After finalizing the terms of their alliance, Anrakyr severed the vox-link.
The strategic command center fell into a heavy silence, leaving only the low, rhythmic hum of cogitators echoing in the room.
“Are we really going to ally with those xenos?” General Dhrost asked, his tone cautious.
“I don’t think they can be trusted in the slightest.” “I’m on the exact same page, Dhrost.” Vane nodded in agreement.
“Then why did you agree to the alliance, Forefather?” “Because it benefits us.
First, we get to inflict catastrophic damage on the Leviathan Fleet without sacrificing a single one of our own men.
Second, it gives us the perfect opportunity to yoink the technological blueprints for the Magnifican Prism.” A tech-priest stepped forward, his mechadendrites twitching anxiously as he reported to Vane.
“Honored Forefather, the Mechanicus has attempted to study their xenotech before.
Their technological foundation is fundamentally incompatible with ours.
We expended astronomical amounts of time and resources and gained practically nothing.” “I have my own methods.
You don’t need to worry about the logistics of it,” Vane said, brushing off the concern before turning to the Chapter Master.
“Dante, take your men and coordinate with Anrakyr.
Help him reactivate the Magnifican Prism.” “I will not fail your trust,” Dante said, slamming a fist over his primary heart.
Vane nodded.
He pulled out an Unlinked Book from his inventory, recorded his current coordinates, and then pulled out a pre-linked Mystcraft Linking Book bound to his mobile fortress.
He clicked use.
In the next second, his body was swallowed by a dazzling flash of teleportation particles, and he vanished into thin air.
“There wasn’t a single ripple of Warp energy…
He just vanished?!” Mephiston’s eyes went wide, his face a mask of utter disbelief.
The book the Forefather had been holding didn’t look like any form of advanced technology either.
How in the galaxy had he managed to initiate a localized teleportation jump without tapping into the Immaterium?
“The mysteries surrounding the Forefather run far deeper than we could have ever imagined,” Corbulo murmured in awe.
“Enough gossiping about the Forefather.
Let’s focus on figuring out how to activate the Magnifican Prism alongside these xenos,” Dante ordered, pulling everyone’s attention back to the grim reality of their situation.
— In the blink of an eye, Vane materialized inside the control room of his mobile fortress.
The absolute first thing he did was check on Steve’s work progress.
He had to admit, having Steve as a nuclear-powered workhorse Stand was ridiculously overpowered.
As of right now, sixty percent of the orbital thrusters were fully installed.
It wouldn’t be long before the fortress was void-capable.
On top of that, Steve had used the Magical Suitcase to construct an entire farm specifically dedicated to growing ingredients for junk food.
The Magical Suitcase was a unique utility item ported from a specific modpack.
The inside contained an expansive pocket dimension featuring a floating void island.
It was completely isolated from the outside universe, making it one hundred percent safe.
Aside from acting as massive storage, the Magical Suitcase could also be used to forcefully capture biological entities and special mobs.
Vane and Steve regularly used it as a high-tier trapping tool.
“Awesome job, Steve.
If I didn’t have you, I honestly don’t know how I’d manage all this grinding.” Vane threw out a quick compliment before pivoting straight to business.
“I’ve got a new quest for you.
Go kidnap two Necrons and bring them back here.” With Steve around to handle the heavy lifting, Vane could just dish out commands and save himself a ton of effort.
He could have gone down and kidnapped the Necrons himself, but considering he had literally just signed a peace treaty with Anrakyr, turning around and immediately abducting his soldiers would be a little awkward if he got caught.
Steve was a paragon of efficiency.
He immediately set out.
Using a Linking Book, he teleported straight to the spaceport.
Exploiting the fact that the Necrons literally lacked the biological capacity to perceive him, Steve casually walked up to a Necron patrol, popped open the Magical Suitcase, and vacuumed two Necron Warriors inside.
A second later, he used the Linking Book to teleport back to the fortress.
When the Necron Warriors suddenly vanished from the local grid without their phase-out protocols returning them to the nearest resurrection crypt, the local Crypteks immediately noticed the anomaly.
However, after running a thorough diagnostic sweep and finding absolutely nothing, they were forced to shelve the anomaly.
Dealing with the Tyranid swarm took absolute priority.
Taking the Magical Suitcase containing the kidnapped Necrons, Vane gave Steve the green light to resume installing the thrusters.
“Alright, let’s see just how far we can push the limits of Minecraft’s rules,” Vane muttered, staring at the suitcase.
The Necrons were a highly unique species.
Eons ago, they used to be carbon-based biological lifeforms known as the Necrontyr.
Terrified of their painfully short, cancer-ridden lifespans, they were tricked by the C’tan into undergoing Biotransference—shedding their flesh to become immortal, soulless metal skeletons.
Vane wanted to run a little experiment: Could he forcefully reverse their Biotransference and turn them back into fleshy Necrontyr, or better yet, make them breed?
Vane opened the Magical Suitcase and reached inside.
The surrounding space instantly warped.
In the next second, the noisy, mechanical hum of the control room vanished entirely, replaced by the dead silence of a perfectly flat, empty void island.
The two kidnapped Necrons were aimlessly wandering around the island in a state of absolute mechanical confusion.
Their tactical engrams couldn’t process how they had suddenly arrived in this localized pocket dimension.
The moment Vane spawned in, their combat protocols engaged.
They instantly raised their Gauss Flayers and opened fire.
“Ultimate Sealing Jutsu.” Vane casually whipped out two wooden boats and dropped them onto the ground.
Bound by the absolute, overriding laws of Minecraft physics, the Necrons were instantly sucked into the passenger seats, completely paralyzed.
Vane casually walked up, snatched their weapons, and built a quick dirt cage around them.
First, he hit them with a Splash Potion of Weakness and tried to feed them an Enchanted Golden Apple, hoping it would trigger the ‘cure zombie villager’ mechanic and reverse their Biotransference.
Absolutely nothing happened.
They remained metal skeletons.
Looks like the system considers the post-Biotransference Necrons as their ‘normal’ baseline state.
The MC curing mechanic doesn’t recognize them as having a debuff, so it won’t trigger.
Comparing the Necrons to the Death Company Marine he had cured earlier, Vane quickly realized the mechanical distinction.
Whatever.
Next time I’ll find some poor bastard corrupted by Chaos and see if the cure works on them.
For now, let’s test MC’s breeding mechanics and see if we can brute-force some results.
Let’s find the right tools.
Vane opened his inventory and placed a Shulker Box on the ground.
Shulker Boxes functioned as portable backpacks—if you broke them, they dropped as a single block while perfectly preserving their internal inventory.
Vane heavily relied on them to expand his carrying capacity.
“Found it.” Rummaging through the ‘Tools’ tab in the Shulker Box, Vane pulled out the specific item he needed: a Breeding Idol carved in the grotesque image of the Black Goat of the Woods.
It was an item ported from a fleshy, cosmic-horror survival mod.
When placed down, it passively radiated an aura that forced all nearby entities to succumb to an overwhelming desire to breed.
When combined with the underlying code of the ‘More Mobs’ mod, it could literally force non-breedable, genderless entities to reproduce.
Vane slapped the Breeding Idol down right next to the dirt cage, ensuring the two Necrons were well within its area of effect.
Then, he tried to feed them.
Normal food items didn’t register.
But the moment he held up blocks of Living Metal and raw Energy Cores, the [Feed] prompt popped up.
He clicked feed.
And then, a miracle happened.
Clusters of little pink hearts suddenly popped out of the two metal skeletons’ heads.
The two soulless Necron Warriors aggressively began rubbing and aggressively bumping their metallic chassis against one another.
A second later, a flash of light blinded the cage, and the loud, shrill crying of a biological Necrontyr infant echoed across the island.
Hearing the cries of an organic baby, the two Necron Warriors’ logic cores instantly overloaded and bluescreened.
What the actual hell?!
Where did a completely untransferred, biological Necrontyr infant just come from?!
Before the Necrons could even reboot their cognitive processors, Vane instantly re-sealed them in the boats and scooped the baby Necrontyr up.
The infant was humanoid, possessing four limbs.
Its skin was a deep, ashen black—clearly an evolutionary adaptation from living under a highly radioactive, violently toxic star.
It looked wildly different from a normal human, bearing a much closer resemblance to the Protoss from StarCraft, just without the nerve cords hanging off the back of its head.
So I can’t reverse the Biotransference of existing Necrons, but I can literally force two metal skeletons to breed and spawn a flesh-and-blood Necrontyr baby.
Vane stared at the infant in his arms, his mind racing.
It seems there are a ton of hidden interactions between Minecraft’s core mechanics and the underlying physics of the Warhammer universe that I haven’t fully grasped yet.
I’m definitely going to need to run a lot more experiments to figure out exactly where the boundaries of my cheat codes lie.
(Even a single user can do this) This will continue till we reach 10 Review.
After which we would continue with normal powerstone bonuses.