Warhammer 40k, but I’m really not an angelic father!

But as the webway gate next to it opened again, even the Infinite One Trazyn was stunned at this moment.

He couldn't imagine who else could follow in his footsteps and come aboard this Eldar cruiser.

You know, even he, the Infinite One, took him a while to search for the exact location of this Eldar cruiser.

Originally, Guilliman was still asking about his adoptive mother's well-being, but the moment he heard the Webway gate open, he immediately went into combat mode.

But when he wanted to grasp the Sword of the Emperor, he found that his weapon was already in the hands of Sandales.

Due to the lack of a suitable weapon at hand, Guilliman had no choice but to activate the power gauntlet called the Hand of Domination, and pointed the large-caliber grenade launcher mounted on it in the direction of the webway.

He didn't know who the guy coming out of the webway was, but if he was someone who might pose a threat to his adoptive mother, he would open fire without hesitation and beat the other person into pieces!

Calgar and the Ever-Victorious Army, who followed the Primarch into the main control room, were also on high alert. They formed a thick human wall in front of Guilliman, and each of the Ever-Victorious Army held a large, heavy, and solid adamantine shield.

These are not your ordinary veterans of a victorious army.

Everyone who is qualified to enter the control room at this moment is a champion honed in countless battles.

On the battlefield, it can fight against the four gods and demons in a duel.

Perhaps they cannot defeat top-level beings like Carlos or Skarbrand, who need the Primarch to take action personally, but when facing some ordinary Warp Demons, their strength alone is more than enough.

Calgary's body, clad in the old-model heavy power armor, stood directly in front of Guilliman.

The finely crafted power gloves on his hands, called the Extreme Fists, have been activated. As long as any terrifying existence dares to emerge from the Webway Gate, he will immediately beat it into minced meat for the Father of Genes.

As the whistling sound in the webway got closer, everyone in the control room focused their attention at this moment.

In their sight, a black figure rushed out like a shadow, and then kicked Trazyn away from where he was standing.

Before the Infinite from the Necrons could react to what was happening, he found himself in the corner of the main control room.

The deep hole in his body indicated that he had just been attacked.

A trace of inexplicable anger ignited in his heart. No matter how good his temper was, he could not allow humans to insult him again and again.

But when Trazyn was about to punish these humans, the scene he saw instantly made him throw the idea of punishing them outside the Milky Way.

Instead, the idea was to use body-mounted image capture technology to quickly capture the scene.

The figure rushing out of the Webway was none other than the Night Haunter Konrad Curze, and slowly walking out behind him was the Eldar prophet technician who helped Curze activate the Webway gate.

Before she saw this scene, she still didn't understand why the Primarch would abandon his work and ask her to immediately open the nearest Webway gate.

But when she saw that this powerful Primarch was almost crying, even she, the prophetic technician of the Eldar, put aside the words she wanted to criticize him.

As elves, they were most sensitive to emotional fluctuations. When the complex emotions of ecstasy from regaining what had been lost and sadness intertwined with those of Koz came into her perception, she was speechless.

How could she possibly blame this powerful demigod when he was crying like a child because of his emotions?

But when she saw Tarasim lying in the corner, her original empathy with Curze suddenly became chaotic.

Why did this once ancient hostile race appear on their Eldar cruiser?

The warriors of the Shrine of the Screaming Banshees immediately raised their weapons and took alert upon seeing Trazyn. They recognized the adornment of the man before them, and he was one of the best even among the entire Necron race.

"Ma'am, are you alright? Have you been mistreated? My dream predicted your return, but I never thought you would actually come back!"

Koz's speed just now was so fast that it was indescribable.

Calgar had no way of seeing what Coze's posture was like when he rushed out. He only felt a flash before his eyes, and then Tarasim was kicked out.

And then, they felt a presence behind them, but when they turned around, they found that their genetic father had also been knocked away by the Primarch of the Night Lords.

The person squatting in front of Ms. Euton at this moment was the Night Haunter who had once threatened her with death.

"Calm down. Before I left, I asked you to go meet your real father. Did you go?"

"I did, ma'am, I went to see him, and he showed me a possible bright future."

"What else? I don't believe that guy with questionable parenting methods will only let you see the good side."

The object pointed out in this statement is already very clear.

But no one dared to reveal the real name of this object.

It seemed that the next answer made Coze feel a little uncomfortable to say, so the Night Haunter was considering whether to tell Ms. Euden everything.

But when he saw Euden's frown because of his intention to conceal the truth, even this Night Haunter who dared to kill on Nastramo finally chose to reveal everything he knew immediately.

"An ending, ma'am, an ending just for me."

"Let me guess, that's a bad outcome, isn't it?"

"Yes, ma'am, I saw a clean ending."

"Listen, Coze. My husband and I once dreamed about the future your real father showed us, but the future he showed us ultimately didn't come true. Do you understand me?"

Ms. Yuton didn't care at all that Coz's hair was stuck together by the wet cold water. She simply placed her somewhat skinny palm on the head of this poor big guy who, in her eyes, lacked care.

She and Connor had also seen the vision cast by the Lord of Mankind. That was Guilliman's future, a future where he could only plunge into endless war and darkness alone.

But now that illusion has not come true. His adopted son still has brothers around him, and his real blood brothers are still standing by his side.

This shows that even the vision predicted by the Lord of Humanity is not entirely correct, and there is no need for Koz to focus all his thoughts on the so-called destined death.

"As I always tell Robert, one should never give up hope of living, because only by living can you see the arrival of hope itself. If you give up, hope will never favor you."

"I know you grew up on a dark and terrifying planet, but if possible, I hope you can regard Macragge as your true home, because in my imagination, this is your home."

"Promise me you won't take that prophecy too seriously, okay?"

Ms. Yuton slowly brushed the messy hair on Coze's face behind his ears, revealing his handsome and fair face in the light.

If it weren't for his childhood experiences on Nastramo, Curze would have become a strong and loyal defender.

If the Vulkan she had met before was the embodiment of humanity itself, then Coze was the defender of the humanity and conscience that humans should possess.

This child with an infinite pursuit and yearning for true justice should have become Vulkan's closest brother, and they should have harmoniously discussed the glorious future of mankind together.

"Ahem, I know you have a deep bond, and I know you have a lot to say, but could you please finish your business with me first?"

"You're just leaving me, a collector, aside like this. It makes me look very embarrassed, you know?"

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Chapter 93: The Primarchs: Damn, the youngest one is the most favored!

(Today there will be two updates, totaling 12,000 words, this is 6,500 words)

(Also, does anyone recommend some games similar to Sins of a Solar Empire 2?)

When Trazyn's slightly dissatisfied voice sounded again, everyone turned their attention back to the silver skull. Coze looked at the guy who had snatched Ms. Euton away in front of him with hatred.

This guy snatched Ms. Yuton from the original Hera Fortress in the name of collection, and only released her today because he wanted to get more collections.

In the eyes of anyone who respects Ms. Euton, this behavior is enough to make him die eight hundred times.

"What do you want? What do you want from us?"

Koz looked at the Infinite One Tarasim with great vigilance. During his wandering time, he had dealt with many Necrons who slept in tombs every day. These guys were a top-notch powerful race back then.

The inscription of Trazyn the Infinite appeared in the Necron tomb that he had visited countless times.

You can easily figure out the other party's status and strength in this ethnic group.

"You finally listened to me. It was me who set her free, but you left me alone."

"But you were the one who took her away."

"Ha, naive."

Trazyn cleaned the dust hanging on his body and laughed at Curze's almost mindless words.

"If I hadn't captured her, she would have died in that chaotic war you fought. Your brother beside you is the best example of that."

"If this lady hadn't lived in my collection for ten thousand years, how many people would have targeted her for assassination?"

Taraxin gradually sat back on the chair where he had just sat while listening to music. To be honest, he quite liked this chair that could fly around.

No wonder that guy Szalak always likes to give himself the entire throne. It turns out that flying is such an interesting thing.

"Stop talking so much nonsense. What do you want from us?"

"Tsk tsk tsk, you have no patience at all! How can you grow into a powerful race like this? Although this lady is just a mortal in my eyes, what she said makes a lot of sense."

Sitting back in his chair, Trazyn looked at Coze, Calgar and others who were protecting Ms. Yuton with a playful look.

Even after ten thousand years, the young human race still hasn't learned that impatience is the original sin.

"Over these ten thousand years, countless wars within your human empire have erupted due to impatience and unverified information. Moreover, over these ten thousand years, your human empire has even regressed instead of advanced."

"If this had happened during the War in Heaven, you would have been wiped out long ago."

Curze knew what Trazyn meant by the War in Heaven.

As the only Primarch who could be commanded by the Emperor before Guilliman's awakening, he spent some time carefully studying the past that the Emperor had never revealed to his own descendants.

The record of the War in Heaven is part of it. This terrible war directly swept the two most ancient forces, the ancient saints and the star gods.

But today, the ancient saints have died out and the star gods have long since vanished.

Although there are many traces pointing out that it was the Necrons who finally stabbed the Star God in the back, the specific and detailed information is probably only known by the Eldar and the Necrons, two races that were based in different camps at the time.

"Don't worry, I'm not a bad person. I'm just a recorder of history, a collector who's willing to get his hands a little dirty for the sake of his collection. There's no need to treat me like an unforgivable sinner."

"After all, there's no direct conflict between you and me, right? Besides, I even helped you during the Cadia War."

Trazyn's eyes kept flickering over everyone in the control room, but he soon realized that the figure in red, who looked even less human than himself, had not appeared.

He was a smart guy. Not only did he quickly learn the basic usage of the black stone, he was even able to use the black stone to create new devices based on what he had learned.

He is indeed a promising talent. If he were in the Necrontyr era, Szalak would probably like him very much.

"Why didn't the great sage Kaul come? I am half his teacher after all. According to your human etiquette, he should come to see me."

"Caw has headed straight for the nearby Blackstone Depot. I'm not sure why he wanted to take command of the Mechanicus fleet during the meeting, but judging by what he said, he probably did so because there were enemies there."

It was Sandales who answered Trazyn, because the Mechanicus fleet was taken away from him by Cawl, that is, the elite Mechanicus fleet mixed with the mechanical ark of the Iron Wraith.

And Cawl was not the only Grand Magus of the Mechanicum who left Macragge on this trip.

As if in order to build up his own team, Cawl directly relied on the Black Stone technology he obtained from Trazyn to gain a foothold in the Yellow Springs No. 8 Forging World.

Even with this new and unique knowledge, many alien sages have joined his army, and it seems that they intend to use this method to fight against the Casting General of Mars.

For Trazyn, he didn't care about some of the actions of these humans, and of course he didn't care about Cawl's ultimate purpose of sharing Blackstone technology.

But a vague doubt still arose in his heart, and this doubt was about Kohl's motive for this action.

Why did this so-called great sage of humanity move so quickly?

Why did he head straight for a certain coordinate immediately after obtaining the Black Stone technology? Did he already know there was Black Stone there?

"Don't waste your time. You just want more collectibles, don't you? I have information about a good place to share with you."

Coze's impatient voice brought Trazyn's thoughts back to the things he needed to face now.

For Curze, he just wanted to kick the Necron away quickly and then welcome Lady Udon back to Macragge.

As for Guilliman?

Sorry, I'm not familiar with him.

"The Great Crystal Pyramid on Prospero, once the home of the 15th Legion, is now the flagship of the Thousand Sons Legion sailing through the Warp. This flagship houses a vast collection of artifacts collected during the Great Crusade and even over the past ten thousand years."

"Most of the collectibles you want can be found in that great crystal pyramid."

Although Trazyn knew that Coze wanted to use him as a knife, he still silently memorized the term "Great Crystal Pyramid" in his heart.

He could also accept the idea of starting a war for a collectible. If the things in the Great Crystal Pyramid were really as valuable as Coz said, then it wouldn't matter if he became the knife that started the war.

"You don't think this piece of information is enough to make me let Ms. Euton go, do you? There must be some other rewards to make up for my losses, right?"

Trazyn pondered the dangerous scepter in his hand, wondering what terms he should offer in return for releasing Lady Euden from his collection.

"Ah, I think I've thought of something. As a collector, I haven't yet collected any fragments of any Eldar god. How about you bring me a piece in the future to make up for today's transaction?"

When Trazyn's eyes swept over the Veliszar in Sandiles's hand, he suddenly remembered that he had not yet collected the fragments of the Eldar god.

Those gods existing in the Eldar realm were either eaten or abducted by the existence of the Warp, or hid in the Webway and disappeared. The fragments of Red Hand Khaine are particularly difficult to find, and it is difficult to collect them even if they are found.

It would be better to use these humans' hands to ask the Eldar for a piece of Khaine's fragment that has been sealed in the Eldar shrine. Then I can directly seal the Eldar shrine through the stasis stance, which can be regarded as a disguised way to fill the collection.

"This is impossible. The ancient hatred between our two races will not allow my compatriots to treat their former gods in this way."