In Warhammer, My System is Minecraft-Chapter 161: Imotekh the Stormlord Crashes the Party

After Zeke and the Phaeron concluded their negotiations, the Necron forces currently entangled with Guilliman on the frontlines fell still at the exact same moment.

"Is it over? It seems Zeke has succeeded on his end."

Guilliman walked steadily down the slanted corridors of the Dawn of Fire, his vox-caster connecting to Zeke's channel.

"The negotiations are an initial success. The Silent King has agreed to meet with me."

Guilliman's twin hearts beat half a tempo faster than usual, his emotions surging.

No one could maintain their composure in the face of Necron xenos technology. Guilliman could somewhat understand those Martian Magi who were madly obsessed with such things.

"I will be there immediately." Guilliman cut the connection and strode through the corridors of the Dawn of Fire.

The Dawn of Fire was a flagship Guilliman had brought to combat the Necron forces, but it seemed it wouldn't be needed after all.

The Necron flagship was approaching. Purple flames streaked past the observation ports of the Dawn of Fire's bridge as Guilliman observed them.

Although he knew these xenos had come seeking cooperation, Guilliman maintained absolute vigilance in his heart.

"Xenos incoming!" The Honour Guard beside Guilliman braked sharply next to an alcove, stepping in front of the Primarch and leveling their bolters forward.

Standing a few yards ahead, an Aeldari Farseer stepped out from a Webway portal.

"By the Throne!" Sicarius hissed. As someone who knew of the Primarch's alliance with the xenos, he knew that whenever these Aeldari showed up, it was never good news.

"Ally of the Aeldari, to make a long story short: I am here to help you. An unimaginably terrifying war is about to sweep through this place. You must flee immediately," the Farseer said.

"What do you mean?" Before Guilliman could ask anything more, the Aeldari Farseer had already left through the Webway.

The movement was so fast, it was as if she feared dying here if she delayed for even a second.

Rumble... The ship's sudden deflection threw off Guilliman's sense of balance. He felt a violent tremor run through the gravity plating.

Guilliman turned to look out the observation port.

One Necron fleet was attacking another Necron fleet.

Two torrents of metal ground against each other in the void, energy beams interlacing. The vast expanse of space descended into utter chaos, the diverse array of artillery fire making it impossible for Guilliman to tell exactly what was happening.

"What's wrong, Guilliman?" Zeke heard the sound of artillery fire coming from the vox-caster. A line of text appeared on the communicator:

"We have a mole. Abort the deal."

What? Silent King, are you playing me? Zeke looked up at the sky. The situation was more complicated than he had imagined; the Silent King's fleet was being attacked by another Necron fleet.

Is this... infighting? The internal strife among the Necrons was extremely severe. Driven by power and ambition, rifts existed between the various dynasties to a greater or lesser extent.

After the command protocols disappeared, these situations became even more severe. Zeke felt a bit guilty. Why are they infighting? It shouldn't be because of me, right?

In the holographic projection, a fierce argument was erupting in the Silent King's hall.

"Imotekh the Stormlord, what exactly are you trying to do?!" a Phaeron beside the Silent King shouted loudly.

Following the voice, a silver figure stood in the center. Upon its forehead rested a bronze crown speckled with verdigris.

Imotekh the Stormlord belonged to the Sautekh Dynasty, situated on Mandragora at the eastern fringe of the galaxy, comprising eighty Tomb Worlds.

Before the Necrontyr were transformed into the Necrons, the Sautekh Dynasty ranked third among all Necrontyr dynasties, possessing formidable strength.

"Silent King, I never thought you would accept a human's proposal. What a cowardly choice. Where did the 'you' of the past go?" the Stormlord mocked.

The Silent King listened. The thing he least wanted to see had happened anyway.

After learning the news of the Necrontyr, the Silent King had felt a faint sense of unease. He had a premonition that this human might exacerbate the internal strife among the Necrons, acting as the fuse for a great war.

"Imotekh the Stormlord, this is merely an excuse! To have rallied so many Overlords—you have premeditated all of this for a long time. This is naked rebellion!"

"So what? Battle—this is exactly what I desire. Let the galaxy burn!" Imotekh the Stormlord knew this was his final opportunity.

He had been accumulating power in the shadows, wanting to topple the Silent King. Zeke's arrival had disrupted his plans.

If the Silent King obtained that human, there would no longer be a place for him in the future of the Necrons.

"Capture that human!"

"Protect that human!"

Both Necron factions shouted simultaneously as they looked at Zeke.

Zeke was already running.

The Silent King turning off the command protocols that controlled all Necrons was truly a bad move. He can't even resolve infighting; he deserves to end up in this situation today.

Zeke called to Alpha Primus and swiftly slipped away. He didn't care who won or lost anyway; whoever emerged victorious could just trade with him.

"Let me see... the coordinates Trazyn gave me are right here. Yep."

The sky full of artillery fire and Necrons homed in on Zeke as if they had eyes, but before they could reach him, they were intercepted by the other faction of Necrons.

Participating in the Necron civil war brought no benefits whatsoever. The Imperial ground forces temporarily evacuated through the Nether Portal.

Zeke wasn't worried about the safety of Guilliman and Cawl. Cawl had brought many of Mars's bottom-of-the-box secret weapons when he came. In his own words, even he didn't know what consequences would unfold if those weapons were used.

Casting an Invisibility Potion's effect on himself and Alpha Primus, Zeke told Alpha Primus to head over to Cawl first.

Meanwhile, he stayed concealed and advanced toward the coordinates Trazyn had provided. To speed things up, he even specifically drank a regular Potion of Swiftness.

–

The Necron battle in space was incredibly fierce.

Imotekh the Stormlord was the most accomplished strategist in the galaxy; his battle plans were flawlessly perfect, unable to be deciphered by anyone except the Greenskins (Orks).

The Silent King, on the other hand, was the emperor who controlled the most Necron military power.

The two clashed evenly matched.

Ship wreckage scattered in all directions like a torrential rain of metal. The Dawn of Fire navigated through it with great difficulty, like a tiny skiff trapped between two tsunamis.

Guilliman stood before the observation port, witnessing this unprecedented civil war.

He suddenly realized that the significance of this war was perhaps far more profound than it appeared on the surface.

Both sides would fight until mutually crippled, and the ultimate victor would still have to be ruthlessly exploited by Zeke. Going back and forth like this, the Necrons were about to suffer a massive blow. (TL/N: Hmm.. Sounds familiar)

Opportunities... these are all opportunities.

–

Zeke met Trazyn at the entrance of an underground tomb. His appearance had changed slightly; it seemed he had swapped to a new body.

"What happened? Why is it so intense outside?" Trazyn heard the sounds of artillery fire.

"It's nothing, just kids playing around," Zeke waved his hand dismissively.

Trazyn sensed the signal belonging to the Silent King and didn't ask any further.

As the most famous collector in the galaxy, Trazyn had offended quite a few Necron Overlords, reaching a point where he was universally despised by everyone. He had zero interest in asking why the Silent King was here.