To become the supreme overlord of the necrons.
This was something Vyzkhak had never dared to imagine.
Now, Guilliman actually dared to make such a promise to him.
This made his expression even more subtle.
A human being was arrogant to such an extent.
"Are you so sure and confident?" Vyzkhak asked.
"You witnessed everything with your own eyes, didn't you? The Sautekh dynasty has been destroyed, and my troops are now standing on the ruins of the dynasty. Isn't this the most powerful proof?"
Guilliman said with a smile, "Achieving deep cooperation with humanity is your best choice. The universe is vast, and beyond the universe lies a vastness that ordinary people cannot imagine. Our vision should not be limited to here."
"Your arrogance is shocking, and your pride is unmatched. Is one galaxy not enough to satisfy you?" Vyzkhak said.
"Humanity cannot be trapped in the galaxy, otherwise the fate of the necrons and the eldar will befall our race, and history will repeat itself." Guilliman said. "You were once very powerful, but you lost your drive to advance, content to decline and wither away in this small corner. Annihilation is your inevitable fate."
Hearing this, Vyzkhak's expression was very complex.
The vast galaxy was called a small corner by a human.
Even when the necrons were at their most powerful in the past, they would not have dared to say such words.
Such arrogance was world-shattering.
Such pride was unparalleled.
Guilliman wanted to covet other galaxies, the entire universe at his fingertips.
It was hard to imagine how terrifying his ambition was.
He wanted to surpass his father and achieve unimaginable feats.
"I will continue to maintain the cooperative relationship with you." Vyzkhak said, "You must hand over the master control protocols of all dynasties to me. Once the necrons are unified, I will lead them out of the Milky Way."
Vyzkhak could feel a terrible storm brewing.
And the center of the storm was Guilliman.
He arrogantly wanted to change the fate that all things must perish, to make humanity eternal.
Such a thought was too insane.
If the eldar knew, they would probably curse him as a madman.
The last one to do this was the Silent King.
For this, they became like these metal skeletons, eternally cursed.
What price humanity would have to pay to become eternal, Vyzkhak could not imagine.
But the galaxy would certainly erupt in a series of crises no less than the War in Heaven.
Leaving was the best choice.
"You have made a wise choice." Guilliman said.
"I hope this choice is wise." Vyzkhak said with a complex expression, after saying something with deep meaning, he turned and left.
Guilliman watched Vyzkhak leave in the flash of teleportation, and after a moment, he turned his head to look at Sicarius and the others.
"Victory here has been secured. You will undertake new combat missions, proceeding to the Vitoria system to resist the tyranids. Return to the warships now for rest and recuperation. The celebration will be held after the victory over the tyranids."
Sicarius and the others cheered again, then obeyed the Primarch's command to withdraw from the surface and return to the warships.
Guilliman and his Honour Guard stood in place, waiting until the arrival of Fabricator General Krolen.
His heavy mechanical body occasionally made clicking sounds as it moved.
The numerous weapons equipped on his body constantly adjusted their hydraulic systems as he moved, maintaining the balance of his body.
Five or six floating servo-skulls were connected to him by neural cables, serving as extensions of his mechanical body.
Supported by an anti-gravity suspension platform, Fabricator General Kren moved to Guilliman's side.
"My lord," Kren's vox-caster produced a respectful voice.
"Have the members of the Adeptus Mechanicus study those remains. We need more information about the necrons." Guilliman looked at the Fabricator General before him and issued the command.
"Your command is my will, my lord." Fabricator General Krolen said.
After giving this instruction, Guilliman turned his head to look at the battlefield.
Large numbers of Astra Militarum soldiers were boarding the landing craft; they would withdraw to the heavy landing ships.
Titans were also secured with giant cables, anti-gravity platforms, and other equipment by heavy transport ships, slowly lifted up, and sent to the transport ships.
Large Titans must be assisted by anti-gravity vehicles to be sent into space, otherwise they are prone to being torn apart.
Members of the Adeptus Mechanicus were continuously entering the battlefield. A giant Mechanicus ship was placed in the center of the battlefield after calculations.
Numerous automated machines moved their mechanical legs and walked out of the giant ship.
Using their long mechanical tentacles, they collected the debris scattered across the battlefield.
These automated machines worked like swarms of insects.
In addition to collecting necron remains, the Adeptus Mechanicus was also recovering damaged war machines.
Large numbers of tech-priests and servitors moved around the battlefield, carrying welding torches and various repair tools.
Their task was to repair the war machines belonging to humanity.
To allow them to fight for humanity once more.
Guilliman watched for a while, then turned and left.
He left the battlefield to Fabricator General Kren, allowing him to fully explore the various technologies of the necrons.
Returning to Macragge's Glory, Guilliman had not yet had a chance to catch his breath when he received a message from Guidos.
Cawl had sent him a new message.
Guilliman could only change his original plans and went directly to the hidden chamber.
The elevator slowly descended to the lowest level.
When the elevator doors opened, Guidos was already waiting for him.
Compared to the last time, Guidos was visibly weaker.
Even standing there, his body began to tremble constantly.
Guilliman did not mention this.
He could only comfort himself that sacrifice was inevitable, the cornerstone of human survival.
But there was still a trace of reluctance in Guilliman's heart.
Accompanied by Guidos, Guilliman passed through a series of complex identity verifications and entered the room where the piece of Cawl was stored.
Cawl was activated under Guidos's command, and the dim room was once again filled with light.
With a rumbling sound, the indicator lights of the machine lit up one by one, and a buzzing sound echoed throughout the room.
When Guidos spoke the encoded sequence received from Cawl, the heads covered with data cables and neural cables trembled constantly, distorting their forms.
"My lord," Cawl said, "It is truly good to see you."
Guilliman examined Cawl's avatar, "Get straight to the point. I have many other things to attend to."
"A life that is too busy tends to be short-lived, my lord." The avatar Cawl said, "My master, the Great Archmagos Dominus Belisarius Cawl, has sent a message congratulating you on quelling the unrest in the Charadon Sector and advancing the Indomitus Crusade by another significant step."
"It hasn't been completely resolved yet," Guilliman shook his head. "The tyranids are approaching the Vitoria system, which means I still need to fight a defensive battle."
"With the current military strength of the Imperium, the possibility of humanity losing is negligible. According to calculations, the probability of victory is 99.8%."
Avatar Cawl said in a relaxed tone, "Anyone with a bit of sense can win steadily."
"If the probability is not one hundred percent, there is still a possibility of failure." Guilliman said, "Don't say such certain-win words again in the future."
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"Besides congratulating me, is there any other information?" Guilliman asked.
"A human version of the beacon has been tested on five worlds. After testing, this beacon also has the possibility of instantly transmitting messages and items. As long as we deploy enough beacons in the galaxy, the Imperium can transmit various information without the help of Astropaths."
"The only pity is that there is still no way to transport Imperial armies on a large scale. The required energy and equipment strength are not sufficient. Of course, if it's just transporting a few people, it is still possible."
Hearing the avatar's words, Guilliman recalled when his previous self was assassinated by the Night Lords Primarch, Konrad Curze, the Night Haunter.
He and Lion were saved in a critical moment by the Iron Hand, Dantioch, who guarded the beacon, using the special ability of the beacon.
This teleportation ability was also very similar to the unique teleportation technology of the necrons.
On the battlefield, necron soldiers who died would be teleported back to the furnace to await rebirth.
Necron technology originated from the C'tan, and the beacons and Blackstone Fortresses were also built by the C'tan.
It was not strange that both used the same technology.
"Using this teleportation technology won't be counter-controlled by the necrons, will it?" Guilliman asked the question he was most worried about.
If it were counter-controlled, the consequences would be unimaginable.
Humanity would be lambs to the slaughter.
"My lord, we are only using the principle of that teleportation technology. The relevant codes and equipment are products of humanity itself, and the probability of being controlled is extremely low." The avatar Cawl said, "The relevant technology is already mature. Imperial warships built in the future will use this teleportation technology to transport Imperial troops to the ground."
"That's good." Guilliman nodded, "Any other news?"
"My lord, the Departmento Investigatus has successfully activated the Emperor's power through faith and equipment. If it can be miniaturized, humanity will have a weapon against daemons. As long as there is faith in the Emperor, one can use the equipment to draw upon the Emperor's power and thereby slay daemons."
Hearing this, a smile appeared on Guilliman's face.
In the long struggle with Chaos, humanity was always on the weaker side.
Humanity could at most destroy the physical bodies of daemons and expel them, sending them back to the Warp, but could not eliminate their essence.
This was the confidence of many daemons.
Among the many known methods, only the Emperor's power could completely destroy daemons.
This was why the Emperor was called the Anathema.
"How long will it take to miniaturize?" Guilliman asked.
"Those equipments are too large, like mountains stretching as far as the eye can see. To miniaturize them, humanity's technological level needs to rise another level. With the existing STC technology, miniaturizing those equipments and turning them into weapons would cost more than building a fleet."
The avatar provided some less than ideal information.
To miniaturize the equipment capable of guiding the Emperor's power, materials science must advance further.
And the Adeptus Mechanicus had lost too much Golden Age technology; materials science had been stagnant for many years and had not made a breakthrough.
Without new materials, this kind of weapon imbued with the Emperor's power could not be equipped to the troops.
"Let's research it first, and come up with a complete theory. I will find a way to deal with the materials." Guilliman said.
As long as the second level of database access could be unlocked, humanity's technology would surely soar again.
Unlocking higher fields of materials science.
By then, everything would be possible.