Warhammer: Don't Call Me the God of All Machines

Chapter 738: Trazyn with a Soul (asking for monthly tickets)

As the brutal war at the edge of the solar system came to an end, the huge war machine under Roche's command not only did not slow down, but instead entered a more crazy state of expansion.

Human beings have already tasted the taste of victory, and this feeling has even directly dispelled the haze brought by war and death.

There are even more fanatical humans who have shouted out arrogant declarations that they will pursue the victory and repay blood with blood.

Faced with these obviously unrealistic calls, Luo Xi could only appease the coalition government as much as possible.

After plundering the databases and unique technologies that had not been completely destroyed, Roche collected most of the wreckage of the Final Judgment and melted it into a giant celestial monument.

This monument, as huge as a celestial body, is equipped with a matter annihilation reactor inside. It can continuously release electromagnetic waves of various frequencies to the outside world, loudly declaring its existence to the universe.

The monument only has one line of simple human text and one line of code written in binary language.

Where the gods are defeated, the light of mankind will last forever.

Any alien race, as long as they enter the radiation area of electromagnetic waves and their computers can perform the simplest decoding operations, will be able to receive this information.

This is a naked humiliation of Roshi and mankind to the great enemy, God.

The blade of God that came to punish humanity was defeated and reshaped into an eternal pillar of shame, which in turn was engraved with the glory and fearlessness of mankind.

Luo Xi was looking forward to what expressions the high and mighty gods would have when they saw this scene.

Victory is the best booster.

Driven by this fanatical sentiment, humanity's colonial fleet has begun to move out of the solar system and head to other nearby galaxies for colonial expansion.

Luo Xi's appetite has never been as simple as a few galaxies. What he wants to do is to completely incorporate this parallel universe into the human territory.

The 1661 universe, as the first world he descends into, will inevitably be brought under human rule.

And based on this, he will expose the hypocritical mask of the gods to other parallel universes, so that more intelligent races who are unwilling to be enslaved will join the resistance.

"I've never been a pushover. I'll tell them the truth and give them the power to choose."

"Any race that lacks the belief in self-improvement and man's ability to conquer nature is unworthy of my company. They deserve to be enslaved by the gods until they die."

After defeating the Celestial Blade Legion, the cross-universe expedition originally arranged by Roche will be independently completed by each Space Marine hero.

He specifically instructed Sevatar and Azkaelon to remember their mission.

"If one day we can master the technology of inter-universe communication, it won't be transmission between parallel universes, but independent large-scale universes like the Warhammer Universe and the Celestial Universe."

"Although the Warhammer Universe was completely destroyed in the Endless War, from a cosmic perspective, it is still an independent and autonomous entity."

“If everything is irreversible, perhaps I will find a way to migrate all the humans there over here.

Since the Warhammer universe is completely rotten and cannot be saved, why not just switch to another universe? "

In the laboratory of the Martian forge world, Roxie revealed some of his thoughts on the future to Trazyn.

Uncontrollable excitement was evident on the faces of the Endless as they made their way to the laboratory where the Allspark was stored.

"I don't know how feasible the inter-universe channel technology you mentioned is, but if it truly succeeds, it will be a miracle even greater than the Webway created by the Ancients."

"The Old Ones merely built a tunnel between the Milky Way and the Warp, but you're actually thinking of establishing a stable means of transport between two independent universes so far apart."

"Your ambition is even more arrogant than that of the Lord of Mankind. All he wanted was to repair the Webway left by the Old Ones and relocate the entire human race there to escape the Warp."

"No wonder the Emperor chose you. You are all completely insane, but you just look more normal."

Taraxin felt a little emotional. Although there were also vicious beings like the "Gods" in the outside universe, they even succeeded in enslaving this independent universe.

But compared to the Warhammer universe that has been completely corrupted by Chaos, the Celestial Universe can still be called a paradise.

Didn’t you see that a Broken God that failed to hatch was defeated and captured by humans, dismembered and thrown into a micro-astronomical torch to be burned as firewood?
Compared to the Chaos Gods who sit high on the throne of the Warp and whose essence is difficult to reach, the power of these gods is at least measurable.

And an existence that can be measured has the hope of being defeated.

As long as the enemy has a health bar, there will definitely be a day when it will be killed.

Luo Xi smiled and shook his head. He had a clear understanding of his abilities.

"Don't flatter me mindlessly. I can have these plans and intentions, in large part because I stand on the shoulders of the giant, the Emperor."

"Without him sending me out of the Warhammer universe, all of this would be nothing more than the fantasy of a whimsical man before he was corrupted by the warp."

While the two were talking, they had already arrived outside a laboratory with the highest level of security.

This laboratory stores the spoils that Roche obtained from the Transformers universe, and the most important one is the Spark Cube.

After the identity verification, the door opened in front of him and the Cybertron messenger Sir appeared in front of Roche.

Optimus Prime's lieutenant tried his best to appear calm, but when he thought of the grand war that had ended, he was still secretly frightened and shocked.

The power these humans possess is far beyond what Cybertron can currently contend with.

Both the Decepticons and the Autobots have actually lost the ability to launch a large-scale cosmic war.

They fight and play, but most of the time they are confined to the atmosphere.

As a Cybertron envoy sent by Optimus Prime, Jazz must maintain harmonious and friendly relations with humans. This is a choice he must make for the continuation of his race.

And in the laboratory, there are top scientists such as Belisarius Cawl, Stoneman Angie, and Beast Hank.

They all came to observe how Roche used the Allspark, a Cybertronian artifact.

So far, they have used the pulsed radiation released by the Spark to create some small, shape-shifting Cybertronians.

However, being able to give a soul to a soulless machine and restoring the soul of a mechanical life form that failed to ascend are two completely different concepts.

Kohl and others gave Luo Xi a gear salute, and then everyone gathered around and sat in the observation seats.

Under the huge dome of the laboratory, the Spark Source Cube was floating quietly in the center of the quantum field.

Its surface is swirled with Cybertron's rune totems, faintly emitting circles of special pulse energy.

Slight ripples appeared in the air. The power of the Fire Source Cube was distorting the surrounding space and time. This seemed to be some kind of instinctive reaction of it.

"In that case, let's get started."

Luo Xi's finger slid across the control panel, and the rotating Fire Source Cube suddenly stopped.

"According to the Cybertron legends I've learned, the Allspark is incredibly ancient, even older than the planet Cybertron itself."

"It is also a sacred object that we Cybertronians are proud of. Our souls will return to the Spark Cube after death, and new Cybertronian souls will be born from it."

Jazz stood beside Luo Xi and explained patiently.

Since Luo Xi must use the fire source, he can only reduce the risks caused by insufficient information as much as possible.

As a Cybertronian, Jazz feels inexplicably sad about the current situation of his people.

They couldn't even keep the race's most precious treasure, the Fire Source Cube, and could only hand it over to Roxi and humans for safekeeping and research.

Today's Autobots and Decepticons have lost the ability to analyze and study the Allspark.

For them, the greatest function of this artifact now is to transform mechanical creations into Cybertronians, using them as a simple and crude machine for brute force.

The Spark Cube should not be limited to this. Perhaps in the hands of humans, it can be better utilized.

The Jazz comforted himself in his heart, like a tragic hero who had to give his white moonlight to the yellow-haired man to comfort himself.

Luo Xi naturally heard the knight's sigh.

He understood that what the Sir said was right, there seemed to be some kind of "quite clear" self-awareness within the Spark Source.

The Spark Source is not just a simple artifact, it seems to be closer to a "material existence" with an indescribable powerful will.

"There's a huge amount of energy inside the Spark Source, and this Rubik's Cube is just its carrier. Once the Rubik's Cube is destroyed, the energy stored inside will most likely exist in another form."

Trazyn stepped onto the experimental platform step by step, and the Spark Source Cube was hovering in the quantum field above his head.

For no apparent reason, his living metal body felt a slight chill, as if countless nonexistent fine hairs were gently floating and swaying.

Even Taraxin, who had survived for tens of millions of years, couldn't help but feel uneasy at this moment.

He was at an extremely critical crossroads.

If he could rely on the Allspark to retrieve his soul, then the entire Necrons, or the Necrontyr race, would find hope for continuation.

They will no longer be a race without a future, but truly successful mechanical ascenders.

"Success, must succeed..."

"The future of our people rests on my shoulders."

Trazyn prayed silently, even though they did not believe in the so-called gods at all, and even killed the gods in the real universe.

But at this moment, he prayed to the great cosmic consciousness that existed in the dark.

Under Roxi's control, the Allspark began to tremble and shake violently, and a dazzling arc of light flowed out from every gap in this Cybertron artifact.

The extremely pure fire energy poured into Trazyn's living metal body like a pouring silver paste.

In an instant, Taraxin's body began to tremble violently, and some drastic changes were taking place in this metal body.

All the scientists watched this historic moment intently. They used various advanced observation equipment to peek into the truth beneath the surface.

"Sage Trazyn comes from the Necrons, the most powerful race in the galaxy. According to the data, their souls seem to have been devoured by the Star Gods long ago."

Cawl held a data tablet in his hand, and the screen displayed all the information about the Necrons in the human database.

"Since their souls were devoured by the Star God, then are the souls bestowed by the Spark Source still their original souls?" said Beast Hank.

"I tend to be more inclined to deny the answer. Compared to the body, the soul better represents the concept of a person's existence."

"The body can be replaced, but the soul is unique."

"If a human is possessed by a demon of the Warp, he is no longer human."

These beings at the pinnacle of human mind whispered to each other, sharing their views and opinions.

Anyway, it's just an academic discussion now, so there's nothing to be shy about.

But Trazyn was no longer in the mood to pay attention to these insignificant things.

After the energy of the fire source penetrated into his body, it instantly stimulated his memory storage and logic matrix.

Trazyn's life was too old. After more than 60 million years, his memory inevitably suffered a certain degree of damage and errors.

But even so, existence like Trazyn is already in a good situation among the Necrons.

More unlucky Necrons have already been completely transformed into cold machines without blood or tears.

Trazyn resisted this outcome. He madly used his hobby of collecting to anchor his soul, and used this bizarre interest to fight against mechanized thinking.

For an immortal being, if its long life has no purpose, it will quickly fall into a vortex of absolute nothingness and meaninglessness.

Deep within Trazyn's mind memory, those broken and blurred memory fragments suddenly became clearer and more complete under the stimulation of the fire source.

Even Trazyn recalled his youth.

For the Necrontyr, youth is a very short concept. If converted into human time standards, then the Necrontyr are considered teenagers before the age of ten.

But once you pass the age of ten, whether you are a noble or a humble pauper, you will enter the early stages of a disease similar to human cancer.

This seems to be an inevitable law, and no one who fears death can be exempted from it.

This period of time, during which disease and genetic errors begin to spread, continues until the Necrontyr reaches the age of eighteen.

The deadly cancer disease reaches its advanced stage by the age of eighteen and can claim the Necrontyr's life at any time.

Of course, the Necrontyrs have also thought of many ways. They have been working hard to research and develop technology, especially life sciences targeting cancer.

Countless Necron scientists work on research and treatment to delay the progression of the disease, just to make a small breakthrough in solving this curse.

But even with the continuous development of Necrons technology, the limit they can last is only around 25 to 30 years old.

Even humans, a race that is not considered long-lived, can easily live for about two hundred years after entering the interstellar age with the support of a mature medical system.

Those who fear death, even if they linger on to the end, can only survive for thirty years.

Trazyn's mind flashed back to scenes from the past, some of which dated back to when he was just born.

And these memories are no longer cold data, but vivid scenes, as if they can recall how the mood changed at that time.

"Incredible..."

"It's incredible!"

"Do these records still exist in my memory bank?"

Trazyn looked greedily at his past self, a handsome and thin boy according to the aesthetic standards of the Necrontyr.

Trazyn had grown accustomed to his metal skeleton body, and even forgot what he looked like when he was still in flesh and blood. Trazyn's dream since childhood was to become the best archivist.

He wanted to collect, preserve, and continue the traces of civilization and pass them on.

For a race with a short lifespan, they are particularly persistent in one thing - that is to leave some trace of their existence in this world.

It is this extremely strong obsession that has shaped the unique culture of the Necrons.

They live in fear of death all their lives, but paradoxically, they also develop an extreme worship of death.

The ruling class of the Necrontyr changes frequently, and those in power are mostly obsessed with building magnificent mausoleums.

The Witch Cult uses various advanced technologies of the Necrontyr to create various technological creations that worship death.

Everyday goods and luxuries in necrophile society are all related to death and burial.

In such an extremely distorted society, professions like archivist are one of the most respected professions.

At that time, the still young Trazyn entered the most authoritative archives of the Necrontyr clan with excellent results, taking over the responsibility from a dying predecessor.

Trazyn's mind recalled the appearance of that senior very clearly.

He had only spent twenty-three years in this world, but his skin was extremely dry and wrinkled, and covered with various large and small malignant tumors and other deformities of flesh and blood.

He was in pain, but his eyes were extremely determined, and the key to the archives was handed to him.

Trazyn was terrified at the time. He was afraid that he would become like this, and he deeply understood that this was the fate of all those who fear death.

But fate played a little joke on me.

Just after Trazyn had worked diligently in the archives for several years, the great Triarchal Council issued the highest resolution.

They found among the stars a god who could redeem the Necrontyr - Katan.

The technology they provide can help the Necrontyrs get rid of disease and aging forever and achieve true immortality.

It's not that the Necrontyr haven't tried, they've tried everything.

Life extension surgery has proven to have little effect, and some necrophiles are trying to escape the sun's deadly radiation in order to prolong their lives.

But even though they relied on sublight speed engines to escape to other galaxies, death still did not let them go.

Those tombs with highly recognizable styles expanded to all parts of the galaxy along with the colonial fleet, as if mocking the short lifespan and fragility of the Necrontyr.

After learning that the method given by those strange "gods" was to allow them to ascend mechanically, Trazyn expressed strong resistance.

He even found his good friend, the Necrontyr astrologer Orikan, and asked him to predict the future of his race.

Orikan's prophecies point to a dark future.

However, the order from the Triarchal Council has been issued, and no one, from the Emperor to the slaves, has the power to refuse this decision.

Trazyn hid in his own archives, he did not want to be converted.

However, Trazyn was forcibly taken away by other Necrontyr search teams, thrown into a bio-conversion furnace, and then watched his body being destroyed and recycled.

When he opened his eyes again, he looked like he is now.

Powerful, solid, immortal, yet utterly empty.

All the Necrontyr were transformed, and then they realized that the so-called Katans were just demons in disguise, greedily devouring the souls of the Necrontyr.

The reaction to the spark source energy was so intense that Trazyn couldn't help but scream, trying to stop himself from entering the damn bio-conversion furnace.

The Endless on the experimental table are experiencing all the past events, while the human scientists outside are closely observing Trazyn's situation.

Through this rare opportunity, humans got a glimpse of the tip of the iceberg of the past memories of this eccentric Necron Overlord.

"It turns out that this ancient race also has such a tragic past."

As Cawl recovered from the shock, he saw those Katans - Nightbringer, Void Dragon, Burning One, Deceiver, and so on.

They gathered together and greedily devoured the souls collected by the bio-conversion furnace.

These stellar vampires, which have a solid form by clinging to living metal, were toasting each other as if they were holding some kind of grand banquet.

"The C'tan are not only the necrontyrs' greatest enemies, but also us, the beings of the physical universe."

"They are even more terrifying than the Sub-Space Evil Gods, because they naturally exist in the same world as us."

The speed at which the pulse radiation from the Spark Source affects Trazyn is much slower than the speed at which it affects the electrical machinery of humans.

It was not until about half an hour later that the testing equipment throughout the laboratory suddenly issued a shrill alarm.

"We detected soul fluctuations." Angie said in surprise.

"The source of the fluctuations... is within Trazyn's body."

Luo Xi's eyes suddenly lit up and his breathing became rapid.

"The Spark Source really did it!"

"It's giving the Necrons a true soul."

Tarasim's body made of living metal was rapidly melting, and a large number of tiny deformed gears emerged from the recast metal.

The reason why the Necrons' bodies are in a bipedal, upright form similar to humans is because in the distant past, their predecessors, the Necrontyr, also looked like this.

The Necrons have shaped their bodies into this shape due to habits accumulated over a long period of time.

But in reality, the Necrons' bodies don't affect their use no matter what they are like.

Trazyn's body trembled constantly, like a torn book being rebound and pieced together.

His chest armor, constructed from ribs, flipped open, revealing the pulsing mechanical core within.

The power of the Spark was continuously injected into it, forming an organ similar to the Transformer Spark in the front of Trazyn's chest.

Autobot Sir looked at the transforming Trazyn with a complicated expression. He didn't know what the relationship was between himself and this existence in front of him.

Are the Necrons, beings created by the radiation from the Allspark, considered Transformers?
In Tarasim's memory world, everything seemed to melt in the dancing purple and gold flames.

The corridor of memories he built was burned down, and all that remained was the darkness and fear he saw when he entered the bio-conversion furnace.

The arrogant and arrogant laughter of Katan still echoed in my ears.

"What a foolish, pathetic, short-lived creature."

"I just made up a lie and you believed it, hahahaha!"

That was the voice of Malphtran the Deceiver, and even among the tyrannical and capricious C'tan there was none worse.

"Haven't you always wanted to know why your race is so weak and sickly, dying of malignant cancer soon?"

"Because within your sun, there is a star god representing the concept of death, currently feeding. His presence has caused a bit of excess in your solar radiation."

"What a wise and powerful King of Silence! He's just a fool with high expectations but poor skills."

"Remember—it was the Silent King who harmed you. We are merely his helpers."

Trazyn's consciousness slowly emerged from the endless darkness, and he saw a vague light and shadow, emitting an endless sacred aura.

He suddenly realized that this was the existence behind the Allspark and Cybertron.

With the help of this power, his memory core transformed into countless soul light particles, which condensed together.

The empty body of Trazyn was not as empty as he had imagined.

The reason why he still maintains the desire to "collect" is because his soul has not been eaten so cleanly.

Just like a clear spring in the desert, after being evaporated by the sun, some thin water vapor accumulated in the sand still remains.

Although these souls are extremely rare, they still exist.

Even between 0.0001% of the soul and 0, there is still a huge difference.

Trazyn's current body is not like the minimalist style of the Necrons in the past, nor is it like the Transformers with all the exposed parts, but a mean between the two.

The fire source in his chest lit up with a bright blue light, and for the first time, iris patterns that only living creatures have appeared in his pupils.

The light of the fire source slowly went out, and everything was silent as if nothing had happened.

Luo Xi has already felt the soul fluctuations of Taraxin. Although they are a little weak compared to humans, they are definitely there.

He took a few steps forward and came to Tarasim who was lying on the experimental platform.

Trazyn's body was very cold, at least minus seventy degrees Celsius according to the thermometer.

This is the result of the penetration of subspace power. The appearance of ether power in the real universe will produce an instantaneous abnormal cooling reaction.

The moisture in the air condensed into ice crystals, and each crystal seemed to reflect fragments of Trazyn's memories from the distant past.

Trazyn opened her eyes and stared at the shadowless lamp on the ceiling.

He felt the sting of the light in his eyes, listened to the sounds of the machines running in the room, and saw Luo Xi beside him, holding the Endless One's hand with his own.

Trazyn felt a faint warmth, a sensation he had almost forgotten.

He raised his right hand, stared at the palm of his hand, and with the help of the reflection of the smooth metal mirror, observed the beating heart in his chest that was reshaped by the fire source.

"I……"

"It's been too long since I felt the world."

Trazyn slowly sat up. He was taller than before, and when he stood up he was almost as tall as the Primaris Space Marine.

His Cybertron-like body was equipped with several electromagnetic weapons, and the rotating deformed gears made a rhythmic and crisp humming sound, which made him smile.

"Soul integrity... 63%." Beast Hank's voice trembled. "Sage Trazyn is still missing 37% of his soul, my lord."

Trazyn's voice was a mixture of metallic friction and biological resonance, and he answered with a hint of confusion.

"But I feel good, better than ever."

"The Allspark is not omnipotent, Tarasim." Roxie stroked Tarasim's new body and said slowly.

"Your original souls have been devoured by the Star God, and the remaining soul fragments, combined with the soul bestowed upon you by the Spark Source, have merged together to form a brand new existence."

"You are not exactly the Trazyn I remember, as described in an ancient philosophical tale: The Ship of Theseus."

"If a ship's planks are continuously dismantled during use, and one day, the dismantled planks are complete enough, the planks of the ship can be pieced together."

"So we have two identical ships, but which of these two ships is the original one?"

Trazyn's fire temperature rose by 12%, the result of his thinking core working hard.

He was silent for three seconds, then burst into laughter.

"I don't need to tell which ship is me. I just know that both ships are me."

Trazyn has acquired a new life form. He is no longer just a string of highly intelligent data code, but a living, independent individual with a soul.

Most of his essence came from the collecting Trazyn, and a small part came from the soul essence given by the Fire Source.

In a sense, he is now both Necron and Cybertronian.

"Congratulations on your new life, Trazyn."

Luo Xi said sincerely, holding the other person's hand tightly.

Although the relationship between him and Trazyn was extremely complicated, it was neither a simple relationship of interest nor a pure appreciation of personality, perhaps it was a bit of both.

Even though they are allies at the moment, one day in the future, when the interests of the Necrons and humans clash, they may become enemies that will be forced to draw swords against each other.

But at least at this moment, Luo Xi was sincerely happy for Trazyn's rebirth.

"Words can't express my gratitude." Trazyn no longer showed that servile look.

"But I can swear to you that from now on, even if there is an irreconcilable conflict between you and my clan, I will stand by your side."

Luo Xi's pupils shrank slightly. It was very intriguing that Trazyn could say such words.

He did not directly ask the other party's opinion on this occasion, but nodded slightly and kept everything in mind.

"Today is a good day."

"The coalition government invited me to hold a Victory Day celebration."

"A week-long carnival will be held across the Earth to commemorate humanity's victory in the war against the gods and to remember the fallen warriors."

Trazyn smiled.

"How could I miss such a grand event?"

(End of this chapter)