Chapter 571: Scene 89: Night at the Museum
Chapter 571 89. Interlude: Night at the Museum
"I am very interested in the Empire." Trazyn said, then he paused, took two steps back, and began to admire the golden sculpture in front of him.
The golden color of the Custodians comes from their masters. Of course, from a more realistic point of view, this is because they generally wear power armor made of shining gold. Each piece is carefully made, completely different from the assembly line products worn by most Astartes.
Trazyn especially loves special things. This love does not come from his profession, but a kind of... regretful recognition.
He wants to preserve the special people, things, and things in the history of other races - these young races. If these races are to become extinct one day, then at least one person in the galaxy will remember them and their entire history.
He and his compatriots will never have such an opportunity again.
They are just a group of dead souls, tracing back to the personalities and memories of the past, arrogantly imitating the appearance of their lives, and thinking that they will create new glory and new epics. But the fact is that the Necrontyr race no longer has any future the moment the bio-transformation technology is completed.
History is the most precious treasure left to future generations, but the Necrontyr is dead, and the Necrons.
Tarasim knows that some of his compatriots want to try to restore their bodies, but he has no hope for this, and he has long accepted his current appearance. He does not miss his body, nor does he like the so-called immortality of the present, he just accepts everything.
That's why he is standing here, talking about the other side's empire to a guard who has not yet been released from the stasis field.
Tarasim shook his head and began to talk.
"But not the empire of your time, Ra. To be honest, your empire of that time seems very boring to me. I have never seen a race as fanatical about colonization as you. Considering your efficiency and reproduction speed, I think it is quite appropriate for some of my compatriots to regard you as a kind of germ."
"You conquer everywhere and wage war everywhere. Anyone who does not obey will be destroyed. It would be fine if you only attack the "aliens" you call, but you don't even spare your own kind. This is really rare in the world. Although we also fight each other, we have to go to court."
He shrugged, let out a happy laugh from the voice machine, then sighed again, and stretched out a finger and shook it at Ra a few times.
"But that great rebellion changed everything, didn't it, Ra Endymion?"
The Undead Overlord paused for a moment and began to recall.
"The dead god is below" he couldn't help but sigh. "I never thought that a race's civil war could reach that point, even the High Heavens all joined the war, and one of them almost became a god in the material world."
"You know? My old friend Orikan looked over there from half the galaxy, and then he spent almost two thousand years on self-examination."
Tarasim laughed happily, he always liked to hear Orikan's angry and incompetent roar. But this happiness soon disappeared, because he remembered why he brought out Ra.
He put his hands behind his back and walked in front of this golden and angry statue with his head down for a while, as if he was thinking, and it was true, Trasim was thinking about a suitable ending.
Although Ra Endymion didn't know his existence, he actually spent precious eight thousand years with the tribune. Even for a space necron overlord, this is not a number that can be ignored casually.
He was about to part with one of the most precious pieces in his collection, and an entire set of scenes would also leave with him.
Thinking of the time he had spent on them and the cruel world they would face after leaving, he could not help but slowly stop, turned his back to La Endymion, and could not help but let out a dull sigh.
"The empire now is no longer the one you are familiar with, Tribune."
"It is like a huge and almost incredibly old machine, and every part must swallow human blood to continue to operate. Inefficiency, feudalism, all non-believers will be executed, extreme conservatism, extreme xenophobia, etc., am I complaining?"
The Overlord of the Dead turned around and couldn't help but smile again: "This is really-"
His voice stopped abruptly, because La Endymion had disappeared.
Tarasim was silent for two seconds, and a storm of emotions swept through his neural pathways, making him almost subconsciously want to call up the security protocol-but he didn't do it after all.
His maintenance technicians and the head of museum security were doing their own work outside. Through the agreement, Trazyn could keep track of their movements at any time.
Based on their usual efficiency, it would take them another eleven centuries to reach the exhibition hall where Trazyn was.
They must not know the real reason for the escape of the exhibits. Trazyn thought. Otherwise, it would be too embarrassing.
He stretched out his right hand, summoned the empathy annihilation rod, then cleared the sounder, spoke again, and allowed the detection system at the same time.
"Tribute of La Endymion, are you still there? I know you can hear my voice. Please listen to me, the exhibition hall you are in is a very complex independent area, and every scene layout inside was restored by me personally for many years."
"I know every detail, such as what kind of cover an Iron Warrior should stay behind, and what kind of anger an Ultramarines should have when facing the Word Bearers."
"I have good intentions for you, this is true, Tribune. I woke you up out of this good intention. Your empire needs you, do you understand? And now, I ask you to please do not destroy these scenes that I have carefully designed. They are made up of more than just your companions."
With almost no warning, a cruel wind whistled from behind him. Trazyn caught it, but he did not choose to dodge, but let the two swords pierce his chest.
He fell to the ground, loosened his right hand, and let the Empathy Annihilation Rod free from the restraints of his fingers.
To be honest, he was really in pain now. Trazyn began to doubt himself every time at this time why he had to keep a complex pain system. Was it just to feel more alive?
While cursing his past stubbornness, he coughed and spit out the green coolant, and then spoke hurriedly.
"You don't have to do this, Tribune."
The Tribune didn't answer, and Trazyn found that his eyes were shining with golden light.
What the hell——?
"Tarazyn the Endless."
The Tribune then spoke calmly, uttering a name that he shouldn't know at all.
The heart of the Undead Overlord sank suddenly. He probably guessed what was going on now, and the huge panic that followed almost made him crash on the spot.
He shouted: "No, no, no! Don't do this, Your Majesty! You have to leave me at least some collection!"
The Tribune took back his sword.
"I don't have this intention." He sheathed the sword and said slowly. "There are many brave people in your exhibition hall who should have died on the spot. Thanks to you, their lives have been continued. Although I don't like what you did, I must admit that you helped them."
Tarazyn held his breath—or temporarily stopped the operation of the reactor—and stood up tremblingly.
Something like coolant gushed out from the wound on his chest that avoided the reactor. He pressed it casually, inserted his fingers into it to block the leaking pipe, and hurriedly continued to speak.
"Thank you, Your Majesty! I really don't know what to say. Your magnanimity really makes me--"
A sword was placed across his neck.
"Don't push it too far." The 'tribune' said. "Your sentence is not over yet."
He strode into the center of the exhibition hall with the sword unsheathed again. Trasin hurriedly followed and began to defend himself. For some reason, he was doing this thing very well now.
"I understand, I understand. I know that what I did is completely blasphemous in your eyes, but, as you said, I saved them."
The 'tribune' gave him a cold glance in return, causing him to stop talking. Trasin resisted the urge to sigh and followed him closely in distress. They began to walk back and did not stop until the Battle of Olympia.
A dark rune slab rose up from under their feet. The tribune waved his sword and tapped the slab with the side, easily bypassing its authority verification and other settings. Tarasim's voice began to echo in the exhibition hall.
Yes, he had set up the tour guide in advance. Of course, the museum must have a tour guide, and considering the size of his museum, the large number of collections, and the long history, the duties of this tour guide can only be performed by himself.
Tarasim took this position with a kind of troubled pride in the past, but now, he wants to go back to the past and beat himself up.
"Ahem - welcome to the Olympia Defense War Exhibition Hall, please start visiting this exhibition hall from left to right, and remember not to touch any of the collections, otherwise you may become one of them."
"Okay, the rules have been explained. Now, I will tell you the ins and outs of this war."
"In the year 048.M31 of the Human Empire calendar, this war broke out on the relatively military-weak Olympia planet. If you have done your homework as I recommended when you came here, then you should know that this planet is the home planet of Perturabo, the Primarch of the Iron Warriors of the Fourth Legion of the Human Empire."
"According to my investigation, he has deep feelings for his hometown, but this does not prevent him from issuing the following orders. Please see the right."
Taraxin cursed himself, and then looked to the right as the voice said. A light green light curtain slowly rose, showing a handwritten document on it.
"He ordered the evacuation of seven of the ten standard camps stationed on Olympia. His order set off a wave of unrest in the local society, and people began to panic, both civilians and noble tyrants."
"They couldn't understand why Perturabo did this. In fact, I think even if they knew, they probably wouldn't understand."
"The defense of Olympia began in such a social environment. The evil creatures in the High Heaven and a group of Astartes called the Alpha Legion came here. Through investigation and some difficult visits, I came to the conclusion."
"Their purpose is actually very simple, just to corrupt Olympia. But why is it corruption, not destruction? The answer lies in the geographical location of Olympia."
A star map rose to the right of the handwritten document, extremely detailed, with Olympia in the center, the surrounding planets marked, and the map itself highlighted.
The green light illuminated the expressionless dark face of Ra Endymion, and also made Trazyn's expressionless metal face look a bit weird.
"It is a planet with a very special geographical location, close to the home planets of many Primarchs, such as Chemos, Chogoris or Baal. I have reason to believe that they want to use this as a base to further encroach on the surrounding galaxies and bring corruption to the home planets of those gene Primarchs. However, judging from the final result, they obviously came to the wrong place."
Tarazyn glanced at the 'tribune' quickly, who sheathed his sword indifferently and said, "Your investigation is very in-depth."
'It's an honor.' Trazyn answered him in a weird voice.
Above their heads, the explanation continued.
"Despite the social unrest and severe lack of military strength, the Olympians were still sharp, and a few of them soon realized that a rebellious tone that was different from the mainstream view was spreading throughout Olympia."
"Finally, the then Supreme Tyrant, Kaliphon, issued an order requiring all city-states to enter a curfew mode. Soldiers began to enter the city with the Iron Warriors, arresting anyone who dared to spread such rebellious ideas and questioning them."
"However, under the instigation of those with ulterior motives and those fallen things, this arrest and questioning immediately caused resistance. People took to the streets and began to demand that the evacuated Iron Warriors and Perturabo come back together."
"They called for their Primarch, hoping that he could return to Olympia to continue to rule here. At the same time , another group of people also began to criticize Perturabo. They believed that the Primarch was simply asking too much for Olympia, and only remembered it when he needed it. At other times, he treated it as nothing. "
"Under such circumstances, a civil war broke out. No one knew why the parades and speeches developed into armed conflicts, but even the Iron Warriors did not realize when the war started."
"The blood of innocent people spilled on the streets, the once peaceful city-state was set on fire, and then the premeditated demons and the Alpha Legion began to attack."
A sad, solemn and gloomy music began to sound, and a light fell from the sky, hitting the Iron Warriors, illuminating their mottled armor and their angry expressions.
Then there were the demons who opposed them, motionless, but still terrifying. The hair and sharp teeth were still entangled with the horror unique to unclean things.
The music began to advance, rising to a climax, becoming shocking, still sad, but becoming extremely passionate, and the drums roared, as if a warrior was hitting the shield with a long sword in his hand.
Trazyn heard his own voice sounding low after that.
"The war lasted for four months. The city-state was burned, the civilization was torn apart by cruel violence, and the Olympians fell under the butcher's knife of demons and traitors."
"The historical sites were used as fortifications, the houses of civilians were destroyed by artillery fire, and the clean and tidy streets were stained with filthy blood. The blue sky became dark, the smoke obscured the sun, and the fighter planes of the human empire fought with the flying demons in it. The whistling of the engine and the roar of the demons intertwined, presenting another concerto for this sad war."
The music stopped abruptly, and the monotonous drumbeat suddenly sounded. A beam of light hit the front of the crowd, illuminating a human woman with a firm face. She had a steel flower pinned on her left ear, and a gun in her hand, and she was fighting the demon army head-on without fear.
"Unfortunately, my guests, when I arrived in Olympia, the war was already coming to an end. The surviving Iron Warriors were protecting the remaining civilians in the ruins, and they were almost out of ammunition and food."
"And the demons are still coming in an endless stream, and the Alpha Legion, one of the instigators, has long disappeared, as if they have achieved their goal. They are angry, sad, desperate, but helpless."
"They don't know that the White Scars' fleet is coming at high speed. The Eagle of Chogoris, Chagatai Khan, learned about this through the prophecy of his legion think tank. They will turn the situation around, but the people on Olympia know nothing about it."
"Everyone who is still able to resist is determined to fight to the end. Among these people, there is also the human woman in front of you. She is the Supreme Tyrant Kaliphon, the daughter of Perturabo. "Mortal Sister"
"She and a remnant of the Iron Warriors protected 129 civilians. In their eyes, these were the last survivors in Olympia."
"And the civilians were no longer afraid or angry. They were ready to perish together with their enemies. There was no fear or regret in their hearts because they all knew the truth behind the order from Kaliphon."
"I have to say, everyone, humans are a race that can always burst out amazing power at the moment of life and death. That's why I saved them."
"Dear visitors, what appears before your eyes at this moment is a unit in the defense of Olympia, and a small microcosm of this war."
The announcement ended, the rune slab slowly returned to the ground, the lights dimmed, and darkness enveloped the exhibition hall again.
Tarasim looked hesitantly at the man standing beside him, who also looked over at the right time, with the light in his eyes still shining.
"I want you to release them." He said.
Tarasim nodded quickly - he had expected this.
"I mean all of them."
". Excuse me, Your Majesty?" The Overlord of the Dead asked in surprise, then quickly stepped back, opened his right hand, and the Empathy Annihilation Rod fell into his hand.
The reactor began to light up with a green light, and he clenched the long rod and growled: "This is impossible! I am an archaeologist, Emperor!"
The 'Tribune' looked at him expressionlessly.
"I respect your professional ethics." He said so.
"Then I'll lower my standards. I only need one thousand Astartes, ten thousand auxiliary troops and about fifty thousand Crusaders. Don't fool me, I know you have a lot of backups. This exhibition hall doesn't store all your exhibits. Take them back to the vicinity of Sosa, and move quickly, do you understand?"
"I-this-" Trazyn actually felt a dry mouth.
"Otherwise, your museum will be burned today." The 'Tribune' said so.
The long sword in his hand began to become hot.
"If you agree to this proposal, I will allow you to continue to keep others and continue to turn a blind eye to your future behavior. You can continue to shine in your profession, invest passion, and save those who were originally destined to die"
"Remember, I'm talking about people who are destined to die. There are some things you'd better not do, and take the time to send back those you took away."
"You're just a robber!" Trazyn shouted. "I've never seen such an unreasonable bastard like you!"
The 'Tribune' laughed.
He sheathed his sword, walked into the depths of the exhibition hall with his hands behind his back, but his voice still echoed in Trazyn's ears: "Same here, Endless One."