I am the magnetic field maniac

A hurried voice sounded in the silent tomb, and with a rising shadow, Taraxin teleported over in his original form regardless of anything!

His wildly flickering light reveals the unremarkable heart of this galaxy's deadly psychopath...

"As you can see, Eternal One, I restored his soul to him."

Grid Skynet fiddled with a burning fire in his hand and laughed quietly...

"You can take it back for a thorough inspection. If you think this is a special case, I can do it for you a second time. As for the Figure King, I just want to make a trivial deal with you, hehe."

Grid Skynet paused and continued...

"If you let us go, of course I can stay here, because I was going to strike some special partnership with you anyway. I guess that's not an unacceptable deal, is it?"

Trazyn quickly regained his composure, or rather, he stopped being too impatient. He looked at the wailing lych guards on the ground and said quietly...

"Why don't I just be more direct and lock you up here?"

"Because you won't get the fire source then." Grid Skynet shrugged.

"It is true that I am trapped in this time loop. But every time I "rewind", I can still leave irreparable marks in my nanomachine storage array. If we are pushed to the limit, we can just go our separate ways."

"You can bet on whether your universe's best technology can drain my knowledge before then, but if you dare to bet, do others dare to bet?"

Trazyn was silent for a moment. Grid Skynet was right. Trazyn dared to gamble and was even happy to gamble...

After all, he is not the kind of person who cares about the survival of his race.

His care for his collection even surpasses his desire for the soul.

But other Necrons would not think so. He himself was already notorious among the entire Necrons...

If other Necrons knew that I dared to put my collection on the line with the revival of my race...

Trazyn didn't dare to bet whether the Silent King, who destroyed the Master Control Protocol, had left a backdoor in their bodies. After weighing it over and over again, Trazyn could not help but say...

"You impressed me, visitor from another world."

He slowly stepped back, and the Scepter of Empathy and Annihilation in his hand struck the ground with a crisp sound.

Soon, a large number of underworld scarabs and undead warriors rushed in and surrounded them...

"But we want to verify your interesting technology." Trazyn looked at the wailing lych guard being carried away and said politely...

"Then please stay here for a while. It's a pity that we don't have any hospitality for the living, but I'm sure you won't mind."

Without saying anything, Angron just silently put away the black sword. Although he didn't want to use his brain, he was not brainless. If he wanted to kill at this moment, it would be a foolish act.

These Necrons have technology that can curb the power of magnetic fields, and a force of 700,000 horsepower is not invincible here.

A complete Necron dynasty, unless the evil god sends a deus ex machina...it is impossible for two weak primarchs to kill it.

The army of the dead receded like the tide, leaving only them in this cold prism museum.

Amidst the countless black stones emitting a gleaming green light and the collections restrained in a static position, the three of them were silent for a long time before they spoke.

"Where are you from?" Fugen asked cautiously, looking at the Skynet grid in front of him...

"I told you, it's just another world." Grid Skynet shrugged.

"It's not a difficult concept to understand, is it? And who I am is not important. What matters most is what I do."

Fulgrim looked at Angron beside him. It was obvious that his reborn brother knew a lot.

But he didn't care. He just found a place to lie down and used his black sword as a pillow behind his head. He said casually...

"What are you worrying about? The empire is already so rotten, how can it get any worse?"

Fulgrim's expression was still full of worry. He was different from Angron, who had completely given up. Although he was just a "copy", he was still the Phoenix who cared about humanity during the Great Crusade.

He knew what a powerful race the Necrons were... Compared to them, humans and the Eldar were not worthy of being called a Fallen Empire.

Their weakness is due to the dispersion of their power and the mental damage caused by long sleep, but if they were united...

There is no doubt that the technology of the Allspark will make it possible to bring all the undead together under one banner...

And when that time comes, when the old overlords want to regain their position in the universe, what should humans do?

Also, what is that AI life that claims to be from the Eternal Kingdom of God in outer universe and who is he and the so-called "God Emperor" behind him?

What kind of magnetic field force do they bring?

“Angron…”

Fugen looked at his brother and wanted to continue asking...

However, he only saw the ugly face of Angron lying on his back, fast asleep.

Fugen's face kept twitching, and he took several breaths to suppress his violent emotions.

He found himself realizing for the first time what could irritate him more than the Khan's bad mouthing and Leman Russ's scoundrelliness.

That's the brother who's giving up!

This bastard who is playing badly has really decided to keep playing badly!

But what else could Purple Peacock do? He could only sigh and sit cross-legged, then stare at the arc of electricity jumping in his palm without saying a word.

The origin of this power is unknown... but it is indeed very powerful! And perhaps, he can use this power to wash away his shame and redeem his mistakes...

Go kill him, kill Fulgrim!

Fugen's eyes were bloodshot, and he adjusted his breathing so as not to let the pain burn his burning heart.

He felt humiliated, and the memories that did not belong to him were tormenting him every moment of his life!

Killed Ferrus, killed his best brother! He degenerated into an incurable monster, rebelled against his ideals and his father, and made an irreparable mistake!

Every wrong choice was tormenting her. Even though Fugen knew that he was not the real Purple Phoenix... this might only torment him even more.

"Don't think too much." Angron suddenly opened his eyes and looked at Fulgrim, saying calmly...

"If you want to kill the snake, don't think too much about it, and don't question whether you are the real Fulgrim.

It's just a name, a fucking code name, you don't have to think about right or wrong, or any bullshit like atonement or anything like that."

"I'm not you. I can't live that simply." Fugen shook his head and then smiled slightly...

"Angron, I never thought you would be able to persuade me one day."

“Perhaps. I’ve never been too lazy to think about complicated issues.” Angron turned over and said casually and impatiently…

“All I have to know is that I’m going to do what I think is right.”

"The right thing to do..." Fugen muttered to himself, his eyes gradually becoming blurred...

86. Release the Figure

"After careful consideration, I agree to your permission."

In front of the throne of the Tomb World, Overlord Taraxin received Grid Skynet with the highest standard that his status could provide, and responded cautiously and seriously to his request for a transaction.

"Only in the name of the overlord of the Nihilak Dynasty, I will conclude an offensive and defensive agreement with the Eternal Kingdom represented by you. You will purchase the technology and combat application of our dynasty in exchange for the fire source technology."

"It's my honor." Grid Skynet said with a happy smile.

He stepped forward and presented a constantly rotating, unstable replica of the Allspark with both hands, and Trazyn's living metal arms trembled slightly as he took it.

Trazyn had no choice but to be cautious, as this was the best way for their race to revive and regain their identity and their lives.

He had examined his lych guards in great detail over the past few days, and it turned out that he had indeed obtained a "soul".

Although the body is still in the state of living metal, it is shaped into the appearance of him when he was alive. He has vivid senses, but it is still very different from when they were Necrontyr.

He still remembers his past, but his memories as a Necron are not as clear as those as a Necron.

But this is understandable, as the era of the Necrontyr was countless tens of millions of years ago.

Even Trazyn's memory matrix has forgotten many things from the past...

But no matter what, the fact of having a "soul" itself is enough to drive the undead crazy!

Trazyn himself was a little impatient to use this technology on himself, but he still resisted the urge.

Even Trazyn, who actually didn't care much about having a soul, was so out of control, let alone other undead.

The ancient covenant of "Attack and Defense Agreement" is basically equivalent to treating other races as allies rather than slaves. It is a very rare covenant agreement in the long history.

The fact that Trazyn dared to bypass his own Pope and even other Undead Dynasties to make such an agreement with an unknown civilization and race is enough to show the importance of this thing!

Of course, Trazyn must also, as a cautious scholar, summon some trustworthy dynasties to conduct deeper research and master the fire technology... Trazyn is even ready to set off to find the Silent King outside the Milky Way.

So, although he was very reluctant, Trazyn had to put aside the things he had originally planned to do and the collections he wanted to collect, and do this big thing that concerned the entire race.

He was afraid that he didn't have time to rush to Cadia. He had originally wanted to go there and take a piece of the Human Empire and then take Abaddon out for collection...

"In fact, if Lord Trazyn wants to collect it, he can go to the universe where our Eternal Kingdom belongs in the future."

Observing the reason why Trazyn was unhappy, Grid Skynet immediately said...

"There are many interesting and vivid civilizations and historical relics in our universe. Rather than letting them perish in the flames of war, it would be better for you, Lord Trazyn, to collect them."

"That's right. The life of a species is no more than a twinkling of the sun, but civilization can be preserved until the heat death of the universe if it is properly preserved."

Having obtained exactly what he needed, Trazyn seemed to be in a much better mood, playing with the cube in his hand and laughing in a low voice...

"Although I would like to invite you to visit my universe immediately, but this universe, your hometown, also needs to be tidied and cleaned up."

Grid Skynet said with a hint of meaning, while Fulgrim spoke directly, looking at Trazyn with a sharp gaze and said...

"We would like to take some of your museum's collections!"

"In return, we will bring you sufficient rewards when we get there," Angron said carelessly.

"You just give us some of the less valuable items in your collection... and we'll give you some of the 'out-of-print' items you can't get."

"for example?"

"Old Bacon's hair," Angron said, shockingly.

"I know you've always wanted to collect that old thing. I don't have the ability to take anything important from him... but if my plan goes well, it shouldn't be a problem to get even a hair from him.

Of course, the premise is that there is still a hair left on the old guy's head... If there is no hair left, I can just get you some more from him."

“Hahaha.” Trazyn seemed to be amused by Angron, and the green light between his bones glowed slightly... But he was in a good mood, and he also had a new idea...

"Not a bad offer, but I think you should have other options."

As Trazyn spoke, he gently waved his hand, and then a magnificent picture of the Milky Way appeared before them... But in that magnificent picture, there was a dirty color that could not be erased.

"That's...Ultramar?"

Fugen immediately recognized the area covered by the filth in the galactic landscape and said in a serious tone...

"Not only that." Trazyn said seriously, and then showed an even more terrifying scene.

It looked as if a sharp saw had torn open the throat of the Milky Way - the star map was bleeding, and the surrounding space became red and swollen like injured flesh.

A scarlet crack creeps beneath the galaxy's surface, like an infection spreading along a vein.

No one can notice it, not even the creatures living within the range of this red cloud, but it is as real as internal bleeding.

And this crack originated from a huge wound in the galaxy.

A wound torn open by the Old Ones in the War in Heaven, stitched together by the Necrons, and later opened again by the unscrupulous Eldar.

Many ignorant humans mistakenly believe that the Great Rift was created by the Fall of the Eldar, but in fact the Eldar did not have that ability. Even if Slaanesh was born, it would not be enough to tear such a veil between the galaxy and the physical universe.

The one who came up with this thing was actually the Ancient Saints of the War in Heaven who tried to directly interfere with the material world from the non-material world...

They used their power to tear open a permanent black hole in the physical universe leading to two planes... and this rift was then stitched back together by the Necrons using the Burner's technology... but the rift that had been opened always permanently weakened the connection between the two planes.

Therefore, the ugly situation in the Warp today is not only the responsibility of the C'tan and the Necrons, the Old Ones do not play a very glorious role in it.

This wound is now known to humans as the Eye of Terror, and now it seems ready to trigger the fault line that will split the entire galaxy in two.

"The Eye of Terror, you are definitely familiar with it. That place was torn apart by the Old Saints to attack the Star Gods and us, and then it was sewed together by us using the Tomb Killers, but later it was cut apart again by those Aida." Trazyn flipped the galaxy image that imitated the brilliant star map and said very seriously...

"A catastrophe is about to happen from there, and the gap between the psychic dimension and the real dimension will become narrow. Someone must stop them from doing something. If your God-Emperor cannot rise, I was going to take on this responsibility."

Would an alien thief have such kindness? Fulgrim thought so in his heart, but he didn't think Trazyn was lying.

He may be an alien, or he may be from a damned race, but he does have a responsibility, a responsibility for the entire galaxy and even the real universe.

As a member of the physical universe, the Necrons would never be happy to be covered and polluted by the filth from the Supreme Heaven.

"I don't have time to do anything now, and the change in fate has also reduced my room for intervention." Trazyn continued, zooming in on the filth in Ultramar and continued...