Chapter 566 84 Dark Expedition (Fourteen, Silver Skull Chapter Leader)

Chapter 566 84. Dark Crusade (Fourteen, Silver Skull Chapter Leader)

Today, Sosa's space station Aegida welcomed a special guest. He was tall and gleaming like a silver statue, with eyes as bright as melting emeralds.

There is no doubt that he is not any kind of human in this galaxy, not even a subspecies. No matter from which angle you look at it, the shape of his skull is far from the Empire's review standards.

Moreover, he did not arrive at Aegida in a normal way. This defense facility, which was built as an outpost during the Great Crusade, has been updated with its internal equipment many times, but it still failed to notice when the tall silver skull boarded it.

The instruments, alarms, and all the pre-set procedures failed to work. It and the people on it knew nothing about it.

And Trazyn was very satisfied with this.

He came here to do something, which could be small or big, depending on what happened here in the next few hours.

If his good friend Orikan's skills had not deteriorated, then in about twenty minutes, Trazyn would be able to give a definition of this matter.

Good, bad, big, small. In any case, the matter itself must have a conclusion.

Just like the definition he gave to the human race: small, stupid, naive, brave, wise - and most importantly, extremely lucky and unlucky.

In such a galaxy where the so-called gods can easily reach into the material world, they can actually have two gods.

Every time Trazyn thought of this, he would have an urge to laugh, just like now. He took a lot of effort to exclude this weird sense of humor that did not belong to him.

Trazyn walked with the same expression - this was another joke - his hard metal joints flashed mysteriously, and he was ready for what was about to happen.

Traveling without servants, spending time to transform a clone, and most importantly: asking his friend Orikan for multiple confirmations of the authenticity of this matter.

It took him six centuries to complete the last condition.

He had no choice. His good friend was a very stubborn, very stupid and very annoying bastard, but such a bastard happened to have extraordinary attainments in astrology.

In order to get his help, Trazyn even had to ask for help from several ancient overlords. They didn't look at him well, probably because they were disturbed, but Trazyn didn't care about that.

From the moment Orikan revealed the news to him, Trazyn was determined to find out the truth of this matter.

For it, he could spend two centuries trying to please Orikan, another two centuries threatening Orikan, and then the last two centuries chasing Orikan all over the galaxy.

In the end, he succeeded.

The almost crazy astrologer revealed all the details of the matter, no longer concealed, and then roared with boredom at him to get out.

Trazyn did so respectfully and gratefully, and left a little gift for his friend as usual before leaving the secret tomb.

Of course, this was no longer something he needed to worry about. Whether Orikan was dead or alive was no longer relevant to him.

Now, the great Endless, the overlord of the Solomus Dynasty, and the owner of the Prism Exhibition Hall, the famous archaeologist Trazyn was about to complete the most important archaeological survey of his life.

Of course, it might not be archaeology. After all, only taking things from the dead was called archaeology. So, let's call this operation an investigation for the time being.

He walked into the darkness with concentration, then this corner, that corner, and the next corner. The space station map marked on the visual sensor unit showed everything he needed on it, as well as some flashing red dots.

Well, actually, not some, but a lot.

They almost filled the entire space station and were fighting with other white dots. In addition, there was a black dot of light outside the space station that was approaching at a slow speed. Its approximate speed and arrival time were marked next to it.

Trazyn glanced at the string of numbers and then calculated it again a full fifty times to be safe.

In the end, he came to the conclusion: fifteen minutes.

Oh, what a coincidence. Trazyn thought.

He was not a superstitious person, but the discipline designed by the foresighted Mortarion was not superstitious.

Numerology, it sounds unreliable, but it reveals some of the truths hidden in this dark galaxy in a subtle way beyond human imagination.

If I had a chance to meet him, I would learn more. Trazyn thought with regret.

But this regret soon disappeared, because one of his memory storage units that had just floated up due to the triggering of keywords told him that if Mortarion really saw him, he would probably chase him and beat him.

Why is that? The Endless asked himself in confusion, and then got another floating memory storage unit: Because you took away one of his sons.

One?

The third floating memory storage unit said: No, it's a team.

Trazyn immediately took a breath: Oh, I'm on it myself, I'm really capable.

He paused in silence, and magically took out a pipe from behind the metal skeleton body. It was very long, but also very simple.

This is a rare collection he took from his gallery, dating back to the Necrontyr era. If Trazin could still smoke, he would probably keep it and use it with those precious reappearances.

But he no longer deserves a pipe, he is not qualified. Therefore, he brought it here with the intention of giving it away as a gift later.

He walked out of the darkness into a bright corridor. Many observation windows separated by metal reflected the scene outside the window on the silver wall on the right. Trazin turned a blind eye to the twinkling stars and just walked forward.

His specially enhanced auditory sensing unit had captured certain sounds coming from behind a heavy metal door at the end of the corridor. Trazin listened intently for a while as he walked.

He heard roars, screams, curses, and the sounds of various human weapons.

He suddenly became interested in this, and while rewriting the coding protocol of the door, he secretly decided that he could write a survey on the galactic race after returning, and the entry point could be sound for the time being.

What a novel angle to start with. The roars of the orcs, the cries of the humans, the muffled sounds of the Eldar, and the voices of the noseless blue men.

Uh, what are they called?

Trazin could not continue thinking because he had already reached the door. It immediately opened spontaneously, and instead of rejecting Trazin because he was an alien species officially recognized by humans, it welcomed him in with a bit of overzealous enthusiasm.

Its set of rotating gears creaked in the wall, and Trazin felt a rare desire for destruction. He didn't waste it, turning it around and using it on a group of Astartes.

These giants, clad in grim ceramite, are slaughtering their own kind, and even laughing about it, appearing to take great pleasure in doing so. Some people went a step further and started torturing them on the spot, skinning and cutting their faces, and removing their bones and flesh. It was extremely cruel.

Moreover, it is unnecessarily cruel, because their torture essentially only arouses greater anger in the enemy.

Trazin shook his head, coughed, and spoke in the loudest voice his body could muster.

"I said, everyone, stop it."

His voice echoed in the battlefield like a supernova explosion, strangely pausing the battlefield filled with bloody murders. At this moment, everyone looked towards him.

And that's exactly what Trazin wanted.

"Thank you, thank you," he said very politely, and was met with a flurry of fire.

Whether it was the Astartes who called themselves the Emperor's Scythe or these strange creatures that appeared from nowhere, they all fired at him in unison.

The tinkling sound continued, and Trazin sighed, backed away from the shock of the bomb, and then mobilized the sound unit again.

"I know that my arrival is very presumptuous, you warriors who hate aliens, but I come here with friendly intentions - and, with all due respect, your weapons are useless to me."

"Alien scum!"

An Emperor's Scythe roared towards him, and the poorly designed plasma pistol in his hand made a low buzz and fired a stream of blue heat. Dangerous, precise, and deadly.

Trazin turned it into a stream of raw energy with a wave of his hand.

Then, he raised his left hand and used the simple area block manipulation protocol installed in his fingers to freeze the warrior in place. A flash of white light flashed, and his running posture and face full of murderous intent immediately became very interesting.

Trazin estimated that if he continued like this, it would take him about four hundred human standard years to get from his current location to Trazin's current location.

If this battle were to end here, and Trazin had to leave now, he would probably come back to find this warrior in four hundred years and talk to him about the past.

But he has no such leisure now.

The Infinite stretched out his left hand and summoned his Staff of Empathic Annihilation in the form of molecular reorganization through the Summoning Protocol.

This scepter can kill a being and at the same time erase the creatures around him who have the same idea as him. Of course, using it in this situation is not the best choice.

Trazin was self-aware. He knew that the two parties currently fighting probably wanted to kill him first and then each other.

Oh, so stupid.

"First of all, the term alien scum is inappropriate. At least in my opinion, it is inappropriate to use it on me."

Trazin said politely, he was so elegant, but the sound blasted out very violently. Through precise calculation and simple vibration, this sentence became the killing of a dozen giants wearing gloomy ceramic steel on the spot. .

Trazin originally wanted to continue talking, but found that several more Emperor's Scythes were rushing towards him. So he immediately lifted the area block manipulation protocol, freeing the man who shot him from the chaos of the time flow.

The Endless raised his scepter and politely used it to block an incoming sword light, and then knocked the attacker to the ground with his backhand. He held back his strength and was very careful, but his enemies didn't appreciate it and they immediately surrounded him.

Trazin said in a normal voice: "I have no intention of being an enemy of you, can't you see that?"

He got some other curses, and attacks.

Tarasim flicked his right middle finger, a blue light flashed, and several tough tentacles gushed out from the tip of his finger, binding the warriors tightly, making them unable to move, and the weapons in their hands fell to the ground.

The Endless finally couldn't help sighing.

"Why are you always like this? Although humans are short-lived, they shouldn't be so impatient, not to mention that you are not Robert Guilliman's sons? You should be calm and rational, abide by discipline, and unite everything."

"We have nothing to say to abominable aliens like you!" A Scythe of the Emperor tied by him roared.

"Well, is that so? How about this?" Tarasim asked.

He deliberately prolonged the last word of this sentence, and this violent sound wave became a source of terror that could destroy everything, hitting those gloomy Astartes, knocking them to the ground, in pain, and losing the ability to move.

While Trazyn continued to control the situation, he turned his head and hips, and danced gracefully in the center of the battlefield like a dancer. He rarely did this, and he didn't like dancing, but he had to pursue efficiency now.

Half a minute later, under his deliberate control, all the giants wearing gloomy armor in the area fell to their knees. Some were dead, and some were seriously injured.

The Emperor's Scythes looked at him vigilantly but shocked.

Trazyn ignored them, just turned his head to look at the man who yelled at him, and asked, "What now?"

He got a silence.

Trazyn laughed as expected, retracted his tentacles, put on an unguarded state, and then walked to the other group of forces in the field.

He grabbed one of them, pulled off the latter's helmet, and looked at him carefully with his burning green eyes. Ten seconds later, there was a muffled click in his body.

"Oh--!" He suddenly shouted in shock. "Orikan, you didn't say that!"

"You damned metal lump!" The giant he caught cursed viciously, coughing up blood, but still said it. "The Night Lords will tear you apart!"

Tarasim threw him down, turned around, and raised his hands to the Emperor's Scythes that had gathered around him. The scepter he regarded as a treasure fell to the ground, turned into a molecular state and returned to where it came from.

He raised his hand and said very quickly: "First, I hope you can handcuff me to prove that I have nothing to do with this matter. Secondly, I hope you will send troops to the surface of your planet immediately."

"You have no right to speak!" Someone roared.

Tarasim shrugged and put down his hand. The black spot on the visual sensor unit was getting closer and closer. He thought to himself, in a while, you beg me to speak, I won't speak.

Unless he allows it.