Chapter 130 The End of the Era: The Last Shadow Moon Wolf

The tomb world Solum Ino is located in an unknown corner of the galaxy that no one will notice, but there is no need to worry about this, because this is intentional, and the owner here does not like to be exposed to people's view. Under, I mean, under any kind of view.

This is the cold and lonely world of the Necrons, but this planet is different from other masters of the Necrons, because this is the country of the "Endless One" Trazin, a country of knowledge.

On the planet of Solemuino, there is a huge museum. The museum protected by the dimensional position is located between the real universe and subspace, in a secondary plane created by the powerful technology of the Necron. middle.

This makes the museum invisible to the outside world, impossible to touch, let alone enter, unless you get an invitation from Trazin. Trust me, Trazin likes to invite people into the museum, although it is usually as an exhibit.

In Trazin's endless museum, there are countless treasures, artworks, technological creations, magnificent creations and miraculous scenes from the past and present of the galaxy.

The latter is not just a descriptor, Trazin is keen on using the Necron's phase converter to imitate huge and huge scenes, and can even uproot entire mountains from the ground.

He is also keen on bringing warriors, species and members of various civilizations, "inviting" them here, and putting them into static positions to present countless historical scenes, some of which are restored one to one, even the parties involved are without exception. , and some are imitations, although the similarity is almost infinitely close to the real thing.

In the long black corridors and exhibition halls, legendary creations are suspended above cubes, and they are lined up along the never-ending, borderless museum.

But suddenly, everything began to collapse from somewhere. Many collections fell from the display stand and fell to the ground. Some were even torn apart, collapsed and shattered beyond repair.

An iron foot stood in front of the broken creation. Trazin picked it up and looked at the thing and lamented with regret, "Ah, what a pity."

He said sadly that this crystal is known as the "Light of Valstar". Legend has it that this crystal is a legacy belonging to the ancient Eldar civilization. Many, many centuries ago, Trazin came from a group of Eldar explorers. I "borrowed" this creation in my hand.

Legend has it that this crystal was formed from Isa's tears, and is the purest form of Isa's tears. There are even rumors that it contains Isa's soul fragments.

But Trazin never found it, and now the crystal has been broken. If the fragment of Isa's soul is inside, then she is now free and can go to be happy somewhere in the galaxy.

Trazin raised his head and looked at his devastated museum. Many exhibits were broken, and even the stationary viewing platform was damaged, causing the exhibits to run out.

It took Trazin some effort to capture them all, or destroy them. You know, letting a bunch of Tyranids run around in the museum is not a wise option.

Trazin had some unique ideas, so he released a battle nun who came from the Age of Punishment. He promised this outstanding female warrior that as long as she could kill the Tyranids, then Tara Xin would return him to his Emperor's spokesman, Bishop Vandire.

Trazin was a man of his word, and he did so, placing the Battle Sister in a still position in front of the famous "Vandir Beheading Scene", allowing her to witness the beheading of her agent.

He looked at the scenic spot and the shocked expression on the nun's face, which was frozen in that moment forever.

Trazin's eyes flashed. He raised his palm and projected a half-length image of a person on it. He looked at the green light and shadow figure and smiled strangely.

"Hello, Vito, I didn't expect you to contact me so soon. Have you succeeded?" "No, not yet, but I have something else to ask you for."

As Vito spoke, he suddenly turned his head and looked aside. Trazin also looked over. Several underworld scarabs pulled a boulder and flew away. That thing was also one of the exhibits, but it was obviously not where he should be. This is true of places and many things.

Vito raised his eyebrows and looked at the messy museum in Trazin. Many of the display obelisks here were damaged. The Endless One's precious collections were scattered everywhere, and many of them were seriously damaged beyond repair. It was like being under some kind of attack.

"Have the people you plagiarized your "collection" finally found your hometown?" Vito suggested the most likely reason after pondering for a moment, while Trazin sighed helplessly and shook his head, "No, not really, if that's the case. On the contrary, it’s okay.”

The Endless One walked to the big bell. The golden and bronze bell was suspended in a static position. The static position that was usually used to imprison and control living creatures now restrained a lonely big bell.

The body is engraved and imprinted with countless exquisite patterns. Those patterns and carvings are gorgeous and amazing. Countless holy patterns and prayer poems surround the bell body.

The creations that belonged to the empire now looked out of place under the support of the undead creations. The green dim fluorescent light shone on them, reflecting the outlines of those holy things that looked so weird.

Trazin stroked the surface of the big clock. Obviously, being stationary would not have any effect on him. He could still reach out across the boundary of the position to touch, touch and move the big clock.

"It was the loss it caused, the "Bell of St. Gerstad", a collection I brought back from an Imperial State Church world. I saved it from the war between Chaos and humanity, but it has given me so much today. Loss."

Trazin said resentfully, and lightly hit the bell body with a fist, "I really want to throw it into the stars, but I think you might be able to give me the answer. Old friend, you know, you are better than me." Learn more about your miracles.”

"First of all, Trazin, I am not a member of the state religion and I can't explain theology to you. If you want to understand, find one yourself." Vito said coldly in his hand, and Trazin laughed. Laughter rang out as his eyes twinkled.

"Indeed, I will find one at the right time, but I still believe that you know all this better than me." Trazin said, staring at the big clock.

"This bell has remained silent in the past, but suddenly it rang thirteen times today. Each one can stir up the powerful power of Kia space. Unfortunately, many of my exhibits were destroyed because of this, and there are many more. additional losses.”

"I want to know why, Vito, I'm very curious about this." Trazin said, touching the pattern on the big clock with his iron fingers, crossing over the rose patterns, and outlining them with the front end of his finger. With the skull symbol.

Trazin liked these things. Although this thing caused huge losses, it was precisely because Trazin did not understand this thing. The sense of unknown, mystery and desire to explore and seek knowledge made him more and more helpless and aroused his inner feelings. It comes from the last emotional part when he still had flesh and blood before his transformation.

His thirst for endless exploration of treasures and knowledge, and Vito gave him a simple, clear and short answer.

"That old bastard is giving a warning. I dare say similar bells are ringing in many imperial worlds." Vito said, Trazin lowered his head, and the mechanical head turned like a human, but not like a human.

It is human-like because of its expression and feeling, not human-like because of its rigid feeling and its purely mechanical face that does not show any change in expression.

"Warning?" "Yes, warning."

Vito looked at the big bell and crossed his arms, "That old fool will ring these big bells when the empire is in crisis, and issue a warning in a weird "oracle" way, and then the entire empire will start to move. , mobilize, deploy troops and prevent defensive support to deal with the invasion."

"It's really interesting. It's like a galaxy-wide alarm system. Although the Emperor's physical body has been destroyed, it's surprising that his spiritual power is so powerful."

Trazin's eyes blinked, but he was still a little confused, "But why thirteen times? I'm confused." "Then you have to ask that old fool, who always likes to toss such meaningless things. What nonsense, what kind of miracles, dreams, prophecies, etc., they make people guess riddles every day but they can’t directly tell you where to go, what to do, and what to do.”

The Necromancer overlord smiled and retracted his hand from his position, "What kind of disaster made him warn like this? My friend, what kind of fear is coming to the galaxy?"

"That's why I came to you, Traazin, to do me a favor," Vito said, and Trazin began to walk along the halls of his museum.

He walked between the black stone steps and the exhibits. His eyes scanned these cultural relics and examined their beauty. "What are you doing?"

"Abaddon is attacking Cadia. This time he has brought the whole family together. This time he is serious about it." "Then you need me to help the empire defeat Chaos?" "I need you to go and help. The Empire defends the obelisk.”

Trazin paused in front of a helmet, a Great Crusade model Space Marine helmet with a Roman numeral, XI, painted in black and gold.

"Abaddon discovered the secret of the Obelisk?" "I think so, Trazin, he successfully activated and used the Blackstone Fortress. I just destroyed the reactor of the Eternal Will. I believe Abaddon already knows it. The secrets of your technology, especially the Obelisk’s.”

Without Vito saying anything, Trazin knew the seriousness of the matter.

If the little warmaster of Chaos knows that secret, then he may only think about one problem now, seize Cadia, close or reverse the restraining function of the obelisk to further tear apart the Eye of Terror, and let it swallow the entire galaxy. .

Well, now Trazin also knows the seriousness of the situation, and has to marvel at Abaddon's learning speed.

"It's amazing, my friend, that only two or three centuries have passed since the Gothic War, but Abaddon has already known our technological skills, which is worthy of praise."

"Abaddon has many talents under his command, including the Dark Mechanicus, the Iron Warriors, etc. I am not surprised by this. After all, Guilliman also figured out the operation of the "Sosa Beacon" device during the Great Rebellion. Then Abaddon Of course they can."

Vito's eyes dimmed as he looked at the helmet. Countless memories flashed past him. Vito closed his eyes and let out a long sigh.

"What do you need me for? Vito." Trazin said directly, as if to change the subject. Vito knew why he did it, but he did it and left those painful memories behind.

"I need you to go to Cadia, help the people of the Mechanicus control the obelisk, and then cause some trouble for Abaddon." Vito said, he was suspended in the hands of Trazin, and walked with him through the long infinity Museum corridor.

A huge Eldar Ghost Knight stood to one side, and the tall Eldar Titan towered into the sky, its figure almost shrouded in the green smoke caused by the museum lights.

On the other side was another Imperial Warlord-class Titan, the two Titans were placed opposite each other, and each other's huge cannons were raised high to form a unique arch across the head of Trazyn.

The Endless walked under the arch and walked in a long exhibition hall of warriors of various races. Warriors of the Empire, Greenskins, Tyranids, Chaos and Eldar were imprisoned and bound here.

"My friend, of course I am willing to help you, but what can I get? I need to spend a lot of energy, time and risk, and even let the warmaster take revenge on me."

Tarasim said as he walked, his footsteps accompanied by the huge crown on his back, "I will pay a lot of losses, and what can I get?"

Vito smiled and looked at the "collections" on both sides of the Tarasinn Museum.

"First, you can witness an epic battle and get some new collections from it to make up for the losses caused by that stupid bell ringing."

"Second, you don't want Chaos to push the empire to mess with Abaddon, right? Then your treasure hunt will encounter a lot of troubles, and many precious cultural relics will be destroyed by Chaos's trampling. As a "collector", you don't want to see that scene."

"Third, I'll do you a favor and pay you back in the future."

Tarasim stopped, he laughed, turned his head and looked at the several Salamander Space Marines beside him. They were placed in a static position, and there was another female inquisitor beside them.

Vito stared at the woman for a moment, and then his surprised expression was quickly suppressed. "Greyfax is here with you? I thought she was dead."

"For the Empire, yes, but that's not absolute, but I think if she returns to the Empire, it will bring many surprises."

Tarasim smiled and said, "I will take her, and there are many collections. I think Abaddon will like these surprises very much."

"Thank you, my old friend." Vito said with a smile, and Trasim also laughed in that weird tone, "You're welcome, my friend, your suggestion is a win-win situation."

Tarasim touched Greyfax's finger and jokingly looked at the murderous female judge. Fortunately, she was locked up by herself, otherwise she would have taken off her head by now.

"Honestly, a demonic judge is murderous to me, an alien, and your real alien judge is mixed with me, and even demons, your organization is really..."

"Inherited the "innovation" spirit of me and the founders?"

Vito and Trazyn laughed, their laughter echoed throughout the museum, and the cold and quiet museum continued to spread their voices farther and farther, as if to reach the end of the world.

"As you wish, my friend, I will go to Cadia soon, and what about you? What are you going to do?" Trazyn asked, looking at Vito in his hand, and the latter shrugged slightly.

"Repair my ship, replenish supplies, and then enter the warp to complete the prophecy of Eldarad and that stupid charlatan."

Tarasim's mechanical laughter once again accompanied his eyes flashing, "Then I wish you good luck, my friend, see you next time." "See you next time, Trasim."

Vito's image disappeared, and the Endless put down his palm and looked at a warrior on the other side, a tall warrior in golden armor, as people in the mortal world usually call them.

The Guards.

"Don't worry, Shield Captain, you will soon be able to serve your Emperor again, after thousands of years." Trasim said with a smile, and then walked forward.

He walked past a separate display stand, and he looked at the white-armored warrior sitting there. There was a shining Emperor's Eye crystal on his chest, and the roaring gray wolf symbol was depicted on his shoulder armor.

Trazyn looked at the man with short blond hair, staring at him in silence for a moment, "Not yet, Captain, not yet."

Trazin walked away, he walked past a group of green-skinned orcs and disappeared in the long museum, leaving only him still sleeping in the museum.

He, the last Moon Wolf, is here.