In Warhammer, My System is Minecraft-Chapter 162: A Bustling End, Gathered All Together (Bonus)

This is the bonus chapter for reaching 500 Powerstones.

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Pulling out the Eye of Ender that Zeke had given him, Trazyn showed it off in his hand.

"Three times. I only used it three times, and I located the portal you spoke of." Then, his expression turned cold. "You didn't tell me that activating the portal would require more of these things."

"That's why I'm here, isn't it? Let's go." Zeke gestured for Trazyn to lead the way.

Reluctantly, Trazyn walked into the underground tomb before them.

In the tunnel constructed of Blackstone, Zeke's footsteps seemed out of place and unsettling.

The busy Necron constructs around them could notice the sound at any moment, realize something was wrong, and launch an attack.

However, these constructs showed almost no interest in the intruders.

Occasionally, a Canoptek Scarab would stop, wave its slender mechanical antennae at them a few times, or emit a string of xenos code.

Trazyn's devices would issue a response. Once these machines confirmed they harbored no hostile intent, they would scurry right past them.

Zeke found these constructs quite interesting. They possessed a decent level of intelligence; he could walk straight towards them, and they would nimbly dodge to the side.

"Have you played enough?" Trazyn didn't stop to wait for Zeke.

Ever since discovering that End Portal, he had studied the material it was made of as much as possible. The thing's hardness exceeded his imagination; Trazyn couldn't even obtain an accurate numerical value for it.

Even Adamantium paled in comparison to the portal's material.

Trazyn's interest had increased immensely.

If it weren't for the fact that he absolutely couldn't enter that door on his own, he would never have shared such a precious thing with Zeke.

"What exactly is that portal made of?"

"I don't know, but as far as I'm aware, its hardness level falls under the category of 'indestructible'."

Indestructible? Trazyn scoffed. Ridiculous. There was nothing in this world that could not be destroyed.

Zeke teased a Canoptek Scarab, stuffed a few of them into his backpack, and then quickly caught up with Trazyn. "By the way, Trazyn, are you interested in having a child?"

Trazyn suspected the human before him had lost his mind. "What are you talking about?"

"As you can see, I possess the ability to allow your race to reproduce." Zeke didn't over-explain; he merely showed Trazyn a glimpse of the footage recorded by Archmagos Cawl.

After watching it, Trazyn raised his head. His voice was intermittent, accompanied by an unstable tremolo.

"No wonder I detected the signal of the Silent King's fleet! He came for you too?!"

"Pretty much. There's also a guy named the Stormlord. Those two are currently beating the scrap out of each other. Sigh, Trazyn, your race really has a lot of issues. Hope is right in front of your eyes, yet you still endlessly infight."

All of this was too astonishing. Trazyn's footsteps slowed down. This time, it was his turn to follow behind Zeke, digesting the information Zeke had dropped.

"If possible, a Necrontyr infant might make for an exceptionally fine addition to my collection," Trazyn finally spoke.

"Trazyn, since when did your personality become so roundabout? If you want it, just say so. Standard fees apply, of course."

Trazyn immediately went on high alert. This human was absolutely going to extort him again.

"Let's go on our trip to the End first; we can talk about this later," Zeke changed the subject.

The dynamic between the two subtly changed. Originally, it was Trazyn leading the way; now, it was Zeke driving this adventure.

The shape of the tunnel transitioned from triangular to circular. There were hundreds of small holes on the walls, varying in size, which was where the Scarabs emerged from.

In a place even Trazyn didn't notice, several Scarabs quietly locked onto Zeke's face, recognized this human's appearance, and then transmitted the information outward.

Zeke turned a corner, disappearing into the false rock formations of the pyramid, and arrived even deeper.

"This is it," Trazyn pointed ahead.

The tunnel extended forward for about two hundred meters. The architectural style belonging to the Necrons suffered an abrupt change in art style. A large chunk of the Blackstone structure had been forcibly replaced.

Replacing it were square Stone Bricks and various Mossy Stone Bricks. The structure of a Stronghold revealed itself.

"This is a tomb constructed by the Necrons. I am absolutely certain that at the beginning of its construction, such a bizarre structure did not exist."

Trazyn scanned the stone bricks. "This architecture looks more like it generated spontaneously."

Zeke browsed the Stronghold, feeling an endearing sense of coming home.

In the center of the rooms was a fountain room built from stone bricks, an old library filled with cobwebs, and a labyrinth twisting in all directions.

"I have already mapped all the paths in this fortress. The End Portal is in this direction," Trazyn pointed to the right.

Zeke, however, turned straight to the left. He didn't follow Trazyn's directions, but relied on his own intuition, finally finding the End Portal room after running around in circles ten times.

Above a small pool of lava sat the End Portal. Three of its frames were already naturally filled with Eyes of Ender.

Finally at the End. Zeke stared intently at the End Portal, looking through the empty portal frame at the lava below.

The End Portal, hailed as the journey's destination, the place where the story of Minecraft concludes.

Zeke solemnly took out the Eyes of Ender one by one and placed them in sequentially.

Ding! Ding! Ding!

The pitch rose successively. When the final Eye of Ender was placed, a pitch-black curtain covered the portal, and pink cherry blossom petals drifted out from it.

The End of the line. Here I come. Zeke stepped into it.

"I have finally found you, human." Zeke seemed to hear a voice sound from behind him, but before he could even turn his head, he had already stepped into the End.

"Imotekh the Stormlord!" Trazyn paled in shock.

"I didn't expect to find you here too, thief. Fitting, I haven't settled the score with you for stealing my staff last time."

"Zeke, wait for me!" Trazyn closely followed Zeke's footsteps, taking a step right into the portal.

The Stormlord watched Zeke and Trazyn disappear into the starry portal. Showing no fear whatsoever, he took that step as well.

His subordinates wouldn't be able to stall for much longer. He touted himself as the King of Duels, possessing the confidence to face anyone without flinching.

Half an hour after the Stormlord entered, another flash of green light flickered.

The Silent King and his two Phaerons arrived at this place one after another. The Silent King held the Sceptre of Eternal Glory, seated upon the Dais of Dominion.

This throne imprisoned a C'tan shard, possessing the teleportation ability to temporarily open the Webway.

"My King, you need only wait here. Leave the rest to your servants."

The Phaeron spoke, but was rejected by the Silent King.

The massive Dais of Dominion merely touched the End Portal, and it directly teleported into the End along with the Silent King.

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Next Goal = 1000 Powerstones.