In Warhammer, My System is Minecraft-Chapter 156: Breeding Necrons

The Necron Warriors were the absolute main force of the attacking army, forming the vast majority of their numbers.

They possessed a terrifying resurrection protocol; even if destroyed by plasma or bolters, they would reassemble in a flash of green light and stand up once again.

Accompanying the Necron Warriors were Canoptek Scarabs crawling all over the ground.

They swarmed by the thousands, piling on top of any unfortunate warrior who fell, peeling them apart layer by layer and devouring them.

The endless stream of troops emerging from the Nether Portal was enough for Guilliman to hold the line against the surging Necrons.

The Necrons also hadn’t expected so many people to pour out of a single small ship. The forces they had deployed were severely mismatched against Guilliman’s army.

Under the suppression of their firepower, a basic defensive line was gradually being established, and more Imperial Auxilia and Ultramarines were on their way.

Through his spyglass, Zeke searched the Necron legions for an Overlord unit.

He scanned around but found none. These were all just cannon fodder.

Archmagos Cawl had also joined the battlefield, effortlessly destroying any Necron that tried to attack him, and utilizing arcs of electricity to imprison several Necron Warriors.

"Truly novel research material. Let me take a good look." Archmagos Cawl dragged several Necrons over, sawed open their skulls, and studied them on the spot with great enthusiasm.

He also used complex containment devices to trap the remaining Necron Warriors.

Looking at these Necron Warriors, an idea that Zeke had been suppressing deep in his heart suddenly bubbled up.

It was the Villager Breeder farm plan. Back in the early days when he was short on Emeralds, Zeke had entertained this thought more than once, but he had always forced it down.

More importantly, Necrons inherently lacked the ability to reproduce. What would a baby Necron born from them even look like?

Zeke was hesitant, so he quietly discussed it with Archmagos Cawl. Cawl’s eyes instantly lit up.

"I will fully assist you with this experiment."

Archmagos Cawl became incredibly proactive, ordering Alpha Primus beside him to start gathering materials.

I haven’t even agreed to do it yet. Zeke lowered his raised hand. Should I give it a try?

Zeke looked at the soldiers fighting fiercely all around them. This experiment had to be kept strictly confidential; no one could be allowed to find out.

He went to a corner and began digging downward, hollowing out a sufficiently deep basement. He then expanded this basement into individual cages and placed the Necron Warriors that Archmagos Cawl had imprisoned inside.

He had no idea what kind of dark age technology Archmagos Cawl possessed to actually capture Necron Warriors.

One must know that when Necrons are in mortal danger, they can use their recall protocols to instantly teleport back to safety.

Zeke pushed open the iron door of the cell, placed a few torches, and walked in.

The orange-red light banished the cold dampness lurking in the corners.

Zeke set down a bed and a few wooden doors. Thinking about what he was about to do, he felt a slight pang of regret.

If this actually succeeded, wouldn’t it mean Space Marines could also be mass-produced using this method? That sounded incredibly blasphemous no matter how you sliced it.

"Alright, a couple of beds, a few wooden doors. Done. The necessary conditions for Villager breeding."

He raised his head and looked deep into the cell.

Two Necron Warriors were fixed against the wall. Their lower jaws had been removed, and their eyes glowed with an eerie green light, brimming with cold, killing intent.

If not for Archmagos Cawl’s specially crafted containment devices, they would have lunged forward and eradicated the human before them long ago.

Zeke met those two hostile gazes and tossed down a few loaves of bread. Food was also one of the conditions for Villager breeding.

He stepped forward, crouched in front of one of the Necrons, and right-clicked. The trading interface popped up.

Since he could trade Emeralds with them, they should be able to breed just like Villagers in Minecraft.

Zeke pulled his hand back, and the interface vanished.

Minecraft’s breeding system was famously, obscenely broken.

Setting aside the fact that it didn’t distinguish between male and female, you could even instantly age up a baby calf born from a cow, and then make it... continue breeding with its parent.

It was an utter collapse of ethics and a total loss of morality.

Precisely because of this, Zeke had never, and absolutely did not dare to, entertain such a thought regarding the citizens of the Imperium.

He didn’t dare use this trick. If it failed, that would be one thing. But if it succeeded, then he, Zeke Mason, would be the eternal sinner of the Imperium of Man, the gravedigger of all ethics and morality.

As a youth of the new era who had studied Morality and the Rule of Law, Zeke absolutely would not allow himself to do such a thing.

However, xenos races were a different story entirely. (TL/N: Damnn, is he racist?)

"Hah, I hope you two have a fun time tonight." Zeke closed the cell door, completely sealing the two Necrons inside.

The Necrons maintained their previous postures. The silence dragged on for a long time.

"We must find a way to escape," one of the Necrons finally spoke. "We must report to His Highness, Prince Simut. These humans are very abnormal."

The other Necron did not respond.

The first one turned its head and looked at its companion. "What are you doing?"

Its companion was facing it, a strange, unprecedented emotion glimmering in its eyes.

Biotransference was not equal. Due to limitations in resources and technology, different classes of the Necrontyr received vastly different new bodies.

For bottom-tier Necrons like them, whose souls had been stripped away leaving only empty husks, there should have been no emotions to speak of.

Loyalty was a command carved into their programming; hatred was a pre-set combat response.

But at this moment, as the two Necrons looked at each other, a bizarre sensation they had never experienced before rose from the bottom of their hearts.

Its companion raised a hand and incredibly gently caressed its cheek.

Cold fingertips touched its equally cold metallic skin.

That sensation spread along its neural conductive pathways, stirring up a bizarre ripple deep within a consciousness that had been silent for tens of millions of years.

It didn’t know what it was, but its body did not reject it.

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Outside the cell door, Zeke actually hadn’t left.

This is too blinding to watch! Zeke pressed his face against the door crack, squinting one eye, peering through the narrow gap to watch the movements inside.

He managed to endure it for three seconds before raising a hand to cover his eyes.

Behind him, Cawl squeezed forward with immense enthusiasm. He shoved Zeke aside and pressed his face to the door crack.

At the same time, a Servo-skull buzzed over, hovering by his shoulder and beginning to record.

"Inconceivable," Cawl exclaimed softly. "The reproduction of Necrons. This is simply beyond imagination."

Cawl’s cognitive core had already begun spinning at high speed, the rough draft of a thesis on Necron reproductive behavior rapidly taking shape.

Zeke couldn’t resist sneaking a few more peeks. Well, actually, the breeding animation in Minecraft is just two creatures bumping into each other, rubbing together a bit, and then it’s over. The commotion coming from the cell grew louder and louder.

The floor began to vibrate, and this process continued until midnight. Cawl remained steadfast, never taking a single step away from the cell door.

The cry of a baby tore through the silence of the night.

Inside the cell, the light of the torches was still burning quietly. The two Necrons were huddled in the corner.

And between them was a tiny little thing.

It was curled up there, looking somewhat similar to a human infant, but its skin was much rougher, possessing a withered, gaunt color. It was also incredibly thin, merely skin and bones.

It was not a Necron.

Those were real eyes, brimming with a soul. This was a Necrontyr—the long-extinct Necrontyr.

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Goal = 1500 Powerstones.