I am the magnetic field maniac

Just like his goal when he was once a slave and longed for a higher power!

The Empire has been rebuilt, though it is ruled by two apes who have absolutely nothing to do with legitimacy - but it doesn't matter, Malekith will serve them and be loyal to them!

And in the end, he will take back everything that belongs to him - not just Comoros, he will become the Phoenix King! !

It doesn't matter whether he has Asuryan's blessing or not. What he desires is the supreme power, the power that is symmetrical with strength, the power to rule over everything!

Lakas was very satisfied with Malekith now, so he gave him another gift.

"Come, Malekith, let me give you a gift, a gift that will allow you to quickly stand out in the Eternal Court."

Lakas laughed hoarsely as he led Malekith to the deepest part of the Flesh and Blood Laboratory. Here, under the dim light, dark monsters were bred in the transparent artificial uterine walls attached to both sides.

"these are……"

"Magnetic field biological weapon, they call him the devil." Lakas grinned and showed his sharp teeth.

"Interesting war beasts. They have very novel design concepts and crude biological applications. But it doesn't matter. I will gradually improve them, and these weapons will be the new capital for your rise."

Malekith said nothing. He stroked the slightly sticky texture of the transparent uterine wall and smiled softly at Valosian's creepy expression...

"The Eldar Empire will become great again!"

80. The First Collector in the Galaxy

"The Eldar Empire will become great again!"

Staring at those demons, caressing the sticky uterine wall, feeling the powerful magnetic field force that penetrated through the barrier...

Malekith, feeling refreshed, seemed to be able to imagine a future in which he would unify the galaxy.

Lakas looked at Malekith and smiled without saying anything. He left here and quietly came to an inconspicuous lounge.

This is not prepared for him. The Grand Master is not a loser who needs to rest after work. This place is prepared for the guests.

However, there are not many people who are qualified to be Lakas's guests, but the person in front of him is definitely one of them.

"It's been a while since I last saw you, but your place is still so dirty and messy. Don't you guys with pointy ears know how to clean it up?"

The person who spoke was an ordinary-looking Dark Eldar, who was holding a cup of tea and pretending to pour it into his mouth. Lakas glanced at him, pulled out a chair and sat down casually, saying...

"We don't have time to waste on meaningless things. After all, our people are not like you. We have no souls, so of course we don't care about time."

"Are you trying to provoke me? You know it's meaningless." Lakas's guest put down his teacup and smiled softly.

"Forget it, let's get to the point. You know why I asked you to come here. You broke our agreement."

"Promise? Trazyn, our agreement only exists when I take the initiative to release the fragment of the Star God."

Lacas smirked at his guest, the famous collector in the galaxy...

"But did I release them? No, I just moved them to another active prison."

"I think it might be safer to be locked up in someone else's body than to be locked up in one place."

"As you wish." Trazyn sighed, but didn't seem to care...

Of course he didn't care. Although he was the overlord of the Necrons, he obviously cared more about his collection than the glory of his race that had long disappeared and the racial tendencies that he himself could not even remember whether he had or not.

From the War in Heaven to the present, there are so many things that Trazyn doesn't care about.

Even if Aida regarded them as mortal enemies, he could still become limited friends with a weirdo like Lacas.

The universe will one day die and entropy will increase, but when that day comes, perhaps Trazyn will still be "alive".

So why should you care, why should you bother?

Moreover, those two pieces of Star God fragments are destined not to cause much trouble. So what if there is really trouble?

It was definitely not the turn of a weak museum director like him to solve the problem.

"You don't seem to be interested in those visitors from other worlds?"

"I am quite interested in them themselves." Taraxin said calmly

"But as for their special abilities? Interesting, but that's about it."

He spoke frankly, but this revealed Trazyn's confidence as a Necron.

Even if one is a person with a strong magnetic field, unless he becomes the ultimate strong man...it is difficult for him to be cared about by such an old monster who has survived the War in Heaven to this day.

He had personally experienced the war that had turned the entire universe into chaos, followed the Silent King to smash the gods that enslaved them, and witnessed the power of the Star Gods... and even those with strong magnetic fields were not enough to make them change color.

Perhaps the future changes in the universe will undergo great changes with the existence of these powerful beings - but so what? Their existence and civilization will still stand until the last moment.

The height of civilization they had once reached was something that no race today could ever reach... Whether it was humans or the Eldar, the peak of their civilization combined was less than half of their peak power, or even less.

Their opponent in the War in Heaven was the God of Creation who shaped the entire Supreme Heaven... and then they turned around and shattered the God of Reality who enslaved them.

Even though much of their civilization has fallen, the technology and power they possess still allow them to stand proudly at the top of the galaxy.

Is the Eye of Terror, which the Eldar fear, and the Reality Rift, which troubles Humanity, a problem for the Necrons?

The Blackstone Fortress they created countless years ago has sealed the Eye of Terror for ten thousand years, and Abaddon's thirteen expeditions...

It was nothing more than an attempt to move those relics sealed to heaven out of their original locations.

In the final analysis, whether it is humans or the Eldar in the entire galaxy...

The problems they fear and cannot cope with are not problems for the Necrons.

Those chaotic forces and the evil gods behind them are just problems in the eyes of the Necrons, and they always have ways to solve them.

But they don't care, they just want to regain their souls after waking up from a long sleep of ten thousand years.

This is not arrogance, but a matter of course, because even in the worst situation, the Necrons only need to unify their divided dynasties to unleash enough power to deal with any disaster.

"You are not here to call me to task, nor are you here to get the collection. What on earth are you doing here?"

Lakas was somewhat jealous of Trazyn's confidence. He crossed his arms and continued speaking...

"I want to witness this historic moment with my own eyes." Trazyn used the Heart-Locking Beetle to control this flesh body and laughed, waving his hand mockingly...

"I want to see the eternal "queen" of the foreign race who restored the Eldar Empire unify the entire empire. Wow - the scene must be very interesting."

This was Trazyn's hobby, he liked to collect precious historical moments and preserve interesting things. If possible, he even wanted to keep the precious history in his collection forever.

Of course, not now, because only after history has completed its glorious side will everything that happened at that time be worth recording.

Like the historical scenes in Trazyn's collection, such as the death of Sun Commander Macharius and the last Ark Council of Idaho Craft World.

"And the world outside is very lively right now." Trazyn continued

"A pollution scar that spans the galaxy should have torn the entire galaxy apart in a few years, but now the situation has changed. The future has become unpredictable, and even Orkan, the charlatan, cannot reach that future node."

Speaking of this, Trazyn felt quite happy about the misfortune. After all, it was very rare to see his old enemy being defeated...

"The war you call the End Times is coming, but I say it's not that bad." Trazyn laughed.

"Civilization can never escape the laws of birth, aging, sickness and death. Only when decaying things are destroyed can they be reborn, right? But no matter what, I will definitely not be bored in the next few years... I will also have plenty of time to pursue my precious collections..."

Having said that, Trazyn laughed wildly and turned off the control of the Heartlock Beetle.

The dark elf's eyes immediately became blank, and he walked out stiffly like a machine.

Lakas watched the body leave. His sharp nails scratched his skin, leaving a bloodless wound. His distorted face revealed a look of deep thought...

He knew that the cunning thief must be planning something.

To be honest, Trazyn doesn't really like transmitting consciousness...

The process of transferring one's consciousness from one body to another is like free falling through a planet's atmosphere.

He controlled the body of a lych guard from another dynasty that he had taken over, stretched out his limbs, and liquid flowed out of his metal skin.

Trazyn rearranged the armor of the body, and the war scythe of the lynch guard turned into his own scepter. Even in his own dynasty, Trazyn was accustomed to not using his body often.

"How's the situation?"

He casually asked the lich captain in front of him, and after a few flashes of green light, the latter realized that it was his overlord who was talking to him, so he replied...

"They are still there, my lord."

"Perhaps I should lock them both up there. A Primarch without a body and a Primarch with only a body, they are a perfect match, aren't they?" Trazyn stroked his metal chin and squinted.

An interface popped up in front of Trazyn, and what was projected was two figures running rampant in his museum...

One of them was a man about three meters tall with long red hair, wearing a vest cloak of poor taste, and holding a long sword wrapped in chains in his hand.

The other one was wearing a purple-gold power armor with a ceramic steel shell, and his long pure white hair danced in the wind, like a handsome and proud peacock.

Trazyn snorted softly. These two guys - or one guy to be exact - had been wreaking havoc since they broke into his museum... but because of the four-dimensional cubic maze, they could never escape from this place.

If an ordinary person dared to mess up Trazyn's museum, he would definitely be torn to pieces... But when such a special collection was delivered to his door, it was hard for Trazyn not to feel envious.

Maybe I should keep him? Trazyn did think so. After all, the two guys were a perfect match.

A body without its original body, a soul without its original body. Although they are incompatible, they are both excellent collectibles...

However, Trazyn was prepared to observe, before they caused irreparable damage - Trazyn wanted to find out two things.

First, how did the guy who was suspected to be the Primarch Angron suddenly run into Sonamules' pocket dimension?

Second, how great can the force of magnetic field rotation be?

"Seal the door, Chief Technician..." The captain of the witch guard's security protocol bypassed the normal chain of command, "Sir, call the legion in."

“And let my collection of historical artifacts be blown up by Gauss guns?” Trazyn snorted. “I don’t think so. Maybe we should call in some Death Mark.”

"Sir." The technician wrote down with a pen, somewhat annoyed. The Great Hibernation had damaged his grammar matrix, and he could no longer remember information unless he wrote it down.

"I diagnosed a 'connection failure'. The Legion did not complete the last report. I am not sure if we can still call in the Death Mark."

"I'm handling it." Trazyn flowed his consciousness into the link network through the underground river-like cables and pipes.

Then Trazyn paused his mental algorithm, causing the data in his mind to pile up and get caught up in all directions, with past and present memories overlapping, and he got himself out before the coding of his consciousness became chaotic.

Trazyn rubbed his chin, rubbing his alloy fingers over the aged and weathered death mask.

He called up a glyph panel and scanned the diagnostics. It was fine, but they couldn't get any data from where they were, and the shadow clock was two minutes behind planetary time. Apparently, a glitch had slipped into the link, slowing the whole system.

Interesting, who is doing this? Trazyn was quite curious, because he didn't think that with the little technology humans had, they could cause the commander's world's technology matrix to malfunction.

Feeling amused, Trazyn immediately gave up the body, and after a feeling of free fall, he connected to a collection in his museum.

"better than nothing."

Trazyn stepped out of the exquisite stance, feeling the vitality of this body... He straightened the pointed hat with the mark of the Inquisition on his head, and adjusted the finely crafted bolt crossbow in his hand.

The human body is not suitable for fighting, but Trazyn is not going to fight. It is better to say that this Inquisitor's body is more suitable for communicating with these Primarchs who are worshipped as gods.

Well - although the owner of this body is a woman, and an atheist.

81. Angron's New Life

"Fuck it, blast them away!!"

With irritation and anger, Angron punched the mechanical skeleton in front of him that was glowing green all over... The violent magnetic field force immediately broke the living metal body into pieces.

But this is meaningless, because in a few seconds this undead will be recovered by his tomb due to the activation of the protocol, and then recreated and sent to the battlefield.

"I hate bloodless battles!" he said angrily.

"Brother, haven't you already escaped from Khorne's control? Why are you still so thirsty for blood?"

That elegant and proper tone, with an indescribable superiority, sounded beside Angron... and at the same time, a Licat that tried to jump out for a sneak attack was cut off by his sword.

Angron said nothing, and simply punched the unreasonable purple peacock with a powerful punch.

The opponent dodged Angron's attack easily, and his own sword blade was actually wrapped with a layer of electric arc light, ready to counterattack at any time.

"Shut your mouth!" Angron responded angrily.

"And you are not the real Fulgrim, you are a clone! And don't call me brother, I have nothing to do with that mummy!"

Fulgrim sighed sadly and simply used his sword to crush all the Tyranid swarms in front of him.

Why was Angron here? It was purely an accident.

His life in the Sintira Hive was very good, or at least he was very happy.

He fulfilled his promise and went to Shangchao to kill all the nobles and governor officers who displeased him...

And after killing one-fifth of the planetary defense forces, he took over the power that belonged to the Empire.