Lines of data flowed through Sicarius' pupils.
He felt a surge of power coursing through his body.
His physical condition felt better than ever before.
He possessed a boundless and mighty power within him, enough to easily crush any enemy.
His slightly heavy power sword felt impossibly light, like holding a feather.
In the eyes of those around him,
Sicarius had completely transformed.
His aura was more contained, making him appear even more terrifying.
Sicarius swung his power sword, casually cleaving a attempting to attack him in half with a single strike.
Only after the necron was slain did the air carry the sound of tearing.
His strength was so immense that even a casual swing would imbue the power sword with increased speed due to the force, making it unstoppable.
The space between his skin and his external armor was covered and filled with layers upon layers of servo-systems and bio-synthetic fibers.
As he moved, these artificial structures, acting as the power armor's muscle tissue, tightened and contracted, emitting groans of strain.
Sicarius' physical strength was too great for the armor to adapt; if he exerted too much force, it was likely to tear internally.
He quickly realized this and, while wielding his long sword in one hand, picked up a still-functional Tomb Stalker with the other, entering a mode of unparalleled harvesting.
Like a god of war from mythology, possessing indomitable fighting spirit, stepping from the ethereal into reality.
Sicarius held his sword in one hand and the massive mechanical body of a Tomb Stalker in the other.
He annihilated all enemies with overwhelming force.
Phaeron Imothek also noticed the human's change, a solemn expression appearing on his metallic face.
"No!"
He said in a low voice, "You damned humans. How could you possibly possess such technology and power?"
"Beg forgiveness for the crimes you have committed against humanity!" Sicarius roared, swinging the massive mechanical body of the Tomb Stalker, destroying two Lychguard members attempting to block him.
Then, he strode towards Phaeron Imothek.
The other attempted to resist but was easily disarmed of his staff by Sicarius, who then restrained the massive metallic body.
"It's over. Shut down your tomb world defense protocols and master control protocols. Don't force me to do it myself; there would be no dignity in that," Sicarius said in a deep voice.
Phaeron Imothek initially intended to refuse, believing it impossible for humans to master necron tomb world defense protocols.
This was core necron technology.
But in that instant, Phaeron Imothek recalled the actions of the Sarkon Dynasty.
That despicable and shameless beast must have already revealed their race's most important secrets.
After a moment of thought.
Phaeron Imothek finally shut down the protocols.
All the necrons entered a deactivated state, and the pyramid's defense arrays ceased firing, falling silent.
The war drew to a close.
Everything was over.
The expeditionary fleet had leveled the Sautekh Dynasty.
They had captured their tomb pyramid.
Everyone initially wanted to execute Phaeron Imothek immediately to avenge the fallen humans.
But Sicarius refused.
The judgment of a Dynasty's Phaeron should be carried out by a Primarch.
News of the victory reached the Macragge's Glory.
Sicarius' order followed soon after.
Guilliman landed on the surface in a Thunderhawk.
His Honour Guard followed him out of the open ramp.
They were vigilant for any danger that might threaten the Primarch, forming a defensive perimeter around him.
Guilliman walked leisurely across the war-torn plain, a hint of a benevolent smile on his face.
The relics of war were scattered everywhere, bombs had created massive craters. The bodies of the fallen silently decayed.
Dust formed from the ashes of war slowly drifted through the air.
Around Guilliman, Imperial soldiers were still moving about, searching this grave of death for surviving comrades.
Dragging them from the piles of bodies.
Or collecting their dog tags as mementos of the dead.
Every war is sorrowful.
The dead paid everything for victory.
Guilliman's gaze did not linger on the gruesome scenes.
This kind of grand and epic war did not evoke much feeling in him.
Perhaps he had witnessed too much death.
War was like this, cruel and cold.
No matter how much preparation he made, he could not guarantee that every soldier would return.
"Great Lord Guilliman."
"Lord Guilliman."
Every soldier who saw his noble face respectfully saluted and cheered with excitement.
Without the Primarch, they could never have achieved victory so easily.
Guilliman paid no mind to the soldiers cheering his name but strode towards Sicarius and the others.
Phaeron Imothek, with his metallic body, was surrounded by them, like a prisoner.
The Phaeron stared intently at the Primarch walking towards him, a hint of mockery in his tone.
"The new lord of humanity?"
"Do not use such crude means to provoke me, xeno. Your era has ended, just like those vanished races."
Guilliman ignored his words, examining his metallic face.
A dynasty that had existed for a hundred million years would be utterly ended by his hand.
Over the long expanse of time, people had long forgotten how long the necrons had truly existed.
They had slept for sixty million years, and now they were being ended by a young race.
This was a tragic thing.
Nothing in this world was ever eternal.
Everything would eventually fade away.
Guilliman recalled a saying, one that aptly described the power of time.
In the eternal aeons of time, even death itself shall eventually die.
The C'tan were shattered, and the Old Ones were history.
The once arrogant Aeldari were now on the verge of extinction.
The necrons, who possessed the most advanced technology in the galaxy, could not escape the fate of fading away.
What would be the fate of humanity?
To fade away?
To become playthings in the hands of Chaos?
Or, with his help, to transcend and then fade away after a long period of time?
"One day, humanity will also face such a fate. You will eventually taste the pain you once inflicted upon others. One day, you will also stand on the ruins and taste the bitterness of extinction," Phaeron Imothek said, looking at Guilliman.
"Humanity will endure forever," Sicarius said angrily from the side.
"Those words are filled with irony. Does my death not represent that nothing is eternal?" said Phaeron Imothek.
"No one can be certain of the future," Guilliman said, drawing the Blade of the Emperor, "But that you will not witness it is a fact."
Phaeron Imothekdid not resist.
He allowed Guilliman to cleave off his metallic head.
With the reanimation protocol shut down, Phaeron Imothek had met his eternal rest.
"You did well my sons" Guilliman said, looking at everyone with a hint of a smile, "I am proud of you."
Then he looked at Sicarius, "It seems you have awakened your power. Cherish it, and do not forget your original intention."
As the creator of the Heart of Guilliman, Guilliman could naturally sense that Sicarius had changed.
"I will never forget, my lord," Sicarius said.
Guilliman smiled slightly, placing his heavy combat boot on Phaeron Imothek's metallic head.
He hesitated for a moment, took a deep breath, and then stomped down hard.
A cracking sound echoed.
Imothek's skull was crushed.
When his boot lifted, only silvery wreckage and flowing coolant remained on the ground.
A flash of light appeared, and necrons appeared near Guilliman and the others.
Their appearance drew a reaction from the Imperial forces.
The soldiers raised their guns, aiming at the enemy.
"Lower your weapons, they are not enemies."
Guilliman's voice carried across the entire battlefield. The soldiers exchanged glances, then finally lowered their weapons, pointing them away.
"You have successfully destroyed a dynasty," Phaeron Vyzkhak said, walking up to Guilliman, "This will alert other dynasties."
"Even if we didn't destroy this dynasty, your people would still attack humanity recklessly."
Guilliman was unconcerned. The time had long come for the necrons to pay for their invasions of many human worlds.
Were it not for his overall strategic plan, Guilliman would have certainly wiped out the Sarkon Dynasty as well.
"Be careful. I have received some information that the Novokh Dynasty has accepted the Sautekh Dynasty's request for vassalage. Unfortunately, before the envoy could be sent, the Sautekh Dynasty was destroyed," Phaeron Vyzkhak said, staring intently at Guilliman and sharing the information he had.
"The Novokh Dynasty?" Guilliman repeated. He didn't know much about this Dynasty.
"The Novokh Dynasty is led by the Crimson King. Their technology and strength are far beyond the Sautekh Dynasty. Most importantly, the Crimson King also holds a shard of a C'tan captive, which provides them with nearly infinite energy. Be careful. If the Novokh Dynasty declares war on humanity over the destruction of the Sautekh Dynasty, other dynasties will surely follow suit and respond."
"Many planets currently inhabited by humans belonged to the necrons in ancient times. Many dynasties have been trying to find a suitable opportunity to reclaim those planets. If the Novokh Dynasty declares war on humanity, they will surely rise up in response, siding with the Novokh Dynasty for their own interests."
After Phaeron Vyzkhak finished speaking, Guilliman remained silent for a moment before speaking.
"I will deal with this. The Sautekh Dynasty's master control protocol has been transferred to you, which shows my sincerity. I hope to receive more information. If possible, I would like to know the location of the Novokh Dynasty's C'tan shard and their troop deployment," Guilliman said.
"Are you mad? If I reveal this, many dynasties will surely see the Sarkon Dynasty as a thorn in their side," Phaeron Vyzkhak said.
"You have no other choice now, do you? Alliances with humans are a road of no return. Either you become the strongest overlord of the necrons and rule them, or if this matter becomes known to other dynasties, they will also attack you en masse."
"You now have the Sautekh Dynasty's master control protocol. After formatting their memories, the surviving necrons will become subordinates of the Sarkon Dynasty, strengthening your power. Don't you want to go further? As long as you help us defeat the Novokh Dynasty, you will also receive the Novokh Dynasty's master control protocol."
Hearing Guilliman's words, Phaeron Vyzkhak showed a look of struggle.
The temptation was too great.