Chapter 512 430 Brief Discussion

Chapter 512 4.30 Brief Discussion

In the private lounge of the Endurance, after the meeting, Makado coughed a few times and rested alone. His hand wrapped around the gem bracelet shook.

"How was the talk?"

A hazy giant shadow appeared from behind the old man.

【……accepted. 】

"requirement is?"

[Part of my spiritual power. 】

"..." The old man raised his eyes and glanced at Mortarion, "That's all?"

【that's it. 】

"Okay, got it," Malcador waved his hand to signal Mortarion to leave, and the figure in the fog disappeared without saying anything.

Malcador sat down on the bench to rest with difficulty. He raised his hand and opened the door to the private lounge.

"You don't look good."

The electronic sound sounded, and Malcador coughed, "It's an expected situation."

Trazin walked over naturally and sat on the chair next to Malcador. The door was closed again.

"Thank you...for your concern for the Empire."

Malcador said, and Trazin laughed,

"Humans are a pretty interesting race - I'm glad I woke up."

Under the candlelight, Malcador's eyes flickered,

"I guess you are not a race that likes to dominate."

Trazin stopped taking the tea cup, and the undead overlord turned to look at Malcador.

"Not now," Trazin said. "It's completely unnecessary."

Malcador nodded slightly,

"Sorry for being so presumptuous."

Trazin shrugged humanely and let the topic go. The Necron raised his hand, and from under his Mechanicus cloak, a small Death Guard fell out. Trazin teased it with interest.

Malcador watched Trazin's actions in silence,

"What do you think of Mortarion?"

"There's a lot of potential."

Trazin rubbed the little Death Guard's head, and the little guy passed out and lay on the Necron's legs.

"Awakening the essence of subspace without losing your original personality - your ambition is not small."

Malcador closed his eyes;

"Human beings are a psychic species and cannot become perfect after all..."

"Physical race."

Trazin took over Malcador's words,

"We were an accident."

Necron said, "Another ending of the past, the ending of abandoning the soul and completely getting rid of the warp."

Trazin continued to touch the little Death Guard's armor,

"There was no Nurgle, Tzeentch, or others at that time...the subspace was much more stable than it is now."

“It’s not what it used to be.”

Macado said, the old man also picked up the tea cup and took a sip.

"... Times have changed."

"As time goes by, the power of the four gods is getting stronger," Trazin said easily. "They claim to transcend time and space - a complete nonsense. Can they reach the battle in heaven that year?"

Malcador stared at Trazin in silence, while the talkative Necron continued to talk,

"Two points," said the Necron Historian, "the fall of the Eldar Empire - the awakening of Slaanesh, and then the expansion of the Human Empire."

"Before you, no race with close ties to the subspace has reached this point."

"The birth, expansion, and overthrow of the psychic race provided strength for the enhancement of the subspace, while on the physical side...the imprisonment of those beings weakened the physical world."

Trazin picked up the tea cup and drank tea,

"The subspace cannot continue to expand."

Malcador stared at Trazin, "Is this your attitude?"

"That's my attitude."

Trazin laughed, "Those fatuous ones are still sleeping in their graves, not getting up to see this interesting world - but maybe I am the outlier."

Trazin mentioned the sleeping little Death Guard, threw it to Malcador, and he took out another one.

"No, I'm just a historian who records history."

Trazin rejected his previous words,

"Will historians interfere with history?"

Malcador stroked the sleeping cub and asked calmly

Trazin was silent for a long time before he spoke,

"I just hope that doing something is better than doing nothing."

The Necron's face lit up with green light, and Trazin swayed,

"If someone makes a mistake, someone needs to step out and stop it - did I understand this truth back then - it's a pity that I can't remember that day."

Did Trazin resist during the reincarnation ceremony that year?

"I just don't want to see another tragedy."

Trazin said absently, "Even if I mess up, for me, it's just a matter of sleeping for tens of thousands more years."

Malcador sighed, and the old man was not in a high mood.

"Thank you for your help. I understand. We did not expect this filing before the war started."

Trazin laughed;

“If you’re really grateful—well, I want the Mona Lisa.”

Macado's hand holding the tea cup shook.

"You can definitely get it yourself."

"It's better to be justified."

Malcador raised his eyes, "Maybe you should covet something else, whether it's Hades's ability or Mortarion's ability."

Trazin made a sound of disgust;

"Do they know that the Empire packed them up and sold them out?"

Macado said calmly, "I knew it from the beginning."

Trazin thought for a moment,

"I understand what you mean. Hades can integrate the ability of the Star God, as well as the black domain, the absolute physical side... Mortarion has the potential of life, which can allow us to..."

If the Necron want to continue to be the overlords of the physical side, then they will definitely be greedy for Hades' ability, and if they hope to regain their souls, a guarantee from Mortarion may be a good choice.

At least the Necron were in no mood to snatch Isa from the Gardens of Nurgle now.

Not to mention that the Eldar and the Necrons are still mortal enemies.

Trazin was silent. Finally, Trazin said easily,

"This is my business and has nothing to do with race."

"I just let a friend take refuge here, and watch the four gods in the subspace being deflated."

"Just that?"

"That's all."

Macado sighed, "Not like a politician."

"I'm just a historian, not to mention -" Trazin laughed dryly, "You will never be happy to see political confrontation between dynasties."

If Trazin wanted to evaluate it himself, then it would be the relying construction.

Machado continued, "After this battle is over, I will send the Mona Lisa over, not... just to make friends."

Trazin stared at Malcador,

"Being friends with you right now is not an option."

Macado paused for a moment,

"Okay, got it, thank you for the reminder."

The old man said tiredly.

"I know...I know the prophecy, we all got it wrong."

Malcador coughed again. The old man waved his hand, and golden flames ignited around the room.

"Distinguished visitors from a foreign race, please make a contract for the sake of [the deceased]'s friendship."

"And for the little Death Guard's sake."

Trazin raised the little guy in his hand, "I am now thinking about how to let Corax get part of Nurgle's authority - I understand why the Nurgle demon army likes Nurgling."