The initial exploration of the Necron Tomb went relatively smoothly; Ovilia and Donia even established a small base of operations to store various equipment and supplies they brought down.
However, due to Alex's warning, their actions couldn't be too reckless, which led to a somewhat slow pace in their research of the Necron Tomb, yielding almost no results.
This was within Alex's expectations, as even Belisarius Cawl himself couldn't fully understand Necron technology.
Even during the Battle of Cadia, he needed Trazyn the Infinite's personal guidance to operate the Blackstone Pylons on Cadia, attempting to reverse Warp polarity to close the Eye of Terror.
It's a pity, though, that due to the influence of GW's financial reports, Abaddon's first twelve Black Crusades had largely destroyed the Blackstone Pylons left by the Necrons.
As a result, even with Trazyn the Infinite's direct guidance, Cawl failed to save Cadia, ultimately leading to the Great Rift's opening.
For Warhammer fans, this was, of course, good news, as the Great Rift's opening meant that the previously sacred and inviolable timeline finally began to flow, no longer perpetually fixed at 999.M41.
At the same time, the entire Imperium of Man entered a new phase, with the return of Regent Guilliman and Lion El'Jonson, the Imperium's increased administrative efficiency despite losing its dark side, Huang Lao Han's more frequent manifestations, and so on…
It could be said that the entire galaxy was rapidly changing with the opening of the Great Rift.
Compared to the Imperium's stagnant past ten thousand years, such changes brought new hope to the Imperium.
Therefore, even if it were possible, Alex did not want to prevent the Great Rift from opening, despite the immense trauma it brought to the entire galaxy.
Not to mention, with Alex's current small stature and strength, if he were thrown into an apocalyptic meat grinder like the Battle of Cadia, not even a sound would be heard.
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"Alex, this tomb seems to have no problems!" In the Power Armor's communication channel, Gutierrez was whispering to Alex, "We've been in here for so long, why haven't we seen any Necron Dynasty forces appear?"
Although he was a Forgemaster, their base was currently surrounded by Adeptus Mechanicus tech-archaeologists, and the two Archmagos were busy collecting various data.
Conversely, Alex and Gutierrez, along with the Battle Sisters they brought, seemed somewhat idle.
"They're all asleep; we've been careful enough not to wake them," Alex did not relax his vigilance regarding the current situation.
"By the way, when you came in last time, was it this quiet inside?" Gutierrez asked curiously.
"No, last time I almost immediately encountered Canoptek Scarabs and Canoptek Tomb Stalkers right after entering, and then the fighting began." Recalling his last experience, Alex felt a bit helpless; if he hadn't been so unlucky as to encounter a Canoptek Tomb Stalker and Canoptek Scarabs right at the entrance, perhaps he could have explored more areas.
Hearing Alex say this, Gutierrez showed a strange expression and asked in confusion, "Then why haven't we encountered any Canoptek constructs? Not even a single Canoptek Scarab."
Alex was equally puzzled by this question, and it was precisely why he had been maintaining his vigilance.
This tomb world was too quiet, so quiet it was as if it had completely died.
But Alex knew clearly that this tomb had not died; he had seen part of its defense system awakened during his last visit.
So, ever since entering, he had felt a sense of crisis, like a thorn in his back.
Gutierrez's current question only intensified the unease in his heart. He thought for a moment and said to Gutierrez, "Keep an eye out for me; I intend to use my Psyker abilities to prophesy."
With that, he began to channel his Psyker power, attempting to glimpse the threads of fate.
Gutierrez, seeing this, stopped what he was doing and came to his side, leaning on his Forgemaster's axe to guard him.
Channeling and using Psyker power is not a comfortable experience.
Perhaps some individuals who cannot restrain their desires might become addicted to it, but the first thing Imperial sanctioned Psykers, who have undergone systematic training, learn is to restrain their power and not succumb to addiction.
Psyker power, in essence, is power derived from the soul.
When a person's soul is strong enough, they have a chance to connect more with the Sea of Souls, and exceptionally gifted individuals are born with the ability to channel power from the Sea of Souls into the material universe.
Of course, some people might not be particularly gifted, but due to some accidental stimulus, their Psyker talent awakens, and they can do the same thing.
As for whether this accidental stimulus is the natural maturation of the Psyker's talent or the result of artificial drug stimulation, that doesn't matter.
After all, with the Imperium's current technology, even an Ogryn can awaken Psyker abilities, so what else is impossible?
But regardless, using Psyker power is still a matter that requires extreme caution, because it requires the Psyker to open their soul to the Warp and channel energy from the Warp using their soul as a conduit.
Untrained Psykers often expose their souls defenselessly to the Warp at this step, thereby attracting the attention of daemons or other Warp entities.
Trained Psykers, however, are different; they learn how to conceal their radiance in the Warp and protect their souls.
Although Alex is not a Psyker, how to use Psyker power is written in the memory of the chess piece he controls; he only needs to access this memory to use Psyker power without hindrance.
From the outside, purple energy surged from Alex's eyes and swirled around his head as he channeled and used his Psyker power.
As for Alex himself, he merely felt his soul detach from his body, then project into a deep purple void.
He felt as if he was lying in a flowing great river, and with just a thought, he could guide and control the river's flow.
As a thought flickered in Alex's mind, a piece of information or certain images flashed before his eyes, revealing the content he wished to know.
This feeling of almost omniscience was captivating, but the knowledge in Alex's mind reminded him never to indulge in it.
Alex restrained his emotions, trying his best to withdraw his thoughts and control his consciousness and soul to 'return' to his body.
Accompanied by a dizzying sense of disorientation, Alex finally regained consciousness, but the first thing he did upon waking was shout, "Everyone, battle stations!"
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