The giant corporations that started from Night City

Chapter 442: The never-ending cycle of rise and fall!

From the standpoint of their own interests, both sides are refusing to give up an inch.

Trazyn continued, "We can continue to sleep and wake up when the Milky Way becomes dead again. By then, the Necrons can still live well in this pure land."

Trazyn also had his own agenda.

First of all, the Necrons have no lifespan limit and theoretically can sleep indefinitely, waiting for the day.

If the current environment of the Milky Way is not suitable for them, then they will pretend to be dead and continue to sleep in the coffin. One day, the Milky Way will become a no-man's land due to war.

At this moment, the Necrons are like a shrewd old rich man who has just cashed out and has a lot of money in his hands. He keeps watching the changes in the market trend and waiting for a wave of money to enter the market.

Waiting for the overall environment of the Milky Way to turn into a bull market before entering the market to invest money seems to be more conservative and safer than investing in the emerging force of the global giant.

"Do you really think the galaxy will become quiet from now on? No, it is impossible. The cycle of rise and fall is about to fail."

"What awaits this universe will be endless chaos and war. You will not wait until everything is reset to zero and the Dharma Ending Age begins anew."

Jack Wells shook his head and carefully analyzed the development trend of the Warhammer universe to Trazyn.

While the War of the Gods brought countless spoils and technology points to the Necrons, it also caused great damage to the Necrons. Faced with these countless good things, they were more like hungry wolves that had lost all their teeth.

They had endless desires but found it difficult to digest these delicate "foods". Over the long years, the Necrons even lost most of their ultimate technology.

At this moment, the Necrons can only exert 30% of their peak strength, and can barely be considered a demigod.

At this time, four Chaos Gods had been born in the Warp.

Whether they have existed for a long time or have just been born, the traces of evil gods are spread across every timeline, and their power comes from the emotions of intelligent species.

From this point of view, the Milky Way will never become a dead and ownerless land. This involves the fundamental interests of the evil gods of the subspace. All creatures in the entire Milky Way are their spiritual food!

Unless the evil gods of the subspace are destroyed first, even if the Necrons sleep until the end of the universe, they will never be able to wait until the day when the Milky Way becomes a paradise.

Their plan to retreat is doomed to fail.

"Trazyn, the survival situation of the Milky Way and the Necrons is far from as optimistic as you think. With the Cosmic Corporation, the Milky Way will only become a pure land for humans, not for you."

Jack Wells put it bluntly.

The Milky Way is either the spiritual food of the evil gods of the Warp, or the back garden of the giant corporations in the universe, but it cannot be the back garden of the Necrons who are only thinking about picking up bargains.

After listening to Jack's analysis, Trazyn was silent for a moment, but soon he continued, "Even if what you said is true, the conditions you proposed are too harsh."

"Even if I agree to this deal, other Necron Overlords will never agree to such excessive conditions. This is a shameful act of betraying the entire race!"

The power structure of the Necrons is pyramid-shaped, and the group of Necrons standing at the top of the pyramid are called Overlords.

These overlords each rule their own dynasties and jointly maintain the development of the Necrons. They have equal status, so this matter cannot be finalized by what Trazyn says alone.

It would also require the approval of the other Overlords, as well as the support of the vast majority of the Necrons, to make the deal official.

"If that's the case, then gather all the Necron Overlords together. We can still negotiate our terms. It's not impossible for you to want more territory."

What the world's giant companies have the most is land. These houses are empty anyway, so it's better to renovate them and sell them to the Necrons to reap real technology points and weapons.

The expanded expeditionary force can then go on to sweep across other universes.

Jack Wells's words were like the whisper of a demon, plucked at Trazyn's heartstrings.

In fact, it is also very interested in the technological points and megastructures of the universe's giant enterprises, especially the birch world and the ring world, which are great creations of the god level, and they make Trazyn intoxicated.

The Global Giant Corporation has too many things it wants to collect, but with its current territory and capabilities, it cannot accommodate or obtain everything it wants.

If I could take this opportunity to join a global giant, there would be some chance.

As for the Cosmic Corporation, forcing the Necrons to join the Corporation is naturally to obtain their technological points, followed by Star God fragments, and finally those weapons and equipment.

The Necrons can definitely be regarded as an invisible big boss-level force in the Warhammer universe.

The technological points they can get include machines that can restart the universe's time, ship-borne weapons that focus on black holes, and star maps that can control supernova explosions...

It is precisely because the Necrons control so many law-level weapons that they were able to defeat the Old Saints and allow their race to continue to this day.

However, that was the peak period of the Necrons 60 million years ago.

The Necrons have lost more than half of their technological knowledge at this time, but even so, there are still many good treasures hidden in their nests.

A figure king like Taraxin, who loves collecting figures, has a private collection of many novel and rare treasures, including some good things such as regular-level weapons.

Jack Wells refused to give up an inch of land in order to squeeze out as much treasure as possible.

"OK then."

After weighing the pros and cons again and again, Tarasim no longer wanted to continue playing along with Jack, and simply agreed:

"I will wake up those sleeping old guys, and we will find a good place to discuss the details of cooperation."

After all, this matter concerns the future destiny of the entire Necrons, and it must have the unanimous consent of all overlords. Besides, the Universal Corporation really wants too much.

There are some things that even these undead overlords may not have, and they have to be dug in other tombs to find them.

Anyway, there aren't many Necrons that will use these antiques squeezed underground, so it's better to take them out and cash them in at the Universal Corporation in exchange for some new and interesting collectibles.

"Okay, I'll be waiting for you anytime!"

Jack Wells finally breathed a sigh of relief. The matter was settled, and the technology tree of the global giant company could be lit up a lot. Ott Cunningham and his team would be busy again.

After a while, under the guidance of the Megacorp frigate, Trazyn returned to the Warhammer universe on his own spaceship.

The moment he passed through the star gate and returned to the Prospero galaxy, Trazyn saw that the mark he left before leaving had been destroyed by the black hole.

More than just a mark...

Even the entire Prospero galaxy was completely destroyed by the black hole, and countless flying, messy planetary fragments and warship wreckage floated and wandered aimlessly.

"Is this the black hole attack launched by the cosmic giant on Prospero?" Trazyn was shocked. How long has it been since then? Such a big galaxy disappeared just like that!

The Giant Enterprise warriors beside him did not explain to Trazyn's doubts.

When it left the Warhammer universe and headed for Ideal City, the AI ​​Iron Man Fleet from the Golden Age had not yet appeared, so it did not know the truth of the matter.

"What a terrible opponent... Fortunately, there is still a possibility of cooperation between the Necrons and the Megacorp, otherwise it would be really difficult in the future."

After bidding farewell to the corporate frigate, Trazyn drove his own spaceship to the edge of the black hole, observing the tragic situation on the battlefield, and said to himself.

The black hole is the most mysterious and great celestial body in the universe. This extremely destructive weapon is ranked as a top strategic weapon even in the peak period of the Necrons camp.

As of today, the Necrons have few black hole weapons that can be used normally, and even if they can be used, there is no guarantee that they will not accidentally hurt themselves.

It is not just humans who have experienced a technological gap in their civilization, but also metal skeletons like the Necrons.

"We need to wake up those old guys as soon as possible and make a decision as soon as possible." Trazyn was increasingly convinced that what Jack Wells said was true.

After the War in Heaven and the Golden Age of Humanity ended, the Milky Way did not truly enter a dead end age. Whenever the Milky Way fell into darkness and distress, a powerful hegemonic civilization would always emerge.

The current situation is indeed an opportunity for the Necrons to cash out and rebuild their positions.

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After leaving the subspace channel, the Moon Wolves' flagship is slowly docking in the solar system.

However, unlike what Horus had imagined, the garrison in the Solar System seemed unaware of the news that he was about to be crowned Warmaster, and continued to strictly inspect his Spirit of Vengeance.

At first Horus didn't take it seriously, thinking it was just a necessary procedure, but as time went on, he felt more and more that something was wrong.

"What's going on? How come these bastards don't know how to welcome us? Can't they see that this is the flag of the Luna Wolves?"

"It must be those damned high lords who are deliberately causing trouble. They did this just to disgust us."

"Damn it! I'll chop off the heads of these mortals sooner or later!"

"..."

The Luna Wolves warriors below grumbled with dissatisfaction.

Logically speaking, Horus was ordered to go to Terra to be appointed War Marshal. According to basic etiquette, he should have let these nobles and bureaucrats take care of the event so that the entire solar system would be filled with a carnival atmosphere.

But after the Spirit of Vengeance entered the solar system, it was only subject to routine inspections, releases, and inspections...

Even the garrison soldiers didn't say a few words of congratulations to them. They just saluted the Moon Wolf warriors calmly, and then nothing more.

Could it be that they returned too quickly and the Emperor had not yet officially informed these people of the news of the appointment of the Warmaster? No way.

"Lord, I feel something is not right. These people don't seem to know that the Emperor has appointed you as the Warmaster. Otherwise, why would they be so indifferent to us?"

Ezekyle Abaddon frowned, his previous ecstasy gone, "This doesn't look like a welcome to us, it's clearly a sign of wariness against our arrival!"

As the captain of the first company of the Luna Wolves, Abaddon fought bravely and was deeply trusted by Horus.

According to the plot development in the original "Warhammer", after Horus was killed by the Emperor, Abaddon would become the new Four Gods and lead the corrupted Black Legion to wreak havoc everywhere.

But now, Abaddon at this time is just a general under Horus, and has not yet developed into the big villain-level character of the later period.

Like Horus, Abaddon was quite disgusted with the attitude of mortals, the political system of the Empire, and the bureaucracy, and believed in the concept of governance centered on the Primarchs.

"Don't let your imagination run wild. The Emperor must have his own reasons for doing this. All we have to do is cooperate."

Horus did not doubt the unusual situation before him. After all, the decree had already written that he was appointed as the war commander, so he was not afraid of other people's gossip.

As long as the position of war commander is his, he will have plenty of opportunities to settle accounts with these blind bastards in the future.

At this moment, Horus stood outside the porthole of the Spirit of Vengeance, gazing at Terra not far away, his expression filled with excitement and excitement.

Terra, the home of human civilization and the center of power of the Empire, finally has a place for Horus!
"Lord, we have received a message from Malcador. He asked us to anchor the fleet at Mars Harbor first, and then send the Custodians to escort you to Terra alone to meet the Emperor."

Abaddon felt something was wrong no matter how he looked at it. At such a glorious moment, how could he not allow the Primarch to accept the coronation with his warriors?

This guy doesn't look like a general being conferred a title at all; he's clearly escorting a criminal!
Of course, Abaddon would not dare to say such words that would ruin the atmosphere. He looked at Horus with complicated eyes and expressed his doubts to the Primarch.

Horus finally realized that something was wrong, and he gradually came to his senses from his initial high spirits.

Everything here is abnormal.

The appointment of an Imperial Warmaster is a huge event, and given the temperament of the Imperial bureaucrats who are keen on flattery and siding with the nobles, they should continuously send congratulatory messages and precious gifts to the Spirit of Vengeance.

These people are so close to Terra, how could they not have heard the news?
At this moment, no matter how stupid Horus was, he realized some problems. He couldn't help but think of the fate of Magnus and Prospero.

Although Magnus' actions are not worthy of sympathy, the Emperor was too ruthless and cruel to his sons.

Coupled with the two Primarchs whose names were hidden, this made Horus's speculations and suspicions about the Emperor even deeper.

After much thought, Horus chose to trust the Emperor, discarded the thoughts in his mind, and said to Abaddon and other chapter commanders:

"What is there to worry about? I am the Primarch of the Luna Wolves and the only Warmaster appointed by the Empire. Is it possible that the Emperor will destroy the Wall himself?"

"Even if the Emperor really wants to attack me, I will have no regrets!"

Of course, Horus' last words were a lie, but he did believe that the Emperor would not do anything to him.

There's absolutely no reason for this.

He is not like Magnus who deals with evil gods and demons in the Warp every day, and he has no intention of rebelling.

Could it be that he would be held accountable for staying on his home planet Cthonia every day, eagerly waiting for the title of Warmaster? How could such an outrageous thing happen!

(End of this chapter)