I'm a magnetic field madman

They arrived on the left and right, ahead of the undead by milliseconds.

They instantly used their magnetic field power to shatter the scattered shields on the lich guards, and then easily held off two lich guards each!

Before the dangerous Hyperphase Scythe in their hands could be raised, it easily sliced ​​through them, then crippled all the undead soldiers beneath them... The combined attack of the two Primarchs instantly paralyzed the entire undead squad's power.

Of course, you can't kill them, otherwise it will immediately trigger the regeneration protocol of these iron skeletons, and all your efforts will be in vain.

"Summon your leader to see me!!" Angron roared furiously at the lich guards he was holding.

"Prisoners, your fate cannot be changed." Even while being held hostage, the Lich Guard remained utterly cold-blooded...

“We are immortal, while your spirits are fragile. You will eventually collapse under countless cycles, just like the fragments of those star gods… You who possess similar powers will only go mad in endless reincarnation.”

Angron was about to erupt in anger, but Fugen stopped him, staring intently into the lich guard's glowing green eyes and speaking seriously...

"Please be sure to convey to Lord Tarachin that we have a deal to discuss with him, a deal that can enrich his treasury collection."

The lich guard's eyes flashed, and in the next instant, the possessed lich guard arched his back and stretched out his limbs...

Liquid flowed from the metallic skin and magically rearranged the armor of the original body, transforming the lich guard's scythe into a magnificent scepter.

"Oh, deal, I like that word—and could you please let me out from under your armpits?"

Angron snorted unhappily and released Tarasin.

The latter adjusted the decorations on the metallic skin, and looked at Fugen, who was flashing with green light, and said politely...

"Although I don't think you have anything that can entice me, please speak up."

Fugen took a step back, and then a silver robot was created beside him as a large number of nanobots recombined. He stared at the metal skull in front of him and spoke in a voice that was equally mechanical...

"Taraxin, the King of Figurines, I'm here to discuss a deal with you."

"King of Figurines? What a nice title, much more pleasant than 'Endless One'," Tarasin praised.

"But what kind of business do you want to do with me? I don't see anything you have that I don't."

"How am I?" Grid Skynet asked frankly.

“A complete Iron Man from humanity’s dark age of technology is indeed very valuable to collectors… but it is still quite different from the Primarch, especially in terms of historical value,” Tarachin explained earnestly.

"Besides, you're already in my possession, so why would I trade with you?"

"What if I'm not from this world?" GridNet asked seriously.

"I actually come from other worlds, other universes."

"Oh, those are truly precious artifacts. Are you from the same hometown as that Fifth God who visited the heavens and was still causing chaos and looting?" Tarasin smiled.

"Then I will upgrade you one level in my collection."

They're completely unyielding, or perhaps Tarachin is right. They're already part of the King of Figurines' collection; what right do they have to make a deal with him?

"I knew this would happen," GridSky sighed.

"I don't really know much about the Warhammer universe, after all, I hate the British... But luckily, Skynet's personality data comes from Britain, he's played this board game, and he understands you guys."

While spouting nonsensical words, the grid-like Skynet operator raised his hand...

An unknown cube filled with unknown linguistic symbols and pictographic patterns was reassembled from countless nanomachines.

"Before setting off, I specifically applied to the Divine Kingdom Council for the complex rights to this technological creation... Although I haven't fully deciphered the Higgs whistle yet, thankfully I've already grasped the realm of nano-regeneration and comprehended the secrets of inorganic souls..."

He picked up the cube and then stuffed it straight into Tarasin's chest.

Tarasin didn't try to dodge anything, but instead watched with amusement as this interesting AI pulled off some hilarious antics...

After all, he didn't think he would encounter any danger here.

As long as he doesn't want to die, no one in this universe can kill him.

But soon, Tarasin's expression—or more precisely, through the constantly flashing green light—changed.

"Quack!! What, what did you do?!"

The lich guard's body flickered wildly, shining rapidly like a dying star!

The next moment, a Heartlock Beetle instantly transformed from a liquid state into a solid form and detached from the Lich Guard's body.

Immediately afterwards, the lich guard rolled wildly on the ground, like a patient having a headache... clutching his brain, which shouldn't have pain receptors, and howling in agony.

"What did you do?" Angron asked the mesh curiously, looking at the lich guard who was utterly groaning and in pain...

"When our Eternal Kingdom learned that we were going to visit this universe... we actually conducted concrete research on many potential business partners," GridNet shrugged.

"After all, our universe also has a war with the 'Empire' that hasn't ended, so we need some trade work—"

What I mean is, if I were to sell my hyperspace engine to your father, what price do you think he would ask for?

“He’s willing to give everything,” Fugen said decisively.

For the Emperor, who dreamed of freeing humanity from the warp... even with its flaws, an FTL technology that completely transcended the warp was still something the old man was willing to give anything for.

If you could possess this technology, even if the Emperor didn't give you half of the empire, getting a high lord position would be absolutely no problem.

Of course, the premise is that you can't be killed by the people of the Star Language Court...

After all, these people are ruthless enough to smash the prototype of the Golden Throne in order to maintain their own importance.

“Yes, that’s why we’ve offered sufficiently attractive conditions to all other races,” GridNet continued.

"We offer Eldar clients extradition services to a world completely free from the Slaanesh threat... and provide the Tau with the means to join our Eternal Kingdom and escape this cesspool."

Tyrannosaurus and Greenskins aren't on our client list for now... and as for the Space Necromancers, the only thing we can really impress them with is that thing we just saw.”

Grid Skynet paused, then chuckled with a hint of malice...

"That thing called the Spark Source."

85. The Source of Fire

Are those who fear death awesome?

Of course they're awesome. In the War of Heaven, any race that could fight against an Ancient Saint was absolutely incredibly strong, even if they suffered repeated defeats...

Holding out for a period of time might be enough to prove the race's powerful technological capabilities.

Is Space Necromancer awesome?

Even more impressive, this was a genuine annihilation of an ancient saint and shattering of a star god...

Their incredible technology makes it seem like the combined golden ages of all other races in the galaxy couldn't defeat them.

However, the latter's awesomeness has absolutely nothing to do with the former.

The Necromancers of space are Necromancers of space, and the Fearful Ones of the Dead are Fearful Ones of the Dead; the rise of the latter is entirely based on the extermination of the former...

Besides inheriting the culture and memories of their predecessors, the Space Necromancers can almost be described as a group of cold, berserk AIs.

During the war against the Old Ones, the entire race of the Fearless were betrayed by the radical Council of the Three Saints, or rather, by the Silent King Szalak.

They believed the Star God's lies, thinking they could gain eternal life from him, only to have their entire race's souls sucked clean.

The current space undead race is nothing more than robots that have copied the memories and consciousness of the fearsome and inherited their culture.

They have no souls whatsoever. Whether it's the Silent King Szalak or the lowest-ranking necromancer, they are just a group of machines with memory data.

This race has virtually no future, and is even more doomed due to its prolonged slumber...

The vast majority of the space necromancers had even their memory modules, which stored their thoughts, erased.

Their future leads either to become ruthless exterminators who destroy the world, or to be destroyed by others.

Therefore, most of the space undead are frantically trying to find a way to get their souls back.

Because that is the only basis that can prove and sustain their existence as a civilized race...

But what they were trying to do was not to force a soul onto their living metal bodies, but to sublimate their consciousness matrix into a soul.

To achieve this goal, the later Silent King Szalak even created something called the "Dead Zone of Exorcism"...

By using the Blackrock Spire array to reinforce the negative poles, the real universe and warp space within the entire star sector are separated, making warp space travel virtually impossible. More importantly, it precisely separates the soul and body of living beings, and then uses the bodies of those without souls to conduct bio-conversion experiments.

This is actually a desperate measure taken by the space necromancers...

The so-called biotransformation is ultimately about transferring them from living metal bodies into flesh and blood bodies.

Even if they regain consciousness, they will lose the immortality they once sought.

This method is based entirely on the premise that the space undead know their consciousness within their living metallic bodies cannot become souls...

Therefore, several dynasties opposed this reckless approach of gaining a so-called soul by sacrificing eternity. They preferred to find other methods, or simply give up and remain undead.

So, what if someone could solve this problem?

If someone could transform the consciousness of the space undead into souls...

What if they were to achieve the sublimation of their souls and lives in the immortal form of living metal bodies?

The answer was a foregone conclusion.

Anyone who possesses this technology, regardless of who they are—emperor or chaotic god…

All the undead in space, including the Silent King, will frantically try to find him.

If technology can be exchanged, then they will fulfill any outrageous wish of that person—provided, of course, that your technology will not be stolen.

However, for the Eternal Kingdom, which is also engaged in an endless galactic war in the Star Wars universe, the most valuable ally in the Warhammer universe is not humanity, but the Necromancers of space.

Their technology was vastly different from that of these undead... but with the ability to travel between worlds bestowed upon them by their God Emperor Bai Wujie, they obtained a different technology in another universe.

Spark technology

The AllSpark, originating from the Transformers universe, is a divine artifact that existed since the beginning of the universe. It absorbed countless special "creation elements" from the universe, which were transcribed by the source code and arranged according to the incantation released from within the AllSpark (several segments of Higgs whistles composed of hundreds of millions of bytes of unknown language algorithms). This created a divine artifact called the AllSpark, which can imbue metal with life and a soul.

But if we set aside the mystical aspects of things themselves, replicating the AllSpark isn't difficult...

Even humans in the Transformers universe who haven't even set foot on Earth or the Moon can do this.

The Eternal Kingdom obtained the Fireseed technology and the Grid spearheaded its research...

His analysis and the generation of antimatter power from the rotation of the magnetic field solved the problem of the primordial elements that provided energy...

Then, based on the nano-rebirth realm developed by the Wise Man's Skynet, the goal of artificially producing fire was achieved by cracking the source code and imitating the Higgs whistle.

However, the technology is not perfect; the enhancement of the spark source cannot directly imbue some completely lifeless inorganic matter with a soul, just like the original spark.

This inferior spark can only give some low-level artificial intelligence thought and something that can be called a "soul"...

This technology was precisely what gave the Eternal Kingdom an advantage in the war against the Galactic Empire at the time... through asymmetric warfare by granting Afly advanced thinking on a large scale.

Is this technology incomplete? Of course it's not complete, but if it's something used to trade with space necromancers, then it's perfect!

It is precisely because it can endow AI with a certain level of thinking with self-awareness that such things are so precious.

Because if it were the original AllSpark, who knows if a new consciousness might be born outside the consciousness of a space necromancer itself?

The Grid Skynet is such a sweet bait for the space necromancers, something that can drive them mad.

And as expected, the raging, crazed lich guard underwent wildly changing forms under the power of the AllSpark...

The transformations brought about by the primordial elements continuously reshape the appearance of the soul born from its thoughts!

This process is incredibly painful; the intellectual life must endure the tug-of-war that the long life of the dead inflicts on the soul.

Even though a metallic body is nearly immortal, it will still possess some characteristics similar to a flesh-and-blood body after being altered by the primordial elements.

Transformers also need to "eat" and "be entertained," and they even possess special senses similar to taste...

In their world, Cybertron, many entertainment cultures similar to those of humans have also emerged...

Their culture even includes some abstract dishes like "stir-fried screws in engine oil".

However, the mind of a space necromancer does not possess such capabilities... even "advanced space necromancers" like Tarachin or the Silent King...

They also cannot rely on the bodies of living metal to simulate so many vivid sensations.

Therefore, when the Lich Guard was imbued with a soul and intellect by the fire... the overwhelming surge of sensory experiences overwhelmed him with a sense of fear and pain!

"Croak, ahhh!"

The Lich Guard screamed as his living metal body slowly dissolved, twisting from a metal skeleton into a skeletal form covered in a layer of metal skin!

He actually reverted to his form when he was still a Deathbringer, and at first glance, this race was quite similar to the Tau people...

"What did you do? What did you do to him?!"