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Chapter 256: A History of Necron Jokes, Page

Tara Singh, director of the Solemn Museum of Art, surveys his new collection.

In the tomb world beneath this planet, the great Infinite One Trazyn, protector of all history and artifacts, recorder of all extinct and non-extinct civilizations, was looking at his brand new collection.
His prismatic museum contains all the historical scenes he considers worthy of display.
From the War in Heaven to the death of Sun Lord Macharius, from the fall of Phoenix Fulgrim to the Beast Wars, from the Unremembered Empire to the fate of Talasa Jotun, countless historical scenes have been preserved or restored by Trazyn.
He walked past Fulgrim's replica and stopped at the end of the exhibition hall.
Castle Lord Krieg, General Droste, and their Cadia 8th Regiment and 184th Regiment were all restrained in the stasis field, forever stuck at the moment before their final end.
Before them was an ornate plaque bearing the following inscription in the languages ​​of all the important races Trazyn knew: Fall of Cadia,

This was a momentous occasion that undoubtedly changed the course of the entire galaxy.
Trazyn's shining eyes gazed at the scene.
He sacrificed many precious collections for this scene.
A Custodian of the Order, Inquisitor Greyfax, two Astra Militarums, and an Ultramarines from the Heresy era.
Of course, he left the Heart-Locking Scarab inside these collections.
But Belisarius Cawl, the interesting human, Trazyn believed that he had a way to unlock the restrictions of the Heart-Binding Scarab. It would only be a matter of time.

The Heart-Locking Scarab has been released.
The eyes on Trazyn's metal face flickered a few times. Just now, the Heart-Chain Scarab was removed.
No, it was not just removed. Through dimensional phase communication technology, Trazyn was able to transcend the limitations of time and space and connect to the Heart-Locking Scarab that was removed from Greyfax's body.
"The God of Machines gave me power and machine soul"

A simple, immature consciousness came from the other side of the dimensional phase communication.
The Heart-Blocking Scarab refused Trazyn's visit.

To be precise, it was the consciousness of the Heart-Locking Scarab that refused.
This puzzled Trazyn.

Although this consciousness is simple, it is definitely not something that can be born from the simple structure of the Heart-Locking Scarab.

Some kind of implanted intelligence system? An external mind array? Or a trick from the void gods?

As for the so-called God of All Machines, Trazyn thought it was just another superstitious act of the Mechanicus.

Most Necrons consider the Adeptus Mechanicus to be a collection of low-end technology and rotting flesh, a blasphemy against both flesh and machine.
But Trazyn thought they were very interesting. Although they were superstitious, they were also worth recording. His museum collected several priests of the Mechanicus.
As for the Machine Soul
Mechanical soul?
Trazyn was dismissive.
He turned and left the Cadia Falls booth, stepping out of the exhibition hall that belonged to humans.
From the Fall of Cadia to the Heresy, from the Great Crusade to the Old Night, from the Iron Heresy to the Golden Age, from the invention of the first Warp Drive to the first steps of Mankind outside the Sol System,

The entire history of human civilization passed before Trazyn's eyes, and he was able to witness the evolution of human history.

From ignorance to wisdom, from wisdom to madness, from madness to blindness, and from blindness back to ignorance,
"Mechanical soul?" Trazyn murmured as he walked.

Finally, Trazyn stopped in front of two extremely crude and primitive detectors.
This is also part of his collection. The nameplates in front of the two probes read: Human beings are trying to contact other civilizations - Voyager 1 and 2.

This is the end of the second millennium of mankind. Two simple probes were released into the universe. They tried to use these two probes to understand the galaxy they were in and contact other civilizations.

Trazyn stood in front of the booth and couldn't help but let out a low, dry laugh.
"Soul of the machine?" He murmured again, as if telling a joke worth repeating many times: "How can a machine have a soul?"

Trazyn turned off the stasis field of the booth, walked forward step by step, opened the detector, and took out what he wanted from it.

It was a round twelve-inch record with a gold-plated surface.

Ancient humans recorded sounds in an extremely primitive way, by carving vibration marks on this disc, and then using a stylus to restore the marks to vibrations to play the sound.

Trazyn found a matching diamond stylus from Voyager 1 and a record player from his own collection.

He swept the dust off the record with a sense of ceremony, put it on the record player, adjusted the speed to thirty-three, and placed the diamond cartridge on the edge of the golden record.

"Hello."

"It's a gift from a small, faraway world."

"It contains our voices, our science, our music, our thoughts, our emotions and our souls."

“This Earth Voice is to give our hope, our resolve, and our good wishes to distant worlds into this vast and awe-inspiring universe.”

“We are trying to live in our time and hopefully into your time.”

After a short idle, a sound mixed with a little noise was played.
That was Akkadian, one of the oldest languages ​​known to man at the time, born among the Semitic peoples of ancient Mesopotamia.
Then the proto-language of High Gothic, the four dialects of the ancient Dragon Realm, a total of fifty-five languages ​​repeated the greeting,
Trazyn waited quietly, waiting for his favorite part,
Waiting helps with emotions, he thought quietly.
Then came the part he was waiting for,

The music of ancient Terran humans was also recorded.

The sound of the plucked strings sounded, first like a mountain and then like flowing water, and the vibration of the stylus depicted the ups and downs of emotions.
Trazyn researched the history of the song and learned that it was about the friendship between one person and another.
Their souls are connected, and in ancient human terms, they are "soulmates".
Humans chose this song as a part of their record, trying to find a soulmate who could communicate with them in the entire universe. However, the person who finally got the record was Trazyn, a soulless Necromancer.

"How can a machine have a soul?"

Trazyn muttered to himself, savoring the fluctuations in his circuits that could barely be called emotions.
If machines can have souls, why are there only holes in the mechanical bodies of the Necrons over such a long period of time?
Trazyn stood there calmly, listening to the 27-minute music playing quietly.
"Director, we have a visitor."

Sannet, the chief artificer of Trazyn, brought him the news.

Trazyn was a little unhappy that his time to enjoy music was interrupted.
But he still turned off the record player gently,

Welcome to Solemnity Art Gallery
"Willing Overlord, Traveler Anrakel sends his greetings and hopes to visit you."

Chief Technician Sannett's voice sounded again.

Trazyn paused for a moment.
He did not have much communication with Anrakel, the traveler who was dedicated to reviving the power of the Necron Empire.

Why would he come to visit me?

But before Trazyn could respond, a faint blue light appeared in the Solemnas Art Museum.

The machines that originally belonged to Trazyn were overwhelmed by another will, and the door of his museum was opened.

The traveler, Anlakel, glowing with a faint blue light, stepped into the Human Pavilion of the Prism Museum and stood opposite Talahin.
Trazyn knew that Anrakel was good at using his own complex will to control machines, even other people's machines.
But he didn't expect that he could even control the machinery in his own museum. His ability seemed to be stronger than Trazyn knew.
Traveler Anrakel demonstrated a series of complicated old rituals to Trazyn, and then spoke to Trazyn in the complicated language used by the former Necrontyr nobles:
"Hail, Trazyn, Endless One and Thief."

Trazyn sneered at this, knowing that his compatriots did not understand his cause, which made his reputation somewhat bad among the Undead Dynasty.

"Are you interested in the history of the galaxy?" Trazyn demanded.

".You are skilled at theft and excavation, whether of Necromancer or other civilizations."

Anlakaier said after careful consideration:
"How many ancient relics have been opened by you, how many precious treasures have been taken away by you, and how much valuable knowledge has been hidden by you."

"I also heard that you have a lot of connections with those low-end religions of humans that are full of superstition, a mixture of flesh, blood and machinery."

"So, tell me, Trazyn, have all these actions of yours given you enough wisdom to solve a mystery?"

Listening to the cumbersome and annoying words coming out of Anlakel's mouth, Taraxin couldn't help but wave his hand and said disdainfully: "What do you want?"

Trazyn used the dirty words that only Necrontyr slaves would use, which made Anrakel's living metal body stiffen slightly.
Allakel looked at Talahin, as if he was choosing his words.

It was not until a few minutes later that Anrakel spoke, not in the Necrons' own language, but in the human language.

It seemed that this was the only way to express his meaning.
"I seem to have gained a new soul." Anrakel said.

".Huh?" Trazyn was stunned for a moment.
Then Tarasim quickly turned on the recording device in the exhibition hall and looked at Anrakel.
This time, Trazyn's expression became extremely serious.
"Can you say that again?"

"This is the funniest thing the Necrons have said since we underwent the biotransformation."

"This sentence deserves to be recorded as history and listed on the first page of the History of Necron Jokes."

(End of this chapter)