finally slammed into the earth.

"Great flying, Cawl. If an old friend of mine had your skills, he wouldn’t have met that fate."

Bang! A pale square box embedded itself into the hull, breaking through and landing inside.

It began to unfold, the top and bottom sliding toward the center, forming a liquid, emerald-green light curtain. A row of Necrons marched out shoulder-to-shoulder, opening fire before anyone could even react.

The Gauss weapons effortlessly blasted massive holes through the cabin’s interior.

Before Zeke’s brain could even issue a command, his body had already moved.

The Adamantium shield slid into his hand. Zeke raised it in front of him, angling the shield surface diagonally.

The energy beams slammed into the shield’s surface, shattering into countless tiny electric arcs that clashed across the Adamantium.

Guilliman cursed loudly and charged forward, slamming a Necron right back into the portal.

Guilliman completely ignored the Necrons attacking him; his target was the portal itself. The Emperor’s Sword drew an arc of fire, cleaving the portal perfectly in two.

The Necrons currently stepping through the portal were sliced into pieces.

But it wasn’t over. More square boxes broke through the hull and rolled in.

"Form up!" Guilliman ordered.

Following Guilliman’s shout, Sicarius and the Ultramarines poured out from the Nether Portal, beginning to push forward in a phalanx formation.

One shot, two shots, three shots... The intense artillery fire blasted the rear hatch of the ship wide open, suddenly revealing a clear view of the outside.

Zeke had landed on the edge of a plateau. In the distance, a colossal pyramid pierced the clouds.

A long procession of Necron constructs was entering and exiting it. Because of the vast distance and sheer numbers, it looked just like a trail of smoke.

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Goal = 1500 Powerstones.