Chapter 640 88 Mortarion: This Won’t Work

Chapter 640 88. Mortarion: This won’t work

Necrontyr...

Orikan the Astrologer silently took off his hood, and the river of time was watching it in confusion.

Time is being played with.

Although it doesn't want to admit it, Orikan knows that it can never solve all this by itself, and it needs to find an ally.

Traveling under the chaotic and huge underground palace of the alien race, Orikan accepted the invitation of the king of the alien race.

It was also promised in return.

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"I can not accept."

Trazin said word by word, Ancient Saint? Ancient Sage? Ancient Sage? !

This word sleeps in the deepest part of its underlying logic, and all Necrontyr will carefully avoid it, finding it difficult to accept, unable to accept it - this anticlimactic war has taken too much away from them.

But Trazin's computing machines are executing faithfully, and the truth they insist on avoiding is right in front of them. The Necrontyr went to war out of jealousy, but fell into the trap of the Star God in the middle of the war... and the Old Ones disappeared.

This...this was the Necrontyr's mistake.

They chose the wrong path, started the war wrongly, and believed in the wrong target wrongly. When their souls were gone and their bodies were only metal, looking at his robot-like people, the Emperor realized that he had committed a heinous crime.

But it was too late.

They are a group of dead people guarding huge treasures. No amount of money and jewelry can bring them to the other side.

The Necrons have already used codes to simulate the existence of the Necrontyr in the past. As long as the personality data is lost, it is equivalent to death——

But no matter how sophisticated the instruments are and how advanced the technology is, hundreds of thousands of years are enough to erase everything. They are just delaying death.

But the most deadly thing is not just that.

As the Necrontyr abandoned death, so did the new life.

With each additional data loss, the Necron lost a member of their race forever.

Necrons don't have newborns.

Without new life, this race has long been declared dead.

This is why... why Trazin and the other Necrons are so eager to return to the Necrontyr, they are trying to make up for their mistakes.

They are obsessed with it.

But—but—but—the Old One?

Trazin's arithmetic machine was calculating, and the Necrons, who were good at multi-thread thinking, focused their thoughts on this matter. Overheating buzzed, and they rarely mentioned that existence - the ancient saint may represent a certain failure, a certain A shameful history, they represent the folly of the Necrontyr.

The Old Ones should have been buried in the deepest recesses of history, undiscovered and forgotten except by silly Eldar songs.

But the Primarch took it upon himself to bring it up.

The Ancient Saint... Trazin felt a little pain. It felt that its program was being interrupted by its subconscious again and again, but it continued to think.

Finally... Trazin could barely show any emotions, it couldn't sense them, but -

"This possibility exists,"

Trazin said that for the first time it felt like one of those low-level Necrons, cold and entirely composed of programs.

"But it is impossible," it said, "the Old Ones are gone and we cannot find them again."

Trazin's body slumped and looked very tired.

"But thanks anyway, this is indeed a way of thinking - but for us..."

Tara smiled hard and shook her head.

[It’s just a possibility. 】

Mortarion said calmly, "I am just pursuing the answer to this question - and one of the ideas and solutions is like this." 】

[Besides...] Mortarion narrowed his eyes, [You don’t have the technology to travel through time or change time. 】

"No!"

Trazin shouted, "Some things cannot be changed - time travel is not what you think. Huge paradoxes run through it. Only the best Necron can try to change the past - and... if If something is too big, then retrospection will be ineffective, and only the end of time can be shaken by us. "

The Necron looked at Mortarion seriously,

"I know what you're thinking - you want me to go back to the time of the Old Ones?"

[Just a suggestion,] Mortarion said, [It has nothing to do with anything else, I said, I am just solving this problem. 】

Trazin shook his head, "Impossible, ridiculous, completely impossible."

The Necron thought for a moment and then said,

"There are several faults in the long river of time we are in now. After the faults, it is impossible to trace back, and the latest big fault is the awakening of Slaanesh."

The Primarch raised his eyebrows in surprise, but said nothing.

Trazyn was silent for another moment. It looked thoughtful, its arms crossed, its metal face looking more serious. The Primarch was silent, giving the Necron time to think.

Finally, Trazin shook his head.

"Thank you for your previous advice," it said, "but after this... don't mention it again."

The primarch nodded.

【So we have ended our last cooperation? 】

Mortarion asked, and Trazyn paused.

"I may need to provide you with some after-sales service."

Necron said, looking at Hades, whose eyes were empty.

"He...isn't quite right, is he?"

The primarch's breathing became sluggish, and finally Mortarion nodded undeniably. The primarch narrowed his eyes.

[Can you explain to me what exactly the Lord of Humanity did back then? 】

"Hey!" Hades shouted, "Wait a minute, why did you skip the person involved and start talking!"

Both of them ignored him. Trazin decisively ignored Hades and began to explain - it did not dare to underestimate the original body that could trace the ancient saints by itself.

"At least give me a little wake!"

Hades continued to protest, Mortarion was silent for a moment, and finally raised his hand. A small death wake appeared under his hand and looked at Hades.

The original body motioned to the little warrior with a look.

Do not move.

【...He won't hurt you. 】

Still not moving, but at least not shaking.

The original body was silent. For the small Death Guard, who were completely subspace creatures, perhaps... from their perspective, Hades was closer to the image of Nurgle.

Correction, even harder to accept than Nurgle.

Mortarion also wanted to persuade the little Death Guard, but the next moment, a gust of black wind suddenly rushed over! At a speed that even the original body could not react, Hades successfully captured the large chess piece.

Mortarion's pupils were shaking, and the original body looked at the laughing heir in Hades's arms and screamed, calling him for help...

Hades pressed down the arms of the struggling little Death Guard, touched the armor curiously, and lifted the little Death Guard up, looking at the scars and eyepieces of the armor in detail...

Hmm...the distressing is so realistic! Hades thought, no, these are the real old traces, and this lighting! He also worked hard to learn how to light and paint, but in the end Xiao Dieshou just installed lights on the eyepieces himself!

No... Be patient... The original body took a deep breath... Although the hands of his comrades were a little bit off, they would not hurt - behind him, Hades smiled and began to try to take off the little Mortalling armor. , Hades planned to see if he could change his armor, or look at the head sculpt——

Trazin watched dumbly as a gust of wind blew in front of him, followed by Hades who was knocked to the ground by the pain of the scythe handle, and Mortarion who was holding a small guard in one hand.

【no. 】

Mortarion said firmly that everyone has a bottom line, and maybe it’s time for him to add another bottom line.

The Primarch took a deep breath, and a long puff of white mist erupted.

Mortarion looked at Hades tiredly,

[Hades, I know the next words will make you frustrated,]

The original body said, [But I still want to say... I hope you have a preliminary understanding of your subspace image...]

Mortari paused for a moment. The little Death Guard in his hand seemed to have received a major blow, showing a level 7 mental trance and a severe loss of fighting spirit.

【You can't abuse them anymore. 】

Mortarion said, while Hades spread his hands innocently, "I didn't do anything!"

【Your existence is the greatest abuse. 】

Mortarion killed Fish Eye, [Hades... Do you remember the Amarilia swamp we once cleared on Barbarus? 】

Hades was stunned for a moment. Of course he remembered an extremely disgusting swamp. It looked like a gathering of rotting corpses, covered in mud. It was like a giant shit slime that attacked the mind and body indiscriminately. When attacking, Like throwing shit at them.

After that annihilation, Hades found a deserted corner and lay dying for three days, thinking that his life was over.

One thing that needs to be explained is that there is a lack of clean water on Barbarus, so bathing is impossible.

Mortarion and Karas adapted well to this, with a turd-type primitive commanding the turd-type villagers.

【Actually...】

Mortarion looked away guiltily, and pulled up his hood.

[You are...more shocking than the existence there. 】

Hades opened his arms, "I know, but I see you, Magnus, Malcador, the Lord of Humanity..."

His voice trailed off.

"All right."

Hades said, "I understand, only those with a high enough will can look directly at me?"

What is the ancient god?

Mortarion pulled his hood again, covering his eyes.

"Perhaps," Mortarion said quietly, "but otherwise, don't abuse them any more." 】

The original body was silent for a moment, and he realized that Hades could not fully understand it, because for subspace creatures, their senses are far richer than those of the physical world. Hades might only be able to understand that he wanted to vomit - but for Hades, For Dis, this is the point he has been able to overcome the most in a long time.

!

Mortarion thought.

[Perhaps...] The original body said slowly, touched the heir's head, and sat back down again, [Perhaps I can show you the words Karas specially wrote to scold you, and maybe you will understand, Revenant. 】

[But now,] the Primarch said cautiously, [No, not at all, I cannot give them to you. They can be sacrificed in the disgusting Gardens of Nurgle, but they cannot die near you. 】

Hades was a little disappointed, but understood, "Maybe I...understand?"

Motali settled down for a moment,

[I'll take you flying and let them go. 】

Hades's mouth grinned brightly again, "It's a deal." Hades said.

Trazin thought thoughtfully, and it felt a little regretful. Perhaps it should have left a few small death guards to threaten the Pale Lord.

…

"The Star God is possessive and can be plundered or plundered."

Trazin explained, he glanced at Hades, who seemed to have lost his ideals in life, where Ge You was lying.

"But I have only seen the Star God seize the body of the Star God - Ourrican can't [absorb] the Star God. He is the first! The first! I can't imagine the boldness of the Lord of Humanity."

Trazin was silent for a moment, "According to common sense, soulless and absolutely physical beings can give it a try, but most of them are taken away from the Star God, and he is the only one who takes the initiative to take away the body."

The god of death raised his head slightly,

[The tenacity of mankind is enough to defeat the gods,] the original body said, [This... I have doubted it, but reality has proven everything to us. 】

[He did it, that’s it, that’s the human will. 】

Mortarion said, even though Hades behind him was now shapeless.

"Stop boasting," Hades waved his hand, "Old Mo, the wine is gone."

Mortarion took out a bottle from the fog and threw it back without looking back.

"So," Trazin said, "I'm curious to where he will go in the end, where everything will be unified?"

The original body fell silent, the sound of pouring wine sounded behind him, and Hades shouted,

"No! Not at all!" Hades said, "I have swallowed... uh... about five fragments now? I have been in an illusion before."

Trazin stared at Hades;

"But you will probably have no side effects after this - your desire for souls may also be the reason why you don't take the initiative to eat."

"Moreover," Trazin paused, "actually, the piece of Deceiver I fed you had already swallowed at least three other C'tan fragments before."

The Primarch looked disapprovingly at the Necron;

【Why did you do this? 】

"Oh my God!" Trazin raised his hand innocently, "He needs to grow up and keeps shouting hungry in my museum. What can I do?!"

"I didn't yell!"

"You shouted! You disturbed the stasis of my collection at least four times! Do you know how time-consuming and laborious it is to recapture them?!"

【……】

"So the key point is willpower," the Necromancer pointed to his head, "The will of the physical world... is completely unclear... and we have no way to judge the extent of his will through the subspace, nor Naturally, there is no way to judge whether Hades can continue to swallow it. "

"Perhaps I can completely crush the original will of the Star God fragment before swallowing it," Hades said, "and then eat it."

He has understood that the big fish eats the small fish and becomes stronger after eating it. It is really not possible... You can carry it with you like a burner. At a critical moment, you can become stronger instantly like taking drugs.

But... Hades is not in a hurry now, because in terms of single-body abilities, he can already touch Chaos, and there is no need to take risks anymore.

"It's your choice," Trazin spread his hands and paused. "But I can assist."

The Necron glanced at the Primarch, who seemed to be in a new round of thinking. It was time.

Trazin looked at Hades;

Since the Necrontyr is truly irredeemable... Trazin feels faintly sad... then... then let it...

It no longer wants to succumb to the King of Silence.

In fact, this free will has long been unwilling to bow to any authority.

It was the Necrontyr's hierarchical class that ultimately led to their tragedy.

Trazin asked herself, could it possibly bow to a king who would lead an entire race to destruction? Is it happy to see the remains of its people continuing to carry out stupid orders?

Compared with the Silent King, how is Trazin inferior? ! But hundreds of thousands of years ago, the bed that gave birth to them was slightly different.

Since the ultimate fate is to perish, why not make yourself more comfortable? !

"Hades, since I have to give you some aftermath no matter what...then...should we talk about some new cooperation?"

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small theater:

The original body was silent for a moment, and he walked into Karas's private lounge with some guilt. The room had a somewhat old feel everywhere, including a slightly larger bed, a desk, and a workbench.

The talismans written and drawn by Karas were hung on the wall, and books on government affairs and psychic powers were neatly placed next to the desk. Mortarion also saw a photo of Karas and Grugor, thousands of years ago. The second company commander died long ago.

The original body squatted down and tapped the third drawer of the desk with his bone-like fingers. The lock filled with curses fell off. He opened the drawer and took out the diary.

There is a hobby of writing among the Death Guard. Not only Karas, but Vox is also good at writing.

Mortarion knew that Karas had always had a diary, and Karas allowed the original body to read it, but Mortarion always thought it was not necessary to read it. Later... Karas locked the diary.

He carefully opened the diary, and most of the papers contained curses, and the level of swearing was extremely high. Mortarion even saw the words Karas cursed him.

But that was not the purpose of his trip. Crouching next to the number axis, Mortarion flipped through the pages quickly. Finally, he found -

"shit.

It was a huge, tumbling pile of shit with tentacles extending out, but it wasn't that that made me vomit in the end, but the stupid voice coming out of it.

Lord of mankind, is it too late for me to convert to you? But I’ve sold my soul to a fly that’s willing to work with shit. Oh my god— shit and a fly are so intimate. What am I?

"

Mortarion felt a little angry and looked back at his wings.

"He is more annoying than government affairs, more smelly than toilets, and more bloated than "Na Gou". Sometimes I hate that I am still alive and have psychic gifts - people should not be tortured by this, I would rather drink from the river in the garden."

"The idiot seems to be overworked recently, which is a good thing. I am already celebrating."

"... Karas, if you take on more work for yourself, I will look down on you."

"Idiot, I have repeatedly emphasized that you should stop trying to talk to me and stop exuding your bright, majestic, kind and warm personality charm - I know you are just greeting me out of your damn healthy and disgusting personality. You can devote this energy to others instead of a poor person who can't die.

Actually - I'm fine, the only problem is that my willpower is all in suppressing myself from vomiting - instead of reporting to you.

If I leave here, I will recover quickly, just like a tuberculosis patient breathing fresh air for the first time - I am now committing suicide under the statue of the Lord of Mankind, can I reunite with Garro? "

"Sometimes I envy the lack of talent of that kid Vorx."

"The Primarch is in a bad state recently, it's time to remind him to stay away from shit."

"How could I think so hard that I mixed with them?"

"Maybe this is why I am doomed to fail, a huge loser."

Motarion slowly closed the book, the Primarch thought it necessary to pay attention to the mental state of his most capable deputy.

Even if he was still very angry.