Chapter 507 Rebirth From the Ashes: Friends

Every time he comes here, Vito agrees more and more with the name, the Endless Museum. Trazyn didn't brag about it. This place really deserves the name of Endless.

The display cases, exhibition halls and open shelves are arranged towards the dark horizon, turning into tiny shadows at the end of the fog. No matter how big they are, they are as small as ants there, not because they are so small, but because the distance is too far.

The entire museum seems to be infinitely wide, infinitely high and infinitely long. The occasional high walls are only used to distinguish different exhibition areas. In between, there is an endless plain of display cases.

Vito looked at Trazyn's collections sliding on both sides. Warriors from various races were wearing full sets of armor from their respective camps, holding the most representative weapons and stored in static positions. They were all alive. Vito saw those eyes with spirits.

Trazyn didn't like "traditional specimens". He preferred more vivid and creative exhibits, and everything here implemented his collection criteria.

Vito looked at the things around him. Every time he came here, he would find something new. At first, he would ask Trazyn if it was a new collection, but later he gradually gave up because he found that he would never be able to see all the corners of this museum.

He looked behind him. Guilliman followed behind him. He tried to keep his expression calm, but his eyes still revealed shock. He looked around and looked at every amazing exhibit here.

Vito could understand his shock. After all, there was probably no museum in the universe that was larger and more complete than this one. No one could surpass Trazyn in this regard. There was no one before, and there would be no one in the future.

Vito looked at a dreadnought mecha on the side. It was a dreadnought of the Chaos camp, with the Chaos eight-pointed star engraved on it, and around him were Iron Hand Space Marines holding chainswords, bolt guns or other heavy weapons.

They were fighting on a specially built display case floor. The Dreadnought mech lifted a soldier high up, aiming the flamethrower in his hand at the others below, while the soldier he lifted up raised the plasma with his steel arms and aimed at the Dreadnought's coffin.

Plasma was shot out from the muzzle and solidified just before it hit the Dreadnought's coffin. The flames were still burning in the air, and their expressions remained the same as when they were firing.

It seemed that Trazyn collected them at the moment when the plasma hit the Dreadnought, put them in a static position, and solidified this moment forever for him or his guests to watch.

But this was not the key to Vito's attention to them. There were too many similar things in Trazyn. He noticed the name of the battlefield marked in floating font under the display case.

"Battle of the Great Rift - Battle of Holmes, it seems that you have a lot of collections recently." "Hahaha, I have to thank you and Abaddon for this. You have provided me with a lot of wonderful historical moments to choose suitable collections, and even replace some that I am not satisfied with."

Tarasim's face flickered with laughter. He walked between the diamond-shaped countertops and the static display cabinets. Vito smiled at the new exhibits around him, "It seems that you have collected a lot of new things, so much that you have to open a special area to store them."

"Indeed, I have gained a lot recently and got a lot of gratifying things. Look, that's the God's Court." Tarasim said, raising his hand and pointing to an independent area in the distance that was cut off by a high wall. The interior was shrouded in hazy darkness, but the outlines of many display cabinets could be vaguely seen.

Vito looked over and raised his eyebrows slightly. "The Court of Gods? What's on display inside?" "Gods, and demigods, as the name suggests." "It seems that you have finally got into high-end collections. What's inside? You packed Khorne and his throne in? And then put it next to the Emperor."

Tarasim smiled, turned his head and looked straight ahead, "There is only one thing inside. I got the collection from Fabius. It cost me a lot, but it's definitely worth it."

"What is it?" "Maybe I'll tell you in the future, but not now. This is not the purpose of your coming here, right? You came here for it."

Tarasim stopped in an exhibition hall surrounded by circular walls. Here, a circle of creations were also placed in a circle. Most of them were very small, just like fragile works of art suspended in the stand.

Vito followed in. He approached Tarasinn and stopped when he passed a suspended Rubik's Cube. He frowned and looked at the picture carefully.

It showed several Black Legion Terminators and Eldar fighting. They seemed to be fighting for something in a wreck. He stared at the lifelike eyes of the Terminator and felt the vitality from them. He was still alive. I mean, alive in the Rubik's Cube.

"Ah, that's an interesting little toy. You know, I like your human movies, but unfortunately, my people have long lost the ability to create art." Trazyn said, his face flickering.

"But our dear friend, Abaddon gave me an interesting scene. Every time it starts, there will be small or big changes, but this is not what you need to care about, my friends, you care about it."

After Guilliman also came up, Trazin took out a diamond-shaped object from a stationary position. Yes, one. It looked like a key, but it was not. It had no handle. Nor can it be held in the hand.

It was an ever-changing polymorphic structure. The body shape was as unpredictable as water, constantly collapsing and turning into a jumping ionic state, and then quickly reforming again.

With Trazin's sudden grip, the thing stabilized, and the molecular form solidified into an inverted triangle. His eyes flashed quickly, and a stream of light shot from between his fingers into the tilted triangle. There was a flash of light on the surface of the object, and Trazin walked over holding it.

The thing was suspended in the palm of Trazin's hand, constantly rotating on its own, "What you are looking for is it, the master key. As long as you get the right instructions, it can change into any form and open any creation of our family. Naturally, you can also close the Black Stone Obelisk.”

As he spoke, he came to Vito and handed the thing to Vito. The latter looked at the thing and tilted his head and smiled bitterly, "Are you sure? It's best if the operation is not too complicated. You know I am very familiar with the program." Don’t know anything about it.”

"I know you are a technical idiot, but don't you have Helen to help you? She will take care of it. I have already written the relevant program into it, I just need to activate it."

Trazin said, letting Vito take the Rubik's Cube from his hand, and did not forget to add, "What can you do without her, my dear old Vito." "Shut up, you iron bastard. "

Vito took the Rubik's Cube and turned around to show it to Guilliman with a smile on his face. "Look, what did I say? Trazin can always help. If you need anything in the future, you can come to me." Him, right? Old Tower."

Trazin laughed, his eyes twinkling, "Of course, I would be happy to make friends with the Prince Regent, and I would be happy to lend many of my collections."

Guilliman did not smile like Vito. He had a straight face and frowned as he stared at Trazin, "Why are you helping us? If I remember correctly, the ultimate goal of the Necrons is to eliminate all life forms. Occupying the entire universe, why do you want to help us?"

Guilliman's words immediately chilled the scene. Vito looked at him and sighed helplessly, with one hand on his hip, "Can't you just say something nice?" "It doesn't matter, that's a good question, and I'm happy to answer it."

Trazin said, putting his hand on Vitor's shoulder, then looked up at Guilliman, who spread out one of his hands, "Tell me, what did you see?"

Guilliman frowned and looked carefully, "Necrons." "Then what?" "What tricks are you playing?" "What you saw was a soulless body of steel, just like you. Same as seen in the lobby.”

"You look different from them." "I'm glad you found that out. Yes, I'm different from them, but there aren't many people like me left, only a handful."

Trazin lamented that it always felt strange for an undead to lament, "In countless iterations of programs and in the storm of formatting, my people have long since become mindless. The shells, even the ones that can think, are left with a hatred of life and everything they represent, forgetting who we were and what civilization was like.”

"Art, culture, music, etc. have all been forgotten, and all that is left is pure cold programming. Can you imagine the scene after these guys conquer the universe? That is 0, 0 that will never change."

"And what I want is a living universe, a universe that brings change, curiosity and transformation. It has been like this from the beginning and has never changed. This is why I collect these things and save them from destruction. "

"Actually, I like you, humans, you're interesting, and I'd like you to be alive if I could, so yes, I'll help you for the sake of my career."

Trazin said, and Guilliman frowned, "And you plan to betray your people? You help us and become friends with the beings. In this way, to your people, don't you become Enemy?"

"Haha, maybe within each race, there are some unique guys, guys who are called traitors." Trazin smiled, and suddenly, the voice no longer seemed so weird.

He patted Vito on the shoulder and smiled at him. Guilliman watched them ponder, while Trazin raised her head and looked at him, "And from another perspective, from the perspective of the Necrons, "We are not friends with Chaos, and we don't want those guys to take over our galaxy, so I will help you, can you understand?"

Trazin said, walked up and stretched out one of his steel hands. Guilliman looked at that hand, and then looked at Vitor who was smiling and nodding. He was silent for a moment, and then he raised his head and looked at Tara. Xin's eyes then grasped the palm of steel.

"Robert Guilliman, son of Konor." "Tarrazin the Endless, I forgot my father's name." "It just so happened that I forgot it too. Speaking of which, it seems that Eldarad also forgot, Otherwise, we are organizing an alliance of those who forget their fathers?"

Vito laughed, Trazin also laughed with the weird syllables, and Robert watched them gradually smile and laugh heartily.

He hadn't laughed so loudly in a long time, with an alien, an old immortal.

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