Chapter 589: Conversation

The Necrons did indeed defeat the C'tan that enslaved them, but that relied on a sudden burst in the early stages, ambushes, and conspiracies. Then, in the middle stages, it relied on the large number of technological creations taught to them by the C'tan, as well as their familiarity and understanding of the C'tan. In the late stages, it relied on using the C'tan shards imprisoned after defeating the C'tan as weapons, plus their resurrection protocol, which was no longer life, and they fought to the death to shatter, seal, and suppress all the C'tan.

This battle was by no means easy. As a participant at the time, Imotekh the Stormlord knew clearly that their ability to defeat the C'tan was achieved through a combination of many factors, including luck, coincidence, and even the help of some mysterious power.

The Necron high command once had secret discussions. Although there was no clear evidence, they suspected that the power of the Warp participated in the battle against the C'tan and helped the Necrons on multiple levels. That power existed mysteriously, occurred naturally, and was traceless. Only by piecing together information like a puzzle could the Necron high command discover the extremely subtle clues.

Therefore, Imotekh the Stormlord knew very, very, very clearly how terrifying the C'tan were!

They were the embodiment of material rules, the agents of cosmic laws!

And now, this humanoid life form gave Imotekh the Stormlord such a feeling. It was a strength that completely transcended the limits of life in the material world. If there was no psychic effect of the Warp, only the C'tan could do this in this world!

As for psychic energy... as the mortal enemy of the Old Ones, how could the Necrons not distinguish whether it was psychic energy or not?

At this moment, Imotekh the Stormlord was completely stunned. Its simulated intelligence had been stimulated to the extreme. Its body was frantically trying to move, whether it was picking up weapons to block or doing something else, it absolutely could not sit and wait for death!

But its activated metal body couldn't even move an inch. A special power that it couldn't understand, and was not the power of the Warp, shrouded it, deterred it, making its metal body unable to move, and even its simulated intelligence was slow and sluggish...

What a joke! It wasn't a mortal body, why would even its metal body and simulated intelligence be affected!?

Wu Pifu rushed into the sky and slashed at Imotekh the Stormlord, while Imotekh the Stormlord still stood still, its figure as immovable as a mountain, its spirit calm and waveless, actually letting Wu Pifu attack without any defense.

Seeing this scene, Wu Pifu also praised. He slashed out, the blade almost grazing the top of Imotekh the Stormlord's head. With one slash, the air was broken, and a V-shaped cloud hole appeared behind Imotekh the Stormlord, spanning thousands of miles across the sky. Not only did the people on the planet clearly see all this, but even all the warships fighting in outer space could clearly see it.

This Forge World itself was covered by thick clouds, industrial waste gas plus the planet's own environment, making the thick clouds linger all year round. Until this moment, the clouds on half the planet were broken, revealing a huge belt of light.

After the slash, Wu Pifu didn't attack again, but stood in front of Imotekh the Stormlord, looking down at it and saying: "As expected of an existence with the title of King, just this temperament of putting life and death aside is quite remarkable... So now, can we talk?"

Imotekh the Stormlord: "?"

Just as the man and the robot stared at each other, the upward thrust of Imotekh the Stormlord finally ran out, and it began to fall straight to the ground. Wu Pifu followed closely and landed together.

With a loud bang, Imotekh the Stormlord was stuck in the ground. Wu Pifu pulled it out by its head and said for the second time: "So, can we talk now?"

Imotekh the Stormlord: "?"

The two started staring at each other again. Wu Pifu waited for more than ten seconds, then sighed and said: "As expected, you have a rigid temper. I heard that you Necrons have a resurrection protocol and can be resurrected even after death. Then I will..."

"Wait a minute!"

Imotekh the Stormlord shuddered all over and immediately said: "You came to talk to me??"

Wu Pifu was surprised instead: "I heard people say that you Necrons are very arrogant, viewing non-Necrons as trash, so you can't talk at all, unless you fight and go to war with you, and only after you are beaten into submission will you speak human language, or rather... if I run over and say I want to talk to you, will you talk to me?"

Imotekh the Stormlord really couldn't refute this.

To put it bluntly, the Necrons, who simulated the intelligence of the Necrontyr period, actually stopped and stagnated the moment they were transformed. This is a race that is both arrogant and inferior and sensitive. If it were really as Wu Pifu said, then the decision it would make would only be to blast Wu Pifu into ash, and it would be impossible to have any conversation with him at all.

Wu Pifu asked: "So what is the situation now? Do I need to kill this body of yours, and then wait for you to resurrect and kill you a few more times?"

"No, no, no!"

Imotekh the Stormlord immediately said loudly: "I can also talk, I can also live in peace, absolutely!"

For some reason, even if it was simulated intelligence, Imotekh the Stormlord knew that once it was killed, it would be impossible to resurrect. The existence in front of it, suspected to be a humanoid C'tan, possessed this ability to distort physical laws.

Wu Pifu looked at Imotekh the Stormlord suspiciously for a long time. His super-brain emotion perception couldn't work on the Necrons. They were suspected to be non-life, but true robots.

Even so, Wu Pifu put down Imotekh the Stormlord and said: "I want matter-folding jump technology..."

"Good, good, good."

Imotekh the Stormlord immediately said: "I will immediately dispatch a technical adjutant to send this technology to you. Is there anything else you need besides this?"

Wu Pifu looked at Imotekh the Stormlord with a face full of suspicion and said: "Are you not lying to me? Let me let you go, and then you hide and play dead?"

Imotekh the Stormlord opened its mouth to refute, but for a moment it was quite speechless.

It wasn't lying, but it really intended to give the matter-folding jump technology away. This thing didn't have much value to other races, because it was a technology adapted to the Necron metal body. Other biological races would crush themselves into meat paste once they used it, and it was just technology, so giving it was fine.

But it really intended to hide... not play dead, just purely wanted to hide...

Wu Pifu understood and said: "So it's useless to just talk about giving technology."

Imotekh the Stormlord was silent for a long time and said: "Then how about giving you the real thing directly? A warship modified for humanoid life to pilot, equipped with matter-folding jump functions, or if you have any other requirements, just put them forward."

Wu Pifu was a little speechless and said seriously: "I came to talk, I came to trade with you, not to rob or plunder. You need to make this clear."

Imotekh the Stormlord just didn't speak.

Wu Pifu shook his head and said: "Then let's talk about something practical... Do you want souls?"

Imotekh the Stormlord remained silent.

Wu Pifu had a headache. Although he could be sure that Imotekh the Stormlord really intended to give him a spaceship capable of faster-than-light matter travel, he couldn't guarantee that the Necrons wouldn't do anything to the spaceship. After all, his emotion perception couldn't work on these mechanical bodies. At the same time, he sincerely wanted to make this deal with the Necrons, after all, he needed more help for his next battles.

At that moment, Wu Pifu took out the Whispering Skull. He intended to contact the owner of the Death Playground, the existence that had made a soul contract with him.

As Wu Pifu activated the contract in his soul, a low voice that made people think of the essence of death sounded: "Ha, benefactor, you finally decided to contact me."

"What?"

Wu Pifu asked with a face full of confusion.

The voice of death said: "Thanks to you, I have obtained a massive amount of high-quality souls. Because this was not obtained through the Death Playground, it is equivalent to mine, it is mine..."

The voice of death seemed to be at a loss for words. Wu Pifu thought for a while and said: "Your private work?"

"Yes! My private work!"

The voice of death said with satisfaction: "So I have advanced, and the Death Playground has also advanced, and it has advanced twice in a row! This has greatly enhanced my self-preservation ability, and my freedom has also been greatly improved. So now it is time for me to fulfill the contract. What information do you want to know?"

Wu Pifu pointed to Imotekh the Stormlord and said: "How to make it regain its soul?"

When the words fell, two gray light beams shot out from the pupils of the Whispering Skull. These light beams shone on Imotekh the Stormlord. Imotekh the Stormlord wanted to dodge, but after looking at Wu Pifu, it endured the unease and stood in place.

The light beam shone for a moment, and the voice of death pondered for a while and said: "It's a bit difficult. The souls of this race have all been devoured. They are now just intelligent simulations of the original souls. But as time goes by, their intelligent simulations will gradually become chaotic. This is not a simple program error, but because there is no soul anchoring, the simulated emotions and intelligence will gradually collapse..."

Imotekh the Stormlord's heart moved. Its original intention of just trying to prevaricate and then hide quickly changed.

This is indeed the biggest problem facing the Necrons. They seem to have achieved mechanical immortality, but in fact, as time goes by, they are gradually dying out, and there are no descendants, no continuation, and it is absolutely unavoidable.

This is also why after the War in Heaven, almost all Necrons fell into endless slumber.

Wu Pifu asked: "Is there no way?"

The voice of death laughed and said: "I might not have been able to do it before, but now I have advanced twice. In essence, I have occupied at least one-hundred-thousandth of the mass of the essence of death, so I can solve it, but I need souls, a large, vast amount of ownerless, pure souls that have had their consciousness, memories, and intelligence erased!"

"With these souls, I can reverse time and causality, and reshape their original souls according to their imprints!"

Wu Pifu looked at Imotekh the Stormlord, and Imotekh the Stormlord also looked at Wu Pifu, and then the two said the same word in unison.

"Warp!"

(End of chapter) ===== CHAPTER 590 =====