Chapter 639 87 Mortarion Kills Trazyn Alone

Chapter 639 87. Mortarion kills Trazyn alone

"Wait, what is that?!"

Hades opened his eyes wide, and he saw that incredible existence, a short Q-version figure, struggling in Trazyn's hands, an existence that should not exist in this world.

Hades, as a chess piece lover, did have a blank mind at a certain moment, and his instincts preceded his reasoning. As an extension of perception, the Black Domain probed ahead.

This time, the small Death Guard really made a sharper cry, and smashed Trazyn's hand with all its strength, and actually earned a glimmer of life for its escape!

Dang!

The small Death Guard landed and ran on the floor at an extremely sharp speed.

"Wait!" Trazyn shouted, "Put away your big black tongue in the subspace, you scared my little collection!!!"

"What?!"

Hades thought that the matter of Trazyn could be put aside for the time being. All his attention had been attracted by the small Death Guard, which was something that no chess piece party would refuse-although the proportions were a little wrong, the details were very rich, not to mention that it was still alive.

There was the breath of Mortarion on it - Emperor, how could the Pale Lord have such a thing.

He wanted to play with it.

? !

Could it be - Nurgling? !

Mo - Mortarion? !

Hades continued to be shocked. He saw that the little guy was about to get into a pile of cables of equipment.

"Hey! Hey! Don't get in! Dangerous!"

Hades decided to show his helpful spirit, not because he wanted to catch a little Mortarion to play with.

However, his words obviously made Mortarion more scared. The little guy waved his short legs and tried to get into the corner.

Trazyn began to put on protective gear for himself, and Hades stood up. He walked to the position of Mortarion, squatted down, and tried to fish Mortarion out of the equipment with his hands.

There was a scream behind the pile of messy cables. Hades assumed that it was the normal sound of Mortarion, not because he was scared.

In order not to leave a psychological shadow on these little things, Hades deliberately did not use liquid metal and rolled Mortarion out directly.

He tried to dig and dig, and felt the armor of the little death guard brushing against his fingertips several times. The texture was like the common material of the Death Guard mk3 armor, but it was a little slippery, as if it was covered with a layer of dead moss.

The equipment was piled too deep, and the Mortarion was hiding too deep. Hades had to continue to reach in, with his face pressed against the gap between the equipment. He heard the sound of a knife breaking through the wind behind him, and screams, but nothing could stop Hades' determination to touch the little death guard today.

Finally, Hades felt a huge shadow covering him.

The little death guard at his fingertips escaped again, running out with a squeak and scream, and Hades's eyes followed the Mortarion reluctantly.

He saw it emerge from the shadow of the cable, running and running on its short legs, running and running, running into the white mist - the cloak was hanging down in the mist, Hades looked up, his eyes moved up, and saw a gaze that was staring at him with death.

Ah, it's Mortarion.

[What are you doing? 】

Death said, Hades saw the cloak on his shoulders move, and the Mortarion appeared on Death's shoulders,

"Save the little one who was imprisoned by the alien..."

Hades paused,

"Little... uh... little Mortarion?"

[...]

Mortarion looked away without looking, and Death shook his head, as if to say that there was no hope.

Hades vaguely heard a curse in the Barbarus language, but it might also be an illusion. Death turned around and sat naturally opposite Trazyn-

The Necrons now had one-third of its body damaged, as if it had been chopped directly by a scythe, with cables and chip fragments exposed, and Trazyn collapsed on the chair.

Mortarion sat on Hades's previous chair, his eyes as calm as autumn water looking at the Necrons, ignoring Hades's question about what the little death guard was, and Death spoke,

[Long time no see,] he nodded slightly, [Tarazyn the Endless. 】

【Forgive me for being too rude in our previous meeting, which seems to have led to our communication problems in the past ten thousand years. 】

Motarion paused, he casually reached out and touched the little death guard on his shoulder,

【Glad that we can meet again. 】

"Your Excellency thinks this meeting is polite?"

Taraxin, who made an electric hissing sound, lay down in the chair and said, "It seems that you have been resentful of me for a long time."

【It's just a return gift to you. 】

Motarion said, 【After all, your contact method this time is a little indecent. 】

"It's an emergency, please understand."

The door was pushed open, and the figure king opposite the original body completely lost his vitality. The new Taraxin walked in and looked at Mortarion intact.

Hades, who realized that there might be something between the two, had already prepared a new chair, picked a suitable viewing position and sat down, and poured himself a glass.

Motarion and Taraxin also automatically ignored Hades, and the two were on the verge of a fight.

Trazyn pressed down the head of the scepter, and the remains on the chair disappeared. The Endless One sat down gracefully and stared at the Primarch.

"But it seems that we can still talk?"

Mortarion closed his eyes and opened them again.

[Privately,] he said, [I don't want to have any intersection with you - but for the public, speak up, Endless One. ]

Tarazyn waved his hand, and it opened its right hand. Under its arm were six intact little death guards in different shapes.

Once again, Mortarion ignored the sound of Hades's gasp. Without turning back, the Primarch knew that someone was ready to make a move.

He comforted his offspring again and listened to Trazim.

"I only want to ask one thing," Trazim said, with green light in his eyes, staring at Mortarion, "That is... our conversation ten thousand years ago, you know what it is, Mortarion."

"Of course,"

Before Mortarion could speak, Trazim immediately added, "You can also choose to remain silent. I have never threatened you with this. You can also use lies, but the wisdom from Nisilaq will make its own decision - but if you sincerely answer my doubts, then these collections belong to you."

Mortarion said lightly,

[They were originally mine. ]

Tarazim raised his eyebrows in an anthropomorphic way, undeniably, but did not speak.

The room fell into a brief silence, only Hades' eyes were glued to the six Mortarion. On the one hand, he was thinking about what happened between Mortarion and Trazyn. On the other hand, Hades's thoughts inevitably slid to Mortarion - he should admit Trazyn's talent and aesthetics in modeling, but maybe he could change the paint.

He now has living metal, and can directly mold different third-party accessories.

Hades felt that his hand, which was used to holding the paint pen, was shaking, but the atmosphere was solemn now, so he had to suppress himself.

For Hades, it was like there was a super straight wooden stick on the ground, and he couldn't pick it up.

Compared with Mortarion, Mortarion was also eclipsed - he even became the culprit who prevented Hades from catching Mortarion.

Hades raised his trembling hand and took two sips of poisoned wine to suppress the urge to reach out.

Mortarion was silent.

Death stared at Trazyn, the alien race he had thought of countless times and hoped to tear apart with his sickle countless times. There were countless times when he gasped in the busy and desperate reality, remembered this alien race for a moment, and then went to work angrily.

It was Hades that was taken away directly on Cadia.

Mortarion rebuked his ignorance. Why did he really pay attention to this race until Malcador introduced him to Trazyn?

The former Necron... now the Necrons.

Poison gas spewed out from the mask of Death. He spent a thousand years to dilute his anger and another thousand years to explore the truth. The closer he got to the truth, the more he had to accept and let go -

Death gradually realized one thing, that is, it was completely reasonable and appropriate for Hades to stay with Trazyn.

At that time, there was no environment suitable for Hades in the empire. Mortals would be afraid, the powerful would question, and the crazy people of the Mechanicus would destroy the so-called gods in the name of faith.

Mortarion walked in the desert of truth. Initially, he was driven by anger and unwillingness, but the sharp edges would eventually be smoothed by time. He had to start to understand the alien race. Between the difficulty of acceptance and complete relief, or giving up torturing himself, Mortarion had wavered for a long enough time.

Until he was completely silent.

Mortarion accepted the current situation that the alien race might not return to Hades. He began to study the Necrons and tried to use the bargaining chip of [finding the soul of the Necrons] to lure the Endless to appear again.

And the more he walked and stepped into the truth, the more shocked he was.

He was still too small.

Humans were still too small.

Necrons... Mortarion dug for answers above the tomb. A force far larger than the current empire was sleeping. The masters of the tomb were in charge of unimaginable technology. These deceased were older and more mysterious.

Following the thin spider silk of the Necrons, Mortarion began to climb up. Why did such a brilliant race become the final puppet? They have so much, but they are completely dead.

He touched the Star God.

Because of Hades, Mortarion has a deeper understanding of the Star God - but he did not expect that this kind of "creature" would appear in the history of the Space Necrons, and was the culprit that caused them to become what they are now.

That night, the Death God was silent at the desk. He remembered that Malcador, in the name of the Emperor, asked him to negotiate with the Space Necrons Trazyn - all this was not accidental, but he did not understand it at the time.

He wanted to ask how much the Lord of Humanity had concealed?

The Star God gave the Necrontyr technology, and the Necrontyr provided for the Star God, but the Star God eventually deceived them, and the gods devoured the souls of the former Necrontyr.

It would have been enough to come to this step. Mortarion knew why the souls of the Necrontyr disappeared - he did stop at this stage for some time, but the Primarch finally continued to move forward because some doubts were not answered, and because of his fear after seeing the truth.

Finally, he glimpsed...

The War in Heaven.

The Old Saints.

The Primarch remained silent about this. He did not tell anyone about this. In today's world where the Empire rules the galaxy, the old War in Heaven is obviously difficult for humans to understand and bear.

And... the Old Ones...

They are completely missing.

The Primarch was briefly immersed and shocked by the truth, but reality still pushed him forward firmly. Mortarion finally pulled himself out and began to deal with the Empire's mess.

But he still remembered his original intention.

Death's eyes seemed to be in a trance for a moment. He looked at Trazin who was waiting for his answer in front of him, and felt Hades' eager eyes behind him. The scion under the cloak felt uneasy because of Hades's eyes. He rested on the armrest. The upper hand does not hold a weapon.

Hades finally returned, as naturally as the head of an enemy falling off, and the Necrons did not threaten him with it, even though the Primarch had been prepared for it.

Mortarion was silent. He could feel the condition of his son. He was a little frightened, but it was the negative emotion that just came from Hades. Other than that, everything was fine.

Did Trazin do it on purpose? Or not?

Are there really benevolent alien races in this galaxy?

Child's play... Mortarion thought, ignoring Hades and Trazin's winks. He said nothing, and the two began to look at each other and ask each other.

[...Do you want to hear the truth? 】

Mortarion finally spoke hoarsely, [Can you accept reality, Endless One? 】

He felt the Necron tense up. Perhaps Trazin knew the answer to this question better than anyone else present.

"Of course," Trazin said nonchalantly, and even had time to poke Xiao Dieshou.

"After all, the deceased was emotionally stable," Trazin joked.

Mortarion ignored him, [Hades, use black domain to shield. 】

"It's already opened!" Hades' relaxed voice sounded, "It was closed for a moment when you came in just now."

Okay, Mortarion thought, he stretched out his hand, and a crystal droplet floated in his palm. Thousands of morning rays gathered here, reflecting a small and hazy light in the room.

[Let's see if this works...]

He motioned for Trazin to extend his hand. The Endless stared at the liquid in Mortarion's hand with interest, stretched out his hand,

"Elsa's tears?"

Trazin asked, and Mortarion nodded.

[Yes and no, this is the most precious drop...mixed with Aisha's blood. 】

With a thought in his mind, the God of Death dropped his tears and landed on Trazin's hand. The small water droplets splashed, and visible to the naked eye, the place where the teardrops were splashed began to sparkle.

Trazin's eyes widened, "Huh? I have a strange feeling, isn't it bad?"

Mortarion ignored Trazin completely. He closed his eyes and recited a spell. The frost began to spread. Mortarion immersed himself in the subspace. He worked hard to sense, trying to capture any new waves. …

…

Mortarion slowly opened his eyes.

【invalid. 】

He said, [I did not feel any energy fluctuations... Now I can tell you clearly, Trazin, your souls have completely disappeared, at least in the current subspace, your souls do not exist. 】

Trassin paused and withdrew his hand,

"It's no surprise. If I had known about it, I would have collected it directly so as not to waste this precious tear of Elsa."

Trazin said nonchalantly as it released its stasis stance and the six little guys stumbled towards Mortarion.

Mortarion glanced at Trazin, he bent down and fished out the little guard who couldn't climb up.

[There is another possibility that... your souls still exist within the Star God? But I'm no expert in this area. 】

Trazin held his head, watching the actions of the little Death Guards, but smiled and shook his head,

"If it were true, we would have done that long ago when we destroyed the imprisoned Star God."

The room fell silent again.

Mortarion waited slowly for the little guards to find a comfortable place. The original body looked at Trazin, his eyes flashing with a little golden light.

"I appreciate your care of Hades," Mortarion said quietly, "and it looks like we can continue to work together." 】

"It's a little effort," Trazin waved his hand, "It's cooperation...I guess you don't want to interact with me?"

"I really don't want to meet you," Mortarion lowered his eyes, "but there are dead souls." 】

【……】

White mist spewed out from Mortarion's respirator, and there was silence again. Even though the Necron was unwilling to show it, Death still felt a trace of loss.

[Because of Hades,] Mortarion said, [I have been searching alone for thousands of years to retrieve the souls of the Necrontyr. 】

"Don't make false accusations," Trazin raised his hand, "I didn't force you to do this."

Mortarion ignored him and continued talking.

[I mean... for those who fear death, there is another possibility. 】

He turned his head to touch the little guard who was seeking comfort from the original body. His hood dropped, covering half of the original body's face.

"What?"

Trazin asked, and it laughed, "What else can there be? Even the new life in Nurgle's Realm can't save us, what else can there be?"

【……】

[Ancient Saint. 】

Mortarion said slowly,

[Tarrazin, have you ever thought that...as your former enemy, whether out of war or kindness, the Old Saint collected part of the souls of the Necrontyr? 】

Hades watched as Trazyn froze completely.

[I guess you don’t want to think about this possibility, right? 】

Mortarion said calmly, [After all, thinking about your former enemies... may be a shame for you. 】

"W-why did you say that?"

Trazin almost stood up, "Besides, the Ancient Saints have completely disappeared! Their figures have not appeared in the galaxy at all since then!!!"

[I'm just offering a solution,] Mortarion said, [There are traces of the Old Ones' breath left in the Warp from hundreds of thousands of years ago. I've smelled some of them, and I think some of them are from the Old Ones... some... may be other races, including the Eldar, the Greenskins, and others...]

[You know this possibility is very high, right?]

Mortarion asked, and Trazyn, who was opposite him, looked overheated.