Chapter 152 152, Dukel Ambush the Figure King

The ancient race of Necrons was born billions of years before humans, and their history is so long that it is unimaginable to humans. They were refugees from stellar cosmic rays. Their unstable lives could lead to death at any time, and their race was short-lived and gloomy. At that time, they called themselves - Necrontyr.

The ancient saints who were active among the stars at the same time as them formed a sharp contrast with them.

Powerful power, outstanding wisdom, and immortal life. The ancient saints have everything the Necrontyr dream of, which makes them jealous. So the Three Saints decided to declare war on the ancient saints, and a war called "War in Heaven" began.

Hundreds of generations of Necrontyr were involved in the war, and the situation soon became obvious - the Necrontyr was no match for the ancient saints.

In order to defeat the ancient saints and to obtain eternal life, the Necrontyr abandoned their fragile flesh at the suggestion of the star gods, and replaced them with the eternal form of living metal.

But when the Silent King saw the Star Gods feasting on the life energy that was stripped away, he realized the big mistake he had made - although they finally achieved unity and immortality after long efforts, they also lost their souls forever.

The Necronists no longer existed, and only the mechanical race - the Necrons remained among the stars.

They had no soul and no body. This short-lived race that feared death finally lost their lives completely after countless years of hard work.

All Necrons knew this well.

But the more they lacked something, the more they wanted to prove it.

The Necrons were so stubborn that they imitated the thinking and behavior habits of the Necronists. They attached great importance to the existence of "self" just to regain the feeling of being alive.

Although such a life is just a poor imitation of life.

The same is true for the Infinite Trazyn. His morbid collection behavior came from this.

He occupied the bodies of his own kind as substitutes, and tirelessly transformed these substitutes into the appearance of the original body, as if he was afraid that others would not recognize him - this was also to preserve his self.

They did similar things, all stubbornly proving to the life races in the universe - they have thoughts, they have self, they have life. Not just a metal machine.

For Trazyn, nothing is more important than his collection, which is the anchor of his "self-life".

As long as he is still collecting, as long as he is still pursuing historical value, he is still the fear of death that matches his memory, and his life has not disappeared. If he doesn't do this, he is nothing, just a piece of moving metal.

Trazyn patiently searched for traces left by the Primarch's actions among the stars.

This process was not smooth.

After Dukel and the expeditionary corps gathered, the huge mental power built an airtight mental matrix. This strange force field made it difficult for any existence in the galaxy to track.

Although Trazyn did not know that the Primarch had returned to his corps, he clearly realized the difficulty of tracking.

Even with the power of the Star God fragments, the Endless's tracking was extremely difficult.

Looking for traces from subtle clues among the infinitely vast stars is a task that tests the patience of any life race.

But the Endless did not get tired of it.

On the contrary, he enjoyed it. The action of recovering the collection made his life feel extremely fulfilled.

"For this reason alone, I should thank you."

Traveling among the stars, the Endless sat on the throne at the top of the pyramid and talked to himself, recalling the recent pursuit. During this time, he did not feel bored or empty.

For the Necrons, there is no more precious experience in the universe than this.

"But I will find you eventually. I will calculate your necessary path and wait there to prepare a great gift for you. When we meet, how should I greet you without being rude?"

While calculating the route of the Primarch's movement, Trazyn thought in his heart.

It's just a question worth thinking about. Only by finding a precise ambush time can he be sure to defeat the Primarch. Only by using weapons of appropriate power as a gift for meeting can we ensure that while defeating the Primarch, the looted collections will not be destroyed.

But just as he was thinking about this.

In the subspace,

"Your Highness Dukel, the Fire of the Heart has captured a string of strange space parameters."

The voice of the messenger sounded in the voice channel.

"What, have you found the trace of the Lion King?" The Primarch, who was sitting in the office and calculating the life magnetic field technology, paused and asked hurriedly.

"It is most likely not Your Highness the Lion King, but after discussing it, we still feel it is necessary to report to you, that's it."

The communicator explained the strangeness of this string of space fluctuations to the Primarch in the voice channel.

At first, Dukel did not pay too much attention to it, but with the voice of the communicator, the fighting spirit in his eyes gradually ignited.

There are three main strange things about this fleet:

- This is a fleet that is not large in scale, but not small.

- There is no psychic fluctuation inside this fleet, which means that the owner of the fleet is almost isolated from the subspace.

——This fleet seems to be intentionally tracking the route of the Imperial Fleet and seems to have a deep hatred for the Empire.

Although the detectors of the Imperial Fleet have not yet analyzed who the owner of this fleet is, the combination of these three rare conditions is enough to exclude most of the existence in the galaxy and lock the only target.

So the owner of this fleet is——

"Shadow Sun!" Dukel suddenly showed a look of surprise.

The Tau commander who suddenly appeared to provoke him, insulted him, and ran away without a trace. The Primarch has not suffered such a great grievance since his resurrection. Compared with her, the Lion King is a second choice.

Dukel was worried about finding the other party, but he didn't expect the other party to take the initiative to deliver it to the door.

But think about it, it's right, I was destroyed by the Tau's home planet, it would be strange if she didn't come to fight me.

"Captain, immediately transfer to the real universe node, no need to worry about any threats from the subspace."

"Obey your will, my lord."

With the captain's reply, the huge expedition fleet immediately changed its course and deviated from the original subspace route.

This is undoubtedly a very dangerous move for subspace navigation.

Leaving the warp channel and away from the guidance of the Star Torch, in this vast ocean called the Sea of ​​Souls, the bizarre sea surface suddenly churned up disgusting waves.

Angry vortices stirred the trajectory of the ship, the tsunami of jealousy hit the force field of the giant ship, and the storm of greed gathered together to breed the thunder of desire. In the infinite darkness and infinite depth of the seabed, the terrifying indescribable thing lifted its giant feet that were enough to entangle the world.

Even under the protection of multiple force fields, the expedition fleet was trembling with this terrifying weather, and the deck was shaking. What was even more terrifying was that the mist of lust was spreading, making it impossible for the captain to see the direction ahead.

The seemingly indestructible imperial fleet was about to fall in the mighty power of the Supreme Heaven.

But at such a critical moment, every crew member of this fleet had no despair or panic in their hearts. They even took the initiative to cast their sights on the bizarre warp and the front of the fleet under the protection of the mental force field.

Their eyes were full of longing and expectation, as if they were looking forward to the arrival of a miracle.

And they were not disappointed. A golden light suddenly lit up on the bow, and then it became brighter and brighter.

The glory of the empire carried the will of loyalty and courage, rising unyieldingly on the surface of the sea of ​​souls like a scorching sun.

Duker stepped on the bow with one foot, his body like a long bow, not shying away from the cowardly storm on the sea of ​​souls, and raised the flag of the Eagle of Destiny.

In the reflection of the strong light, the mist of lust was dispelled in an instant, the sea surface calmed down in an instant, and the hidden dark existence let out a painful roar. This light carried an extremely powerful will, piercing all obstacles in front like thousands of swords, and piercing the reality node of the target place,

Boom!

Amid the Primarch's shouts, the ram of the Heartfire carried endless light, and in the roar that seemed real and illusory, it violently smashed the barrier leading to the real universe.

"Shadow Sun, I'm fucking here! - Huh?"

The Primarch was just about to angrily rebuke the Tau commander for his despicable behavior of provoking him, but the next second, he saw a metal skeleton sitting on the throne at the top of the pyramid, staring at him with a pair of dark green eyes.

The two looked at each other across tens of millions of kilometers in space.

Although the metal skeleton was difficult to express his emotions, Dukel still saw surprise, guilt, and helplessness from his actions.

"Necromancer?"

The captain of the Heartfire was also confused after seeing everything here.

At this moment, the deep and dark space was illuminated by the light of the Golden Eagle flag. Whether it was the huge pyramid, the Necromancer on the throne, or the mechanical creations scattered throughout the void, they were all bathed in the glory of the empire, as if they were coated with a layer of gold paint.

"No, who are you?"

Duker came here in high spirits, thinking he could avenge his previous shame, but he unexpectedly ran into a metal dead man head-on, and his tone was full of disappointment.

Why not Shadow Sun?

The Endless One, Trazyn, had not yet finished thinking about the previous questions. He had not even figured out which weapon to use to launch the first attack when ambushing the Primarch, when he saw the endless golden light piercing the blockade of the domain, and the Primarch cursed and crashed directly out of the subspace.

Although he could not see any special emotions from the outside, his CPU had already started to overclock inside.

No, I was still thinking about how to ambush you, why did you jump out by yourself?

And isn't the number of this fleet a bit wrong?

His intelligence was still the Primarch's frigate version.

Even if the Primarch only led a frigate, as well as a demon Primarch, a goddess of life, a mechanical great sage, and a living saint in the encounter, he did not have much confidence to win.

But now.

This fleet of Jhenima is almost filling up the entire galaxy. There are two, two, Glorious Queen-class battleships of the Human Empire!

How can we fight this?

With such a fleet, let alone his substitute, even if the original body comes with all the collections, I am afraid both sides will suffer losses.

Could it be that the Primarch has the same idea as himself and came here to ambush him?

Wait

The Primarch doesn't seem to recognize his identity?

In his crazy thinking, the thinking logic inherited from the Necrontyr finally gave him a strategy to deal with the current situation.

Tarasim sat on the throne, the scepter in his hand emitting fluorescence, and his dark green eyes were full of indifference,

"You don't know me? We are the human fleet, after all. The young race lacks some experience." Trazin said this, his voice was filled with a sense of vicissitudes, as if time could be used by him. weapons,

"I am the astrologer Orikan, a skilled star diviner. Why do you, a young human being, come here suddenly? Do you also want to find out what the trajectory of the stars indicates about your destiny?"

Trazin is well aware of her reputation in the galaxy,

Therefore, he reported the name of his friend with almost no psychological burden.

At the same time, this is also a small revenge against the astrologer. In the past, he wanted to 'get back' the astrology instrument he lent to the other party - even though the astrologer had always belonged to the astrologer.

But so what, as long as the collection he likes belongs to him, the other party is just keeping it 'temporarily'.

But the astrologer refused to return it, which made him very unhappy.

Afterwards, he expressed his dissatisfaction by mailing several Genestealers and Catachan Demons to the Astrologer.

"Astrologer?" Duker's eyes showed a hint of surprise, no wonder he looked familiar.

Although the Necrons were all metal skeletons in his eyes, there was no difference.

But he had heard of the name of the astrologer.

"Then why are you searching for traces of my actions?" But even so, Duker still asked with dangerous eyes.

"This is probably a misunderstanding. I am just measuring the trajectory of the stars. I have no intention of being an enemy of you, human beings, or I have no intention of being an enemy of any existence. For me, time is a weapon, just like any other kind of weapon." Just like a weapon, if there is no interference, I can just wait for the enemy to rot."

The Endless One imitated the tone of the Astrologer and said to the Imperial Primarch.

Duker did not speak when he heard this, but took a deep look.

The Necron has no soul, and naturally has no spiritual energy. Even the Lord of the Mind cannot tell the truth of the words.

The Astrologer is one of the few neutral Necrons who is obsessed only with the study of star paths and divination. Although he sometimes does evil things, in order to prove that his predictions are accurate, he personally plans the fulfillment of the predictions. But for the original body, it is basically harmless.

The most important thing is that the original body has no way to completely kill the opponent. The Necrons are a group of dead people without souls and bodies. The Astrologer will not drop equipment like the Endless One.

A being that possesses great power, is harmless, cannot be killed, and has no benefit. No force would be so stupid as to take the initiative to provoke the other party.

Therefore, for the first time, Duker issued a retreat order to his army.

After seeing that the Primarch was planning to retreat.

The processor of the Endless One, which was running wildly, finally gradually relaxed.

"It seems that if you want to get your collection back, you have to choose a more appropriate time."

The greatest collector in the galaxy said this to himself in his heart.

"Hahahahaha, I'm laughing so hard."

But at this moment, Magnus, who was hung by the original body at his waist, burst into a series of sharp laughter.

"Dukele, you have been fooled. This is not an astrologer. It is clearly the Endless One who smashed the clone museum!" Magnus laughed non-stop, as if he had seen a great joy.

"And you, Trazin, are you here to ask for the collection, but why don't you start a war directly? You courageous thief, do you know what you look like now? You are as cowardly as a bastard now!"

After hearing Magnus's voice, Duker's body, which was about to leave, suddenly froze in place.

Although he had no words, the red flames ignited the void and became the expression of his anger.

The Endless One couldn't stand it anymore. After being exposed, he no longer maintained the image of an astrologer. He stood up from the throne and angrily scolded the demon primarch.

"Magnus! You miserable guy is already in such a miserable state, yet you actually help your enemies expose your former allies! In the past, you killed your brothers, and today you betrayed your past covenant. Throughout the galaxy, I I have never seen anyone as shameless as you!"

"Shit collaborator, an immortal and despicable alien." Magnus seemed to be ignited with anger at this moment, cursing mercilessly,

"You are a despicable being who never fulfills the fairness of covenant transactions. You must try your best to take advantage of every cooperation. Throughout the galaxy, I have never seen anyone as shameless as you!"

It seemed like he was recalling bad memories about the Endless Ones.

Magnus's happiness drained away, and his skin flushed even more with rage.

"It turns out that you are the Endless One, Trazin, whose name I have admired for a long time." Duker calmed down.

"What an unexpected harvest. Could you please explain why we seized a large amount of stolen goods belonging to the empire in your previous mausoleum?

Now I am pursuing you in the name of the empire and ordering you to immediately return the remaining stolen goods you have misappropriated. Those are the sacred and inviolable properties of the empire! "

Duker's rebuke was extremely natural, as if it should be the way it should be, and upright.

"you!"

Let me explain to you #￥%……

Are you still asking me for compensation? ! !

After hearing the words of the original body, Trazin's system reported a series of errors.

Even Magnus looked at his thick-browed brother in surprise.

Just a moment ago they were calling each other shameless.

Unexpectedly, this person was even more of a heavyweight.