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The planet of Calth, which is famous for its shipbuilding capabilities, was naturally assigned a large number of heavy shipbuilding tasks.

Aether Giant Worm? "Taraxin's data center analyzed the text descriptions and precious video information collected from humans about this alien giant beast, and a sense of curiosity arose spontaneously.

"Perhaps my museum still lacks a large collection of sufficient weight to serve as the treasure of the museum..."

With these thoughts in mind, Tarazim boarded his own ship, left Calth, and returned to the tomb world of Solemnas.

Chapter 311: Almighty Mechanical God

The Shroud Light Cruiser left Ultramar and traveled all the way to the tomb world of Solemnath. Trazyn returned to his museum with a dusty face. In the hall where many collections were displayed, he opened the rune black box containing the relic "Transcriber".

The shape of the transcriber was a dark black 2nd level magic cube, with simple and gorgeous bright purple characters flowing on it. The size was just right for the Necromancer to hold in one hand, which made Trazyn more convinced that this treasure should not belong to the Star Bullet, but should be properly preserved in his own hands.

Trazyn used his silver-white living metal hands to constantly stroke the glittering transcriber, and sometimes held it to his nose and rubbed it continuously. The Undead Overlord showed an irrepressible infatuation in front of this treasure, like a human male stroking a woman's thigh.

"Praise you, Transcriber! Great Transcriber... You have recorded the endless history so amazingly, and depicted the past in front of the world in an incredible way..." Trazyn was so excited that non-existent tears flowed. He only regretted that he did not have a tongue that could probe into the cracks of this treasure to taste its flavor carefully...

When Trazyn was indulging in the ecstasy of obtaining the relic, a notification message was sent back from the outer realm system of the tomb world Solemnas.

"Are there other dead spirit ships visiting?"

Trazyn paused and placed the transcriber carefully on a carefully prepared stasis field display stand, in the center of all the collections. The collections of the Endless were numerous and complex, including a living Custodian created by the Emperor himself, a loyalist Luna Wolves squad that mysteriously disappeared during the Horus Heresy, and an ancient broken sword that was said to have belonged to the Eldar...

And, a mask that once belonged to the Primarch Sanguinius.

The great collector walked calmly past the pieces of collection that were stored in static state, and casually called out the monitoring interface.

The few ships that broke into the alert range of the autonomous guard system of the Tomb of Solemnas were indeed of Necromancer style, but after careful observation, Trazyn could not tell which Necron dynasty these ships belonged to.

These ships did not carry or have any emblems of the Emperor of the Undead Dynasty, nor did they send any messages to announce their identities to Trazyn's tomb. They just stayed quietly at the edge of the tomb's security range, waiting for Trazyn's response.

Suddenly, Trazyn noticed something.

It's not that these Undead ships don't have any emblems or totems, but the emblems they wear are so unfamiliar that it mistook them for decorative patterns.

It is an abstract geometric figure composed of five line segments of different lengths. Each line segment that constitutes the figure is straight when viewed individually, but as long as you zoom out a little and observe its overall configuration, you will feel that these straight line segments have turned into curved yarns, entangled with each other to form a hollow sphere with air leaking on all sides.

"I have never seen any dynasty use such a pattern as its totem." Trazyn sent a message to the undead ships in confusion: "Uninvited guests, in the name of the ruler of the Tomb of Solemnas, I need you to report your names."

Trazyn's question was quickly answered:

"Dear Overlord, please accept our most sincere greetings. We have found ourselves under the guidance of the God of All Machines and embraced a new existence of true freedom and soul. Please do not call us Necrons. We are - free people."

Looking at the reply that came so quickly, Taraxin was stunned for a long time.

"The God of All Things? Isn't that what humans believe in?"

There are actually undead who believe in the God of All Things? They even claim that they have found themselves and gained freedom?

Unreasonable guys... It's a shame for the Necrontyr. Trazyn subconsciously wanted to use his self-defense weapons to drive these ignorant guys out of his territory, but then he changed his mind and became curious about how soulless undead could have faith.

You know, ordinary low-level undead individuals don’t even have a complete personality and logic, so how can they have faith in a virtual god?

"Dear Overlord, please allow us to take up some of your time to introduce you to our Father and Savior, the Almighty Mechanical God, the Creator of the Void, the Soul Shaper of the Infinite Circuit - the Clay Artist!"

What the hell is going on... Listening to these inexplicable descriptions, Trazyn became more and more curious about these undead spirits who believed in the God of All Things. Soon, it granted these undead ships with geometric patterns permission to enter the tomb world.

As the Free Men's ships sailed into the phase space controlled by Trazyn, at the same time, a strange prompt came from the tomb's sensor network.

[Intelligent life detected entering the tomb]

"Hmm?" Tarasim restarted the background process of the tomb sensor network and saw the same result.

[Intelligent life has been detected entering the tomb, location...]

What's going on... Are there humans hiding in their ships? Trazyn speculated.

Due to the strong correlation between biological souls and the subspace, the alarm system and sensor network of the Tomb of Solemnas actually have the function of detecting subspace signals in the nearby area. What now appears in front of Trazyn is the special prompt that the tomb system will give when it detects a living creature with the concept of "soul" entering the tomb.

Soulless Necrons cannot trigger subspace signal receivers.

Naturally, Trazyn felt that there might be some red-robed villains from the Imperial Mechanicus hiding in the ships of these ignorant undead who believed in the omnipotent Mechanical God.

This should be the case, and it can only be this way. After all, Trazyn can't judge that it was the "free men" themselves who triggered the subspace sensors that only respond to biological souls, right?

There is absolutely no possibility of that...

With a complex mix of anger, curiosity, and contempt, Trazyn watched the freeman's ship stop outside the tomb. A dozen Necrons wearing metallic robes with light blue grid circuits on their bodies walked out of the cabin.

Trazyn walked forward holding his scepter of empathy and annihilation. Behind him, the subspace signal detector for living creatures had quietly started to operate.

"It's an honor to meet you! Respected Overlord, thank you again for allowing us to have the blessing of spreading the gospel of the Almighty Mechanical God to our fellow Necrontyr..." The leading free man spoke generously and passionately, and the pronunciation of every word was full of emotion.

From its expressionless metal face, Trazyn could sense an emotion called 'joy'.

Trazyn lowered his head, and the detector showed that there were 13 soul creatures standing in front of him.

There were exactly 13 'free men' who walked down from the cabin.

"I am very interested in the 'Almighty Mechanical God' that you believe in." Trazyn said immediately.

Chapter 312 The proposition of existence

It was obvious that the free men were very devout in their belief in the 'Almighty Machine God', to the point of fanaticism. The way these metal skeletons danced while praising the Machine God gave Trazin an extremely familiar feeling, as if...

It seemed as if the people in front of him were not the Necrons but a group of crazy humans shouting "Sacrifice your skull to the Golden Throne".

After enduring hours of immersive dancing, Trazin roughly figured out the general situation of the Freeman organization.

Most of the members of the Free People's Organization once belonged to the Sotec dynasty.

The Sautec dynasty is famous for its bellicose aggression and powerful combat power. It is one of the most powerful necromancy dynasties. Many small dynasties are vassalized under the powerful Sautec dynasty like stars holding the moon. A 'Libera' dynasty who came into contact with clay artists was one of them.

Those low-level Necrons who did not even have the ability to think fully awakened their self-awareness with the help of clay artists, and completed the promotion of their life levels under the inspiration of the Almighty Mechanical God. They obtained a 'soul' in the true sense - that This is what the soulless undead named Ulpel declares.

As for the nature of the souls of the free people, Trazyn has secretly used various instruments to test them.

All in all, the Liberela dynasty woke up because of the arrival of clay artists.

The disintegrated dynasty was reorganized into the current free people organization. Having tasted the taste of freedom, they could no longer bear to continue to exist as a vassal of the Sotec Dynasty, and even scorned the Council of the Three Saints headed by the Silent King.

They just want to spread the gospel of the Almighty Mechanic God to the entire galaxy and liberate more Necrontyr compatriots from the enslavement of the backward system.

"So, you want to convince me to join you in overthrowing the Sotek Dynasty and the Storm King?" Trazyn stared at the Necrons in front of him and spoke calmly.

"Not just the Storm King, respected overlord." The former tomb maintainer of the Libera Dynasty and now the free missionary, 'Ulpel' nodded slightly to Trazin and said: "All those who have committed crimes of oppression against mechanical life Feudal rulers are all our enemies."

I understand, in addition to the Storm King, you also want to overthrow the Silent King... Trazin did not answer and motioned for Ulpel to continue.

So the other party continued: "With our continued operation, almost all the vassal dynasties of the brutal Sotek Dynasty have converted to the great almighty mechanical god and become our partners. I believe you will be the next one.

All mechanical beings who have personally experienced the grace of the Almighty Mechanical God will feel His generosity, love, and greatness..."

I've had enough of this fanatic sermon. Trazyn waved his hand and said, "Isn't it about time we talked about the nature of your souls?"

Ulpel's movements froze: "What do you mean?"

Trazin spread his hands, and the light flickered in his empty metal eyes: "I have detected your 'souls'. Indeed, you are now connected to the subspace, and your consciousness is reflected on the surface of the Sea of ​​Souls. It is extremely clear. During the conversation just now, I secretly used a variety of instruments to conduct multiple tests on your body. From the test results to the psychic waveform feedback, everything is the same as the soul of intelligent creatures, but."

It has to be said.

"It is true that you do have souls. The god named Clay Artist did not deceive you. However, we all know that the Necrontyr became extinct tens of millions of years ago." Trazyn's voice was mixed with a slight rustling sound, and he said faintly: "The Star God ate us and feasted on our souls, so--"

"Did the clay artist restore your original soul, or did he insert a new soul with your memories into this mechanical body?"

"Or ask it another way."

"Are you Urpel, who was thrown into the bio-conversion furnace and died tragically tens of millions of years ago, or a brand new life that inherited Urpel's memory?"

Trazyn crossed his arms and looked calmly at the Free Men diplomat in front of him.

The Endless watched as Urpel's arms, which were dancing with enthusiasm, slowly dropped down, as if his originally passionate emotions had turned into depression.

Ulpel clenched his fists and said softly: "Is there any difference?"

Trazin nodded slightly: "Yes."

"But we have no other choice, Endless One." Ulpel shook his head and emphasized: "We have been sleeping in the tomb for tens of millions of years. Your Excellency, you ruling class have the largest supply of resources. , you can use the most advanced body and the most complete personality logic chip to retain your original memory to the greatest extent, so you can choose this and that in front of me at this moment."

"But we didn't, Endless One. Thousands of low-level Necrontyrs like me were forced into the biological transformation furnace, and their flesh and soul were offered to the Star God as sacrifices. Their broken personalities were roughly stuffed into even their personality data. Among the low-level machines that cannot be completely recorded, no one has asked us if we are willing to serve as the war machine of the Silent King."

"Many of the Necrons at the bottom don't even have complete self-awareness. They are confused, crazy, and don't even know what Necrontyr is. We have no choice, or in other words, believing in clay artists is our only choice."

Looking at the flames dancing in Urpel's eyes, Tracin pondered for a moment and tapped the table lightly with his left hand.

"I will not allow a new race to rise on the ashes of the Necrons, and I don't want you, a group of monsters born from the gods, to survive in the name of the Necrontyr." Trazin said slowly: "As for what you said How are those low-level Necron’s doing…do you really think I care?”

What gave you the illusion that a Necron overlord would care about the lives of others? Loving clay artist?

"You..." Ulpel looked fiercely.

"Hmph -" Trazin picked up its staff of empathic annihilation, and the etheric energy gathered at the tip of the staff.

The atmosphere in the tomb is extremely tense, the two sides are at war with each other, and the conflict between the free men and the endless ones may break out at any time.

At this time, a strong electromagnetic pulse surge struck, interrupting the stalemate between the two sides.

The pulse was so strong that it fluctuated regularly like a tide, as if conveying some information, but its range was so huge that it encompassed the entire Tomb Planet of Solemnas.

Trazin called up the surveillance sensors and showed the scene outside the tomb:

A huge ring-shaped machine is hovering over Solemnath's star, and a huge amount of energy is condensed at the center of the ring.

War starships of various sizes hovered around the ring-shaped machine, aiming their guns at the floating probes released into outer space by Trazyn.

The huge regular electromagnetic pulse was decoded, and its content was a human spoken language:

"We will destroy you."

Chapter 313 The Battle for No Change

It was an attack, a sudden attack from humans.

The human fleet took the initiative to launch an attack on the Necron tomb world.

"How brave!" The tip of the scepter of Empathy and Annihilation in Trazin's hand fell heavily on the floor, making a clanging metallic sound. It was angry, it was stunned, it felt unbelievable. How could a mere human being be so arrogant as to dare to offend the majesty of the undead overlord?

What makes Trazin even more strange is that the main body of its tomb is obviously hidden in the phase space by the phase shift unique to the undead. In the real universe, Solemnas is just an ordinary rocky planet.

How did humans determine the coordinates of its tomb?

Aren't humans at war with the Eldar now?