Warhammer: Angron Training Manual

Chapter 368 Collection

"You stay here, I'll teleport this thing to your fleet and give you some small gifts."

Trazyn began pacing again.

"This is a very good deal. I have a museum that collects precious collections like yours."

"Come to my place. I will keep you in the environment that your kind of creature likes best. If you make this choice, the disputes in the entire universe will have nothing to do with you."

"At that time, you only have to do two things: enjoy and be watched, that's all."

Qin Xia was about to say "Are you kidding?" when he was interrupted by Taraxin's next words.

Then Trazyn really began to think about what was to come, and it wasn't like he was joking at all.

"This is definitely a good deal, a good bargain."

"Come with me, and I'll return the bomb to you, and give you a little extra."

"For example, the teleportation technology I use, for example, better weapons than this bomb..."

"Or I can help you eliminate Ran Dan."

"This is a multiple choice question. You can choose all of them on behalf of your race."

Trazyn stopped.

Qin Xia said nothing and looked at Taraxin as if he was a fool, as if to say "Are you crazy?"

But it is indeed crazy.

None of the Necrons are normal. Their mechanical bodies bring immortal life, but this thing itself is a lie and is not high-end stuff at all. Over the long years, their bodies will be damaged and their memories will be lost.

For example, Taraxin couldn't figure out whether he was forced to accept the transformation or accepted it voluntarily. He was so voluntary that he not only transformed himself, but also forced another old enemy to transform together.

Seeing that Qin Xia was unmoved, Taraxin felt quite puzzled.

It really provided a perfect condition, so it was unclear why Qin Xia didn't agree at this time.

It’s a perfect enjoyment, you just need to enjoy it, and then be watched occasionally, what’s so unacceptable? How can such short-sighted creatures as humans not be moved?
So Trazyn raised the conditions again: "You can make a wish on your behalf, unlimited energy, technological progress, and the superluminal means that your emperor has always dreamed of..."

"Superluminal means?" Qin Xia snorted coldly, "Can we humans use the superluminal speed you use? I'm afraid we'll be turned into a paste by the time we get on the ship to our destination."

"That's something you should consider yourselves. I'm not your racial god. Do I have to serve you?" Taraxin said arrogantly.

Qin Xia rolled his eyes at Taraxin, then looked at the psychic bomb container: "It's impossible for me to be your collection. Change the conditions."

Seeing that Qin Xia refused so decisively and not being able to understand Qin Xia's train of thought, Taraxin no longer mentioned the matter of collecting Qin Xia. He just thought that Qin Xia was hopeless because he did not know how lucky he had.

"If you don't want to do it, then don't do it. I can't catch you, but I can control what you want." Trazyn said, "Tell me what you are willing to exchange for it."

Qin Xia picked up the book made by the emperor himself from his waist and turned to the page where the great demon Jianqi was sealed.

Trazyn looked closely and saw a demon trapped inside the pages of the book, roaring and struggling.

"Interesting." Taraxin knocked the ground with his scepter, and the psychic bomb container was teleported to Qin Xia's side.

Qin Xia tore off the page that sealed the great demon and pressed it on Taraxin's forehead with his psychic power.

Trazyn took the page off his head, looked at it carefully, and nodded: "This kind of subspace creature is not easy for my race to obtain, but I am barely satisfied."

Qin Xia dragged the container out of the cabin. When he reached the gate, Taraxin knocked on the ground and the psychic bomb container was directly teleported to the White Knight.

Qin Xia, who saw darkness appearing on the White Knight through his psychic vision, realized that Trazyn knew him quite well.

"Go back to your kind and continue to make meaningless sacrifices for a meaningless and doomed cause." Trazyn pointed his finger at the fleet outside.

"A race is rising again after falling to the bottom and returning to its peak, and you actually say this is meaningless?" Qin Xia frowned.

"The trough? The peak? When did you reach your peak?" Trazyn pretended to think. "Oh... You mean the time when you could still manufacture the weapon you tried so hard to find just now, and the time when you could manufacture the large ship outside?"

Trazyn spoke in High Gothic and imitated human movements, shrugging his shoulders and spreading his hands.

"In the glory era of the human species, even unification has not been completed. There is only a nominal cross-galactic ruling entity. This is still an era in the ascendant."

"The Earth is located at the edge of the Milky Way. Your race rose on Earth, carried out interstellar travel with difficulty, and slowly developed into what you think is a prosperous state. Then, you only had friction with the creation race of the ancient saint race, and then you lived in peace."

"Your race may not have known at that time that there was another elder race dormant in the galaxy, and that this race had once defeated the creator of the Eldar Empire."

Qin Xia was really angry at Taraxin's contemptuous remarks.

But Qin Xia did not refute it immediately. Instead, he remained silent for a few seconds and suddenly laughed out loud. "What are you laughing at?" Taraxin asked curiously, "Share it with me, just like I just shared it with you."

"If you ask me, you Necrons just have the first-mover advantage. Like the Eldar, you were born tens of millions of years earlier than humans, not to mention that you have the Star Gods to help you develop technology."

Qin Xia said.

"You were originally unable to defeat the Ancient Saints. It was you who found the Star Gods, gave them material bodies, and then surrendered to the gods of reality, begging them to use their advantage over the rules of reality to help you develop technology and fight against the Ancient Saints."

"You begged for eternal life, and then were deceived. A star god named Murphtlan deceived you, replaced your original body with a metal shell, and turned your soul into a feast on the table."

"I just want to know how you were deceived. What were you thinking at the time? Murphtlan is known as a fraudster. How can you believe what it says when even its name contains the word fraud?"

Trazyn discovered that Qin Xia knew much more than he had expected.

But this is not surprising. A unique psychic always has many ways to know the past and the future.

Taraxin wanted to correct the mistake in Qin Xia's words, that is: the Deceiver Star God did not just jump out and say hello: "Hi everyone, I am a Deceiver, I will give you eternal life", its methods were not so straightforward and stupid.

But Trazyn realized that in this situation, the truth was not important, but the joke was.

"Humanity has entered the interstellar age in just a few tens of thousands of years. We have no ancient saints or star gods to guide us. If we had as much time to develop as you have, we would have a bright future," Qin Xia said.

Trazyn thought for a moment and nodded. "You are right, I think so too. But the fact is that a large-scale warp storm destroyed your civilization and plunged you into ignorance. Until now, you have relied on an emperor who plays sorcery and a group of super-modified people, hoping to restore the glory of the past that was not so glorious."

"But..." Trazyn lowered his head, "At least you still have a goal, you can still have a goal..."

Qin Xia didn't want to talk about the universe or the past anymore. He just wanted to get back to his career.

What humans are doing now is meaningless. Qin Xia thinks that even if what Taraxin said is correct, it is only half right.

Angron has been changed by himself, and this will trigger a butterfly effect.

The future may not necessarily be what you remember.

"Be careful of your emperor." Trazyn suddenly said, "Be careful of such kings. Their willful behavior will bring tragedy to a race. When you lose the glorious filter of such monarchs in one tragedy after another and realize that the entire race has been led to the abyss of destruction by a pathetic tyrant, everything will be irreversible."

Qin Xia heard that when Tarasim was talking about the Emperor, he was actually referring to the Silent King.

The Silent King is the ruler of the Necrons, and he is largely responsible for the Necrons' transformation into soulless husks.

"The Emperor is different from a dictator like the Silent King."

"If you are not doing this for profit or for the right thing, then don't interfere in human affairs."

Qin Xia looked at Taraxin, took off his helmet and held it in his hand, raised his index finger and pointed at Taraxin with a smile on his face.

"Don't let me see you causing trouble for no reason next time, okay?"

After saying that, Qin Xia disappeared in the wind and snow.

Taraxin looked at Fengxue and thought that this man dared to speak to him like this only because he relied on his special psychic talent and could not be caught.

"The next time you're in my museum... I hope I won't be looking at a dead body."

Trazyn turned slowly and walked toward the wall, disappearing in a stealthy manner.

This is not a means of invisibility, nor is it a means of teleporting psychic bombs.

Trazyn stepped into another dimension independent of the real universe. This is a created dimension, or pocket dimension in human terms, belonging to an ancient race that has reached the pinnacle of material technology.

In his own pocket dimension, Trazyn is in an ancient pyramid-shaped facility.

The black pyramid is covered with green glowing patterns, and the internal space is not layered. As long as Tarasim wants to expand the space, the space can be expanded, and eventually it will be stacked layer by layer to infinity.

However, Taraxin did not need to stack the layers for the time being. It just walked to the observation device it needed and observed through the vision of the biological weapons among the Randan aliens that could use a small trick to freely enter and exit the current dimension.

At some point in the past, the biological weapons watched Qin Xia fight.

Taraxin began to study whether there was any way to block Qin Xia's overly special psychic talent.

Until Trazyn realized that there was no way he could realize this idea, he continued to study this impossible thing.

You have to do something in this long and boring life... Especially something that is impossible to achieve, such as collecting some collectibles whose material lifespan is shorter than your own.

Whenever he did such stupid things that only flesh and blood creatures would do, Trazyn could feel the philosophical difference between himself and those machines that never stopped.

(End of this chapter)