Chapter 641 89 It Decided to Rebel

Chapter 641 89. It decided to rebel

[Past]

[Temporary Museum outside the Talaxin River]

Talaxin swung its legs on the table and stared straight ahead - it was pitch black at the moment, pure darkness, with some subtle thunder flashing from the clouds.

...

Hmm... Talaxin put his fingers on his head, wondering if it had crossed the line too much, even if it had promised Hades and the Empire, and had also teased a Primarch -

But even if it had fed Hades so much, even the wealthy Talaxin felt that it was a bit overwhelmed.

Apart from the three fragments fed to Hades, Talaxin now had five Star God fragments - it couldn't feed any more. If the Emperor came to ask it for support, it would be finished if it couldn't produce the Star God fragments.

Hmm...

Tarasim pondered and began to search for new details in the thinking engine in his brain. Perhaps it should start to capture the fragments of the Star God again... Maybe Hades needs to eat a few more pieces.

Tarasim's thoughts were in a trance for a moment. It thought that its behavior was a bit wrong, but watching those fragments of the Star God completely disappear in the darkness... completely disappear...The Endless had to admit that throwing the Deceiver fragments had its own little thoughts.

It really hated the Deceiver fragments.

Even if the fragments made it see--

Tarasim suddenly stood up. It was keenly aware that the gravity of the museum was slightly offset, and time seemed to vibrate.

-Orekan?

The Endless immediately stood up, stretched out its hand and waved its weapon. It looked cautiously between the display cases, exploring any slight movement.

"Orekan?!"

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[Now]

[At the bottom of the Himalayas]

"Time is rigorous and perfect - but you are playing with time."

Orekan said, golden light sprinkled on it from above, and the dark gray shell of the Necrons was coated with a layer of shining gold,

+This is not our initiative. +

Orekan closed his eyes, and slowly opened his huge single eye, which seemed to reflect the long river of time,

"But you kept the appointment," it said, "and hope to win."

"Greed."

The astrologer commented, "Absurd, incomprehensible - arrogant."

+You can understand it this way. +

The figure said, +So, alien star master, are you willing to keep the appointment? +

Orekan frowned, He said it wrong, not "control", but "divination" - but he knew what he was talking about - the promise was already included in the question.

Orekan pretended not to understand,

"What are you willing to give."

Orekan asked.

The Lord of Humanity paused briefly. +At present, I can only promise you the Tuchucha Engine. +

A light flashed in Orikan's eyes, and the Necrons' engine began to operate violently. Tuchucha Engine? That is the technology of the Old Saints, completely beyond the understanding of all creatures now, above physics and the subspace, and truly traveling through time.

And the equipment composed of the Tuchucha Engine, Ouroboros, and Plague Heart will be even larger... These apes will not understand their true purpose, they only know that it can dig webways.

No... It's not just that.

Orikan felt his engine begin to hum, and he believed that he was indeed moved. The Tuchucha Engine alone was tempting enough.

The Tuchucha Engine is one of the few technologies that is still intact and has a large-scale change in the past.

If he has the Tuchucha Engine... Orikan knows, "Astrologist"? No, no, no, it will become a "Star Master".

But why did the Lord of Mankind only promise the Tuchucha Engine?

It was silent for a moment, but it also knew the Lord of Mankind's bad reputation.

The Emperor is not a man of integrity. His credit is like the morality of Trazyn. There is no such thing.

"How can you guarantee it?"

Orikan raised his eyebrows, which made his voice malicious. "Respected Excellency, we have all heard some bad rumors..."

+ My friend who runs through time, + The Emperor lowered his eyes and covered the golden light in his eyes. The Space Marines who had been instructed by Him were shuttling between the underground palaces.

+ When you come here, I believe you have made your choice. +

+ ... +

The Emperor knew that Orikan also had his own abilities. The astrologer proposed to meet at this time. At this moment, the stars covering Terra were hazy and the stars were lacking, temporarily avoiding the eyes of the warp.

+ What's more, + The Lord of Mankind slowly raised his eyes and looked into the distance thoughtfully. His eyes penetrated the galaxy, as if he saw the farce of the other side.

+ The galaxy is vast, and our choice is not only you, astrologer. +

Orikan's eyes suddenly widened. Almost intuitively, the astrologer's mind popped up that damn bastard -

Tar - Tarzyn? ! ! !

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[Now]

[Mountain Trap]

"I'll take eight and you'll take two."

Tarasim tried to get his upper body closer to Hades. The Necromancer grinned and made the number two with his hand.

"For the troops that came out, I'll take eight and you'll take two."

Opposite him was Hades with a frown on his face. Hades's black pupils reflected Tarasim's face.

"You're a little too greedy,"

Hades said, "How about this, I'll take six and you'll take four."

Tarasim retreated suddenly and waved his hand, "Impossible! Absolutely impossible!"

The Necron shouted, "Hades! Hades! Just think about how I fed you to stardom and took you to hide in Tibet - this is how you repay your benefactor. ?! The first thing you do when you’re free is the dirt on my head!”

The Endless One wails in an extremely anthropomorphic way, and Hades suspects that it is the skill of a greaser who has stolen from his master, being able to perform a crying scene without any emotion or vocal cords.

"Half and half!"

Hades shouted, "It can't be any less! We'll pay for the bulk of it - we'll pay for the loss of personnel and materials, and you can just talk about it."

"You are a technician!" Trazin shouted, "You don't know how much these two words of talk are worth?! It would be impossible for you to come to this tomb without me. All I paid was intellectual labor and hard work. ah!"

"Half and half!"

Hades also shouted, "No more, I have to work for the people below - Trazin - you have pity on me!"

Beside them, Mortarion silently pushed the small Death Guard who came out to check the situation back into the white mist.

Trazin certainly knows what Hades is thinking - half and half, which means that Hades does not allow the power of the Endless to threaten them, but this is impossible!

On the one hand, Trazin hopes to obtain more and more troops to use as capital against the Silent King - but on the other hand - it, it - still can't let go!

As a Necrontyr, Trazyn does not want the last relics of its kind to be played with and easily thrown into war - it is a collector, and it values ​​all gifts from the past... This is Trazyn. It's selfishness, it doesn't want to see its kindred being wasted easily...

Even its king, the King of Silence, does this, treating existences inferior to it as nothing...

Trazin was silent, it felt unwilling, it wanted to catch more, and also wanted to keep more.

Hades stared at Trazin, and he also knew that for the sake of Trazin helping him in the past, he should be more tolerant - but this matter was not just about Hades, and he could not let it go so easily.

Hades would rather owe Trazin a personal favor - and find a way to make up for it later. He could actively help Trazin find how to retrieve the Necrontyr's soul, but in this case, that's not possible.

The green light of Tarasin shone on Hades's face, and the Endless One stood up,

"I'll give you two - but in exchange, I can provide you with Necrontyr technology."

Trazin said.

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【past】

【Tarrazin Off-River Temporary Museum】

"traitor!!!"

On top of the green-skinned remains and the collapsed dinosaur skeleton, Orikan held down Trazin and shouted angrily,

"See for yourself what you did?!"

The astrologer tilted his head. They had already moved from Exhibition Hall 7 on the Alpha Side to Exhibition Hall 53 on the Delta Side, but the astrologer's direction was clear, that was Hades' showcase.

"how?!"

Trazin shouted, wrestling with Orikan, its energy reserves flashing alarms.

"You have to take care of my collection?!"

Orikan screamed,

"Time! Time has changed!"

The astrologer cried, "It's chaos, it's all chaos!"

"And you -" shouted the Astrologer, "traitor - the real traitor! Who are you serving??!!"

"This is called investment!"

Trazin roared, "Are we still counting on the Silent King?! Ourrican! You and I know it very well - there is no reliable being among the Necrons anymore! In addition to being mentally deficient, he is insane!!! "

"And you-"

Trazin shouted, "You crazy-"

Orrican also shouted,

"traitor!"

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【Now】

[At the bottom of the Himalayas]

Orican's single eye widened, and it looked in disbelief at the team slowly walking in beside the Golden Throne of the Lord of Mankind - at this moment, Orican realized that the Lord of Mankind was really, really trying to win him over. .

+I showed my sincerity. +

The Emperor lowered his eyes, and the black armor of the Dark Angels of the First Legion flashed in his eyes. Luther, the leader, turned towards him solemnly and saluted the Lord of Mankind.

+My warriors,+the Emperor said lightly,+Thank you for your hard work. +

"For Ryan."

Luther lowered his head and surrendered his loyalty. The old man's voice was like an old forest guard in the forest. They had been guarding this dense forest alone for thousands of years.

And he was willing.

They do it willingly.

Then, Luther stood up and turned around, looking at the alien.

The metal shell, the weird Egyptian style, and the glittering green color made Luther feel a sense of disgust from the bottom of his heart, but the old knight restrained this very well - this was a necessary sacrifice.

"The First Legion of Dark Angel Luther," the Dark Angel said solemnly and politely, "The first fallen angel, you can call me the leader of the fallen angels."

Before Ourrican could react, Luther bowed and gave way to the team led by the fallen angels behind him.

The fluorescence reflected on the armor behind them was mysterious and ancient.

Luther raised his head, and the Lord of Mankind nodded. Without saying anything, Luther looked at Ourrican again.

"Next, I will be responsible for your affairs with the empire. Are you willing?"

Luther saw the alien's huge single eye glued to the being behind him, and he showed a huge smile in his heart. A necessary sacrifice. Perhaps the Lion was not happy to see this - but he knew that the Primarch would obey the Lord of Mankind unconditionally.

Ourrican, who had been silent until now, suddenly laughed twice.

"Unbelievable...unbelievable..."

It seemed to be mumbling to itself, and then laughed in a daze,

"It seems that the intelligence of that guy in Trazin is sometimes wrong," Orikan laughed, but then looked at the wrinkled Luther in awe, "It's amazing, it's amazing."

"I'm beginning to understand why Trazin likes to be with humans," Orikan laughed. He opened his hands and bowed towards the position of the Lord of Humanity.

"With such sincerity, the astrologers are willing to embark on a short journey with humans."

Let it think about it...Orican thought, and it felt its logical calculation area trembling. This time it would no longer modify time, it would become the operator beside the spinning thread of time.

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【past】

【Tarrazin Off-River Temporary Museum】

"traitor!"

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【Now】

[Zheshanhao]

"Okay! It's absolutely okay!"

Hades immediately agreed, as if he was afraid that Trazin would regret it, "Don't say two to eight! One to nine is fine!"

"Then one to nine?"

"Ah this...ah hahahaha..."

Trazin smiled and decisively ignored Hades's slap. It felt a sense of relief, but also felt that a greater responsibility would fall on itself.

"Two to eight," the Endless One said, "I will give you the technology you want."

In fact, even without the Infinite, after breaking through the tomb of the Necrons, Hades, who has most of the knowledge of the C'tan, can develop it himself - but the process will be extremely long.

One person made a blueprint of a spaceship? Even Hades couldn't accomplish it easily, it required a lot of energy and time - and the empire obviously didn't set aside time for him.

Hades knew this, not to mention that Malcador would never allow Hades to develop sufficiently extensive technology. He would use wars and official documents to impede Hades's footsteps.

Hades could feel that when he really started to try to implement large-scale technology, the resistance from all over the place... was too targeted.

But what if a factory was established in the Storm Sector... and its employees were all Necron...

Hades looked at Trazin seriously;

"real?"

Trazin was silent for a moment and nodded, "Really."

"But in exchange for numbers," Trazin said, "Different numbers of Necrons are exchanged for one item."

"Okay," Hades said. At this moment, he stopped making jokes. Hades looked at Trazin a little worriedly.

"I mean...did I just turn you on, Trazin?"

Trazin shook his head calmly,

"No."

"Then why-"

Trazin clenched his fists and slowly unclenched them.

"The Silent King is coming back soon," it said, "I need to prepare in advance."

It saw Hades's eyes widen a bit,

"you want--"

"rebel."

Trazin said it felt free and liberated - as it should have said hundreds of thousands of years ago.

"Not only is the King of Silence, but my King is also in charge of my power of life and death - I don't want to succumb to the king anymore, Hades."

The Silent King is not even its direct master, the Hierophant is, with direct control over Trazyn.

Trazin paused, but unfortunately it couldn't "really" taste the wine, otherwise it would have tasted some for itself.

How long has it been since the last time it drank? When it was still the Necrontyr, was it opposite Oerikan? It should be true, Ourrican's wife was there at that time, as well as his daughter.

...Orican's wife and daughter completely lost themselves during the biological transformation ceremony.

It's pointless now, Trazin thought, that you would work with a foreign race in the hope of overthrowing the tyrant over you, but in reality, even if you overthrow it, your race is long dead.

But - but - Trazin thought, why can't it swallow this breath?

Will it continue to exist indifferently, with Rarity waiting uneasily for the return of the Silent King? Then the king of his own dynasty was awakened, and he dragged his heavy footsteps again and continued to obey the orders of the Silent King?

Trazin thought about the afternoon he was dragged toward the execution ground.

Hades smiled.

"Of course you can pursue your freedom."

Hades said.

He knew why Trazin was eager to work with him.