Warhammer: I live under the watchful eyes of the gods

Chapter 247 The Deal with Traasin

"Interesting, let's hear it. It's been a long time since I last saw that guy. I haven't met someone worth trading."

The projection of Traasin, while looking at Abadan and Loken whose anger value is rising constantly as if looking at a commodity, is holding a scepter and waiting for Karl to make an offer.

At this moment, to be honest, Karl really thought about how many battleships one Abba egg could exchange for.

But when he thought of his lord the emperor watching him from the sky, he had to give up this idea for the time being.

After all, if the Emperor can send an Astartes body, he can also send a bomb.

Karl was still very young, and he didn't want to go to the Golden Throne to hear his sins just yet.

So what should we do in this situation? Naturally, we should first test the real purpose of the Figure King coming here.

= Oh?Really interesting collection =
This shows that it was really just a coincidence that the figure king met Carl, maybe he was looking for something?
"As a fellow collector, I can help you find something you're looking for here."

Unfortunately, Traasin doesn't like that.

"Let me refuse, pathetic and blind mortal, I am more curious about the two behind you than the collection."

In the video, Traasin even showed a hint of greed in his eyes at this moment.

Just like those things he has done before, he is not only the custodian of the unowned, but also the redefiner of the unowned.

When the strengths of both parties are not equal, it is impossible to complete a happy transaction.

This is the attitude of Traasin right now.

As a pure xp card draw party and collection party, it often doesn't matter whether the means of completing the collection are above board.

When he sees what he wants, he will naturally try his best to make it part of his collection.

But now, instead of negotiating terms with Granny Karl, it's better to just shake someone over and grab it.

This wave of Traasin is really a slapstick sound.

Unfortunately, he is not the only one who is good at calculating others.

At least Traasin's answer has indirectly confirmed one thing, that is, there is indeed a collection he wants in the necromancer tomb under Frank No. [-].

And the next step is how to deter Trasim and bring the two sides back to the negotiating table where there is mutual deterrence.

"Oh, what if I say I know the secret of the Matrix on the Blackstone Obelisk?"

In an instant, the audience was silent.

Including the phantom projected from that image, all caused violent fluctuations.

"How can you, a mortal, know such a secret?"

However, as soon as this remark came out, Traasin regretted it.

It wasn't until this moment that he noticed that the mortal in front of him had been speaking for the two Astartes behind him.

This is simply unreasonable.

Besides, it is impossible for Traasin not to know the prestige of these two.

Even through a thick mask, he can speculate purely from the breath and appearance that the two people behind Karl are moving in the direction of some "unobtained high-level collection".

But the implementation situation is that this mortal wearing a strange model of power armor actually controls two Astartes, and can make decisions for them?
This extremely weird picture made him put aside the idea of ​​mobilizing the surrounding bodies that he "snatched" as avatars to collect collections.

For many years, collecting those things is nothing more than just for fun.

But now, he's found a little new joy outside his collection.

"Zizzi"

With the switching of the projection screen, the original projection of Traasin changed into a simulated energy matrix map.

"Come on, prove your strength."

Seeing this, the corner of Carl's mouth curled up.

Good guy, a mere space necromancer dares to touch the porcelain mechanical ceremony.

Well, although it is indeed a bit difficult, it is just as the saying goes.

For him who has not yet touched the marginal computing and processing capabilities, it is purely a matter of giving points.

"1010101000011000..."

A string of codes that made Abadan a headache, and Loken shook his head when he heard it, was reported by Karl almost instantly.

Admittedly, these 01s are worthless to those who don't understand them.

But this string of codes was different in Traasin's ears.

It's a shock.

Yes, he did find a relatively simple model of the Blackstone Matrix.

But even so, it was an explosive shock for a mortal to instantly answer a question that he hadn't even thought of answering.

Especially when he reproduced the code Carl said on the matrix, the originally silent Blackstone Matrix actually started.

This is no longer a technical problem, but a background problem.

You must know that it is basically impossible for creatures other than undead to know the correct way to activate these black stone matrices.

Belisarius Kaur, who was on Cadia before, also bought goods from Tralassin.

Despite losing in the end, the Great Rift still completely tore the entire galaxy under Abaddon's madness.

But Traasin also had a hard time imagining that he would meet a mortal who could easily crack the secret of the Blackstone Matrix in an inexplicable place like Frank No. [-].

This made him feel a sense of familiarity. How could this guy be quite similar to a "servant" standing next to Belisarius Kaul before Cadia went underground.

It can be said that at this moment, Traasin's interest target has changed.

Compared with the two "blind boxes" in the back, he wants to know who the existence that suddenly appeared in front of him is.

Of course, if you can easily add a top-quality collection, it will be a happy event.

So the green eyes of Netarasin flickered a few times.

It seems to be thinking about the possibility of this transaction.

Finally, after looking at Abadan and Loken for a while, Traasin spoke.

"Coincidence or luck, if one of my collections can be taken out, then maybe this transaction is really valuable."

Hearing Traasin's reply, Karl was overjoyed.

Perfect luck doesn't lie to me.

What does it mean to be sleepy? Give me a pillow, hello.

Decisively start the next step to negotiate salary.

"Then what can we gain?"

Staring at the figure king's projection, Karl knew very well that he couldn't make any concessions now.

Of course, there are reasons for doing so.

The figure king has a hooligan attitude in his politeness, if he backs down the first time, there will be countless times.

Carl, who also has a large collection, does not want the "figures" he finally fished out of the M31 to end up in other people's bags.

As for the threat of the figure king, I'm sorry buddy, there are people above.

Even if it is Trasim, he has to consider the attitude of the "God Emperor".

Sure enough, at least on the surface, Traasin, who was still very civilized, set his own price after some thought.

Accompanied by a flip of the mechanical box on the back of the grave thorn beetle, a card was lifted up by the mechanical arm.

"This is the key and coordinates to enter the catacombs, and has attached a secondary level of authority."

(Grass, what a fine person.)
Seeing the price offered by Traasin, Karl even wanted to curse.

Isn't this using mission props as mission rewards?

Good guy, it's all for you to win, right?

Co-authoring this trip, I not only helped Trasim clean up some of the skinners that broke out in the mausoleum, but also helped Trassin find his lost collection, and...etc.

The last item seems to be of little use. The adverb item that ordinary people use to open the door suddenly caught Carl's attention.

Sub-advanced permissions?
If it were someone else, it would be of little value except for opening the door.

It can be exchanged into Carl's hands, and the function is directly magnified by n times.

He even started YY, using this key to control a large group of tomb spiders, borrowing the pictures of the super black technology in the tomb of the dead to mass-produce war machines out of thin air.

At that time, who on the entire Frank No. [-] would dare to refuse to accept it?

This doesn't directly give him a righteous physical fist.

But yy belongs to yy, and the pitfalls here are obviously not small.

Judging from the prophecy that Karl saw before, Karasin's mission is far from that simple.

Those skinners even made Karasin's clone so embarrassed that they even hurriedly activated close-range phase shift and fled here.

It can only be said that there are still dreams.

But money is also indispensable.

"You know very well that those skinners inside are not easy to deal with. If it's just a card, it's a bit..."

Having said that, Karl deliberately stopped to wait for further quotations from Karasin.

The projection on the tomb thorn beetle frowned at its non-existent brows, and fell into a brief thought with the scepter in its right hand.

After a while, a map appeared on the projection.

"You have 1 minute to memorize this map. There are enough treasures in the marked areas to pay for your trip."

Traasin made a final concession.

Anyway, he couldn't remember much in a minute, and he believed that Karl would focus most of his attention on the location of the treasure that he needed to find.

Of course, here is actually Traasin playing tricks.

He would have provided Karl with this roadmap.

It's just that now it's a different reason as a prize.

In this way, changing his left hand to his right hand, at least Traasin felt that he had won.

Well, at least he thought so himself.

It's a pity that ordinary people can't learn some perverted operations.

Just like Carl who opened the mechanical codex plug-in.

It didn't take a minute, and it took less than 1 seconds for the entire map to be copied directly into his brain.

Seeing the vague smile on Traasin's face on the side of the projection, Karl was also happy.

Win-win, win-win.

Regardless of the facts, as long as everyone thinks they have won, then everyone has won.

Of course, it is not enough to just memorize the map once you get it.

A map is just a tool.

How to transform tools into actual value is the most important process.

While pretending to be desperately memorizing the map, he started a desertion in his mind.

This mausoleum is huge.

The usable area folded in the dimensional gap has even surpassed the surface area of ​​the planet of Frank III.

Even though there is a repeated use of the folding area, it is by no means a huge project that can be successful in a short time if you want to go deep into it.

To make matters worse, a severe Flayer Curse is erupting inside this tomb.

Those lunatics don't care if you have a Trazyn-authorized pass or not.

As long as they meet, they will definitely fight directly.

What's even worse is that these skinners have occupied almost all the outer areas of the entire tomb.

The Necrons surrounded by the skinners in the central core area are doing their final battle.

The bad news is that recently, a great cleverness among the undead came up with a way to temporarily relieve the pressure on their defenses.

That is to send a team to rush out of the skinner's encirclement and forcibly activate the passage reserved on the Frank No. [-] in the mausoleum.

Finally, it was achieved to divert the trouble, allowing the flayer to turn his attention to the upper part of the Frank III.

Use this to buy some time for the besieged Necrons.

And what's more unfortunate is that the first opening was just scheduled at Carl's feet.

This is the source of the recent anomalous spatial fluctuations.

(I'm rubbing it, it's cheating, right!)
No need to think about it, as long as the entrance is opened.

The moment those bloodthirsty skinners emerge is the moment when the entire B-13 hive is destroyed.

Fortunately, things have not reached the point of no return.

Before the entrance is officially opened, Karl still has the opportunity to take Abadan and Loken down to snipe a wave.

As for why Traasin wanted to backstab "one of my own people".

From the moment the Silent King self-destructed the supreme control agreement and exiled himself, leaving the galaxy, the various Necron dynasties gained true freedom.

For example, the figure of the dead house king in front of me is like this.

The life and death of other dynasties has nothing to do with him. Only collecting various collections is his sole purpose.

One minute passed in a flash, and the Tomb Spike Beetle that had just escaped from death also used up its last energy.

"Remember the deal you agreed to, sting la sting."

After a few sparks, the catacomb beetle completes its final mission.

It is true that Karl can try to repair it, but for the time being, he doesn't want to have anything to do with Traasin.

It was true that the Emperor was his backer.

But if something really happened, Carl didn't know whether the old man would help or not.

First, find a place to set up this tomb thorn beetle, and then repair it when you need to contact Traasin that day.

He leaned over and pulled away the card that was still stuck on the mechanical claw on the back of the grave thorn beetle.

Carl carefully looked at this seemingly ordinary bright black card.

It's a pity that there is no useful information engraved on it, and the only thing that can be connected with the identification device is some chips inside that seem to be messy but actually have certain rules.

This is not within the range of technologies currently compatible with the Mechanic Codex.

But if he had to scrutinize it carefully, Karl reckons that he could eventually study and understand the twists and turns.

But that's unnecessary.

Time is running out, they must intercept the group of space necromancy death squads.

As for whether Xiaozhi will use emotion to reason, or whether he can only persuade physically, that's another story.

"He just left?"

Abadan's somewhat abrupt questioning sound echoed in the slightly empty pipe.

Like the giant ax he held in his hand, he felt a little empty because there was no battle.

Of course, this kind of behavior also aroused a trace of contempt from Loken.

The look in the eyes probably means that it is not good to be able to negotiate a settlement, and you must have a fight to be satisfied, right?

Fortunately, Abadan soon got an absolutely satisfactory answer.

"Don't worry, I'm afraid you won't be able to kill me later."

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(End of this chapter)