Until the battle report of Volgatok was delivered to Salmin, [The living planet has been intercepted, Volgatok is under attack by the Great Rainfather of Nurgle, requesting the use of chemical weapons, and urgently needing the support of the Light Spear warships. ] The battle line has no connection with individuals anymore, and everyone is part of the great cornerstone of the Astra Militarum.
The size of the empire is the biggest obstacle for anyone who wants to destroy or save the empire. Countless victories combined can determine the fate of a mere planet, and such planets must be multiplied by 100,000 to truly change the empire.
It was despairing and numbing, just like the millions of casualties in Cadia every day and night. That was bait, the fleet that retreated to facilitate the Lion King's attack left the Kalesus route empty. On the back of the Cadia star, a huge fleet was gathering, waiting for the chance to make the final move.
Of course, on the surface, that was a flaw revealed by Salmin's transfer of the fleet to Volgatok, including a large fleet of the Glorious Queen being transferred away by Mortarion's idle move, and even forcing him to send the general reserve to the front battlefield. Cadia is like a house that is about to collapse, and it only needs a slight kick -
This was the credit that Mortarion was trying to give to Abaddon for free, but he didn't seem to want it. The broken Carlos and a certain red one-eyed Ogryn were still vivid in his mind, and Abaddon didn't want to risk his life to see how much difference he had with this ruthless character named by Tzeentch.
[Who is the strongest Astartes? ]
"It's Abaddon."
Huron: "Although it depends on the situation, I personally think it is Abaddon."
Horus: "Isn't it Abaddon? It's a different story if we include psychic players like Ahriman and Luther.
Abaddon: Hey, I beat Hu Ji, is that true?
Magnus led his wrecked legion and fled from the dust cloud crushed by the might of Khorne without taking care to hide. Abaddon was not stupid. He knew that the Primarch and the Chief Daemon of Tzeentch had fallen to Huki, but he did not think that the Primarch's era was over. He was afraid that Huki would use his full strength against him.
Although Huki seemed to be at a disadvantage, he still had the ability to take away any party. Everyone wanted others to be the scapegoat, but no one was stupid. Magnus, the only outstanding one, had just met with bad luck, and the memory was still fresh in his mind. The three parties decided that no one should go and just throw the demon down.
What are their advantages? Not only are they the leaders of the Chaos camp, they also have the support of Nurgle, highlighting that one demon is enough. As long as they provide starships, Titans and air force support, the Frozen Throne built by the Empire with all its efforts in Kalisus will become a prison that bleeds the Empire itself.
It was a storm caused by the falling of a super-giant assembly that looked like Nurgle's version of the Ark of Doom. The asteroid was corroded and hollow, and countless tentacles simulating mouthparts and stomachs were waving wantonly. A super-disgusting version of the Tyranid fleet, whose warp rifts were fixed by the Thousand Sons Legion, fell with twisted flesh and blood.
The Emperor's Dream and the terrifying fleet named Cadian Shield were surrounding Kaleisus and the sun Makayathus, exerting unparalleled power among the stars. The Queen of Glory-class battleships were wandering in the void, and their calibers were even greater than those of the unknown asteroids, and their main guns on the sides were shining brightly.
The restrained balls of hot plasma were not only beautiful when they completely tore apart the last restraints, the blue-white flames ruthlessly engulfed every corrupted planet that came towards Kalessus as they expanded, along with the Nurgle demon armies on them. Even the flies that exploded and corrupted an area of sea when the Nurgle demon warships were destroyed were all swallowed up by the loyal plasma.
Those stacked fleets and the barrage of bullets fired from their orbital fortresses have been able to single-handedly fight against three Chaos Astartes Legion fleets in the past few months. If the escort fleet is not counted, the many capital ships gathered here are genuine star-level fleets.
Every concentrated fire of the Imperial Fleet can physically light up the starry sky and cast a bright new star in the orbit of the planet. Let alone a landing attack consisting of a few hundred corrupted asteroids, even if Mortarion took out another animated planet on the front battlefield, it would only have a slight advantage.
This is a war of attrition, a war of quality where cheap demons and corrupted asteroids exchange their equally cheap ammunition and fuel. Salmin knew that Mortarion must be planning a deadly attack, but I'm waiting for the Lion King, what are you waiting for? "Hahahahahahahahaha - hold it in, hold it in, but how can I hold back on such a funny thing?"
The newly born Mechanicus fleet is rapidly expanding behind the star, and Salmin has a bottom line, so he can take the gamble. As long as he delays, even if the Lion King's assault and decapitation fails, he will be able to declare victory. If the dignified Primarch can only shrink in his comfort zone and doesn't even have the courage to risk everything to force a fight with me, how can he defeat me?
Chapter 154: You've Been Hit by a Monkey
Even if he did not fully summon his ship equipment, Salmin's own powerful computing power, coupled with the assistance of two ship girls as secondary commanders, ensured that even when he was going crazy, the large fleet of thousands of warships would not reveal any flaws or even gaps.
Each round of bombardment is the optimal solution output after ninety-nine simulations by this humanoid computer. If someone could manually dub each cluster of fireworks, it would undoubtedly be a magnificent piece played by a true artist.
It was an unimaginable scene for mortals—the gorgeous and ferocious hulls of the imperial warships, known for their bulkiness and tenacity, were decorated with solemn discipline every time they trembled, and their smooth trajectory was like the most rigorous military parade. However, if the artillery fire of this fleet that lit up the night sky was included, the parade site was more like Red Square than the traditional English Channel.
This is exactly the realm that mortals can never reach, multi-threaded low-latency direct command. There is no need to pass messages through officers at all levels, directly jump from the fastest ancient optical coding command (light control) to the not-so-old data link command, without middlemen, data is transmitted from various sensors and processing components to Salmin, and then directly transmitted back to each ship.
The main theme is a magic. The separate warships are melted into a whole. The warships of the human empire that were originally relatively independent individuals and crisscrossed the starry sea are infiltrated by invisible chains as the gears of a greater entity, interlocking one after another. The mere operation of this magnificent machine is enough to be called a synonym for destruction.
The plasma flames of the Nova Cannon, which never stopped, stretched over 200 million cubic kilometers. The dozen Chaos warships that were trying to take advantage of the chaos to push forward and cause damage were turned into ashes along with the asteroids. Even if there were lucky ones who managed to survive the storm, they would definitely not be greeted with flowers.
The first batch of gifts that Mortarion carefully prepared only lasted less than one Terra hour, and more than 15 asteroids corrupted by the evil power of Nurgle kicked off the second round of shit-throwing and then fell to the ground. Of course, both sides did not stop the daily shooting of light spears at each other at a distance of more than 777 light seconds. (In fact, it was asteroids)
Shooting at this relative speed is even more outrageous than a German tank using its main gun to shoot at a destroyer that is teasing its teammates at the maximum range. It can be said that it has almost nothing to do with your aim. As long as the opponent is not an ultimate bad guy, it is basically just firing two shots into the sky to justify the two dollar salary.
When the opposing Lao Mo finished his work and returned to the traditional martial arts stage of ping-pong and fireworks, Salmin finally had time to meet the great sage Kohl who had been waiting outside.
Gently shaking the exquisite enamel teapot on the table, which would have made him feel ashamed a year ago, a clear and rippled ruby-like crimson stream gurgled out. This was specially found by Sister Li for him. The black tea picked from Thrace in the garden world has a unique tea soup and flavor that is very different from that on Earth. In terms of taste, it is more like green tea with a stronger aftertaste.
He didn't smoke or drink, not to the point of not drinking at all, but he was a fish-raising expert who only drank a bottle of beer and left the table when his elders urged him to do so during the Chinese New Year. After traveling through time, he finally understood why some people like to drink - it turns out that I am a lucky person who grew up in milk and honey. But now, he gradually stopped drinking.
While Salmin was quietly sipping his tea, the atmosphere on the other side was not so friendly. Brother Dun, who was standing in the corner, tried his best to curl up his Terminator armor, which was not small at all, leaving all the space in the Spirit of Vengeance cabin to the two giant beasts in front of him.
A miracle creature named the Primarch, a demigod walking in the world, the aftermath of the quarrel was like a boomerang that smashed his body from the second seat to the edge of the corner. Wait, why is it a boomerang?
"This is a waste, a naked waste. The power of your new master is endless, but the rituals and sacrifices of the Thousand Sons Legion are not fuel for you to fill your fantasies at will. My brother, I am preparing a great ritual in Tizca's Revenge to directly destroy the Cadia system. I need this resource!"
"Damn it, he is Nurgle, the father who blesses me."
"Father? Ha," the Red King sneered harshly, "This is your new master, my friend." Magnus had no good feelings towards these brothers who had fallen to this point, even though he was the culprit who had caused the greatest damage to the human empire.
"...You were crushed by Huki's army, crushed to death twice like a bug, and then fled in disgrace." The larger wings, magnified to a terrifying proportion, suddenly spread open, but the battle-damaged holes and corrupted colors on it made it look more like a funny oversized moth. "Now, you still have the nerve to bark here!"
"How can you slander someone's innocence like this..." Magnus said with his eyes wide open. The single eye in the middle made him look so abstract that Abaddon almost let out a mocking smile.
"What innocence do you mean? I saw with my own eyes that you escaped from the dust nebula with half a legion, and you were hung up and beaten." Ma Yiji's face turned red, and the blue veins on his forehead popped out. He argued, "Losing to your own people does not count as a loss... How can the civil war chosen by the god Jianqi be considered a loss?" Then he said something difficult to understand, such as "A gentleman is always poor" and "者乎".
However, there was no happy atmosphere here, mainly because there were no fools. The confrontation between the two Primarchs caused everyone to be silent, and only Mortarion dared to continue laughing wildly. It was not that he had the leisure to laugh at these so-called allies, but in order to implement his plan, he had to borrow a large number of Thousand Sons' psykers, which meant that the Thousand Sons gave up their own cause to help him.
Is this possible? Not very realistic. As netizens who have had experience in Internet debates know, it is better to belittle others than to debate with each other. You don’t need to convince the other party that you are right, which is almost impossible. You just need to make him wrong. To give an inappropriate example, the person on the tenth floor of your line is playing the old man 2.
You magically found a comment he had forgotten to delete a few days ago, saying that he had paid for a monthly card for Shao Qian 2 for three months - ha, what a killer. You send the screenshot and leave a comment like "Turtle, stop crying" and then leave, because it doesn't matter whether you are right or not, it is wrong anyway.
This is just Cyber's criminal record, but Magnus has a real criminal record. You hide behind the sidelines and don't even take a shit. Your buddy helps you defend the front line, but you are hacked to death by Hu Ji and his elite troops. Not only did you lose more than half of your warships and homeland, but even the so-called immortal legion is only three-fifths left.
In order to drag this dead dog out of the desperate vortex of the Savaggar Dust Nebula, he even missed deploying the Fremas attack plan, so that more than 1,500 Death Guards died in vain on this barren planet that should have been easily swallowed, dying at the hands of the Corpse King's servants and the hateful golden-armored pseudo-men who were huddled underground.
No matter how Magnus explained, no matter how eloquent he was, or how golden lotuses sprang up from the ground, it was useless. Just give up thinking and let the wind blow you in all directions. "You were pinned to the ground and killed by Hu Ji" x7
"That's enough, Mortarion. Can't you say something else?"
"...You and your legion were pinned to the ground and killed by Hu Ji."
In fact, when Mortarion repeated it for the second time, Magnus was no longer angry, but was unwilling to give up the brilliant plan created by his amazing wisdom. But now he didn't even want to struggle, he was tired.
Being a wimp is the original sin. In the Chaos Realm, he shouldn't have the right to command after a disastrous defeat. He couldn't even find a devastating explanation for Mortarion's repetition. It was only because he was the Primarch of the Thousand Sons, and his control over the Thousand Sons was sacred and inviolable that Mortarion even needed his approval to ask for support.
"What are the chances of winning?" Magnus's calm voice broke the fragile silence.
"At least 40%."
"That's enough. I'll lend you the Third and Seventh Companies. They're your favorite numbers, aren't they?"
"Ah, my best brother, Magnus. In the name of father Nurgle, I offer you my deepest apologies." Only at this moment did the strong and obvious breathing sound dare to abruptly fill the cabin again.
Chapter 155 'Monkey Brain Cuisine'
The young man in white military uniform was pouring tea for the red-robed woman standing by the table. This overly leisurely and playful scene was what was seen when the giant humanoid beast made of steel holding the Myriad Axe drove in.
"Lord Salmin, it is a great thing to have a completely unmodified strong body, but now is not the time to play around. The secrets of the Black Stone Obelisk need to be further explored. Our current crude use is as ridiculous as using the lens of a volcano cannon to make a magnifying glass to ignite a battery for heating."
Cole used mechanical electronic music to express his helplessness to the uncrowned king who reigned over Cadia, "You two flesh men, are you going to do something like mating in front of an old man like me who only has half a human face left? I still have a lot of work to do, and he came to see me for another matter."
"I need a more advanced laboratory, such as borrowing a super-titan that could only be built in the ancient dark technological age, the most beautiful blessing of the Om Messiah. I assure you that if there is a laboratory of this level, the secrets of the Black Stone will no longer be a mystery, and Guilliman's treatment can be further optimized."
The magnificent fleet on the back of the star, which was covered with the pure mark of the God of All Machines, naturally could not be hidden from Kaul, who was in charge of the construction and scientific research of Cadia. He did not want to know where the fleet came from and why it appeared now, but the blessing of Om Messiah, which was more precious than ten complete STCs and far superior to all the existing ark castings, made him obsessed.
For a great sage of his level, resources are just a number, but the original data of scientific research and the most precious scientific research facilities that cannot be manufactured can only be obtained through endless archaeological excavations. The value of this complete ancient flagship is enough to make him want to bleed oil!
Even when Mars or the more domineering and powerful forging worlds such as Steel Ball and Yellow Eight heard of the appearance of this great miracle, their first reaction was definitely to seize it through war. It was so valuable that any oil man would be crazy about possessing this blessing from the Ohm Messiah.
But fortunately, Kaul is a "scientist", a word that has long since disappeared in the passage of time in the 41st millennium. What he wants is not to seize, possess and then seal it, but to use it; not as a rare treasure, but as a more precious and shining scientific research tool.
"She should belong to the Cadian Fabrication General you just 'found'. I can also be a member of Cadia. We can talk. I am willing to exchange my knowledge and STCs. Except for the part of blasphemous technology that the Emperor only allowed me to use, all of them can be used to borrow the ancient laboratories and workshops on the great flagship."
Cawl is one of the few heretics in the Mechanicum who is willing to exchange knowledge. For most sages, unique knowledge is far more important than life (the technology of the Empire's stasis field was lost in this way). Therefore, in transactions within the Mechanicum, if you are willing to give out unique knowledge and STC, you are definitely spending a lot of money.
"The knowledge of Archsage Cawl is indeed valuable. To be honest, I have been coveting the technology of the anti-gravity tank for a long time. As a thank you for quickly dealing with those stupid idiots on Cadia, I agreed on her behalf, but the specific price and time need to be negotiated by ourselves."
"She?" In High Gothic, the difference between male he and female she is still very obvious. Combined with the maid next to Salmin's slightly unorthodox but indeed red-based cassock-style robe, he had an ominous premonition - this conversation did not seem as private as he imagined.
"Kirshaji, the Forging General of Cadia." The next second, Salmin casually reached out to the figure in the long robe, which almost made Kawl's eyes go dark. Fortunately, Salmin rarely cared about anything. "The great sage has helped me a lot, just say hello."
Since he had never thought of exploring here, it was only then that Kaul saw the woman's face clearly. Her cold face matched the mental state of a motor oiler, and her iconic purple pupils under her silver-white hair directly proved her identity as a Cadian. "It's a very suitable choice. It's a great move to have an old Cadian Zhengzi Banner person serve as the casting general."
And the behavior is full of the most stereotypical impression of the oil man - a universal chip was directly pushed to his hand by the robot arm. This kind of low-level thing that cannot even be modified is often regarded as the safest temporary direct medium. "Please enter the introduction information of the optional production data. It is required to use machine language or hexadecimal. Do not mix them."
Knowing that Cawl had many personality models, Salmin simply didn't stop, because there was a big one coming. First, make sure Cawl doesn't die.
"This fleet will arrive in full in three weeks, and the mechanical ark I promised to give you will join your fleet directly at that time. Of course, according to the alliance between the Adeptus Mechanicus and the Empire of Man, the Imperial Fleet will provide protection for Cadia, so before the Chaos warships break through Cadia's third-level star ring, your fleet will not have to fulfill its obligation to participate in the war, Archsage."
"Thank you for your generosity, Lord Salmin. But in truth, even my flagship, the Iron Wraith, is not invincible for the survival of the Imperium of Man or something greater than me."
Of course, Salmin knew that what Cawl said was true. He was a ruthless man who would coldly abandon his own flagship that was destined to be destroyed to cover the rear of the team. His ideological awareness was several zeros higher than that of ordinary oilmen. But what he was afraid of was that Cawl would be possessed by Guilliman and lead the weak Mechanicus fleet to be killed in a snap.
"Your life is far more important than a fleet in the war. No matter how powerful a fleet is, it can only win the battle. The outcome of the battle between us and Chaos will depend on these Black Stones. Archmagos Cawl, you are far more important than a few fleets of the Mechanicum."
"...It seems that my reward will be reduced." Kaul's voice suddenly became low. Although the remaining half of his face was not enough for him to complete such a complex expression of sadness, there was no doubt that he was sad. "But I feel guilty at this moment. Blackstone is too complicated, just like a servitor reading a book to learn High Gothic."
"It's theoretically feasible, but in reality, apart from some basic runes that can be guessed and imitated, we have not gained anything. What we are doing now is as ridiculous as taking all the effort to connect the two ends of a dry cell battery to wires, and then claiming that we have invented a lossless heater using copper wire!" He paused, "That's it, Lord Salmin."
"In fact, there will be another guest here today, an uninvited guest who is capable of solving this problem. It's just that he is a little impolite, so I asked a few people to bring him here."
Soon, a team of tall hooded warriors presented an alien head. "Impolite guests always get some special treatment, don't you think, Trazyn?"
Chapter 156: The King of Figures: I have no objection
"Your new wine glass? You have such good taste. The color must be made of top-grade living metal." Kaul really praised Salmin's vision. The nobles of the empire have long had the custom of choosing the heads of aliens or great enemies as wine vessels. Giving a wine glass made of an alien head made of high-grade metal to his female companion, the Sage, was indeed a very tasteful gift.
It is worth mentioning that Cawl is not talking nonsense. This is the praise given by his dozen female personalities. Family members, who knows, the man who gives the Necromancer Overlord's skull wine glasses really gets extra .
"No, no, it's really not a wine glass, at least not now." Looking at the King of Figures that had turned into a figure, Salmin only found it interesting. BYD stole it from me, right? I'll rip your head off! "But if this rude guest doesn't make a point, it will only be used as a wine glass in the future."
"This is a misunderstanding, sir." The silver wine glass suddenly lit up with a green light. For the special substitutes of the notorious Necron Overlord Trazyn, taking the most vicious blows was a basic requirement. Even a small plastic surgery by the power axe of the Hydra Terminator was far from the threshold of death.
A few blue arcs flashed on the plasma line extending from the Great Sage's shoulder, but in the end, there was no movement. Salmin was not someone who needed to be protected. And he was also very interested in an alien that he could call a "guest". You know, this is the human empire. How valuable does an alien have to be to be called a guest?
"Then please start your excuses, Trazyn." Without Salmin waving his hand, Lerna, who had left a bad impression on Trazyn, filed out. They would stay outside to ensure the privacy of this conversation.
"Respected human lord, it's an honor that you know my name." The wine glass turned gracefully, then faced the great sage and began to output.
"Superhuman wisdom is very useful, but it is not as foolish as this man who blindly believes in machines and abandons flesh and blood and only knows how to violently dig and destroy our sacred cemetery, and regards the noble king as a drinking vessel. But this is not enough. Please allow me to introduce myself. In human code, I am the Lord of the Necromancer Dynasty, Trazyn the Infinite!"
"Every important piece of history is engraved and collected by me. In my dynasty, there are endless books and wisdom far beyond the understanding of this young race of humanity. When the Necrons' tomb ships are torn from the surface of the planet, the land and sky of tens of thousands of worlds will be shattered."
"Overlord." Salmin pointed out some issues that Trazyn was most likely deliberately vague about. "Solemnas is just a tomb world. It belongs to the Nihilakh Dynasty, and its dynastic emperor is Krispek. You are not qualified to represent the Necrons."
"Fuck, box!" Trazyn's head made a sharp explosion, which showed that Salmin's goods were really pure.
Now Trazyn wanted to go back in time and crush himself to death one minute ago. He now realized that sometimes other people's wisdom was not necessarily a good thing. He now hoped that Salmin's eyes were the kind of aristocratic classics that were pure and untainted by knowledge, rather than this kind of guy who was soaked in knowledge.
Although the appearance of the Necrons is based on ancient Egypt, its inner world is more appropriately understood as India. The so-called Overlord is a type of Necrons, namely the "Brahmin". The Hierophant must be of the Brahmin caste, but the gap between a Brahmin and a true Hierophant is not a little bit.
Although the Necrons also had a post-apocryphal emperor like the Storm King, who later launched the Necrons' own great rebellion and prevented the Necrons from being strangled by humans, in general, the Overlord was just a caste, not a position. Trazyn, who was so boastful that his household registration was checked, couldn't say a word at this time.
"No more words? Now it's my turn to speak." Salmin shook his wine glass vigorously, "How much do you know about the Black Stone Obelisk on Cadia?"
"I'm not sure. They have been here since I first woke up. It's not just a few thousand years. You know, they are even older than the so-called Necrons." I see. Super antiques from the time of the Dead. In this case, getting Blackstone Technology is not a simple transaction.
Considering that the Great Sage, the main force of subsequent scientific research, might not understand, Salmin briefly explained to him the background of the battle between the Empire and Chaos - "The Eye of Terror is not the masterpiece of the gods of the Warp. It is the eternal scar left on the Milky Way and the Warp by the War in Heaven 60 million years ago."
"The Great Rift is a huge wound that has torn the entire galaxy apart. Today's Eye of Terror is the result of the Necrons stitching it up. On a galactic scale, this vast hole can only be regarded as the last used knot to fix it. Once this strong yet fragile knot is untied, a cesspool that can't be held together across the galaxy will be a blessing for all physical cosmic creatures."
A huge, cold ditch
"As long as the Eye of Terror remains active, victory in this battle will only be postponed. If we want to truly change this future, we must rely on the power of the Blackstone Obelisk. I thought we could get some quick help from a certain overlord who delivered it to our doorstep..."
Salmin changed the subject, "But now it seems that I can only harvest a new wine glass in the stasis field with tears, or wait and see if there is no kind-hearted astrologer who will come to buy a Trazyn for the information I want."
Trazyn: "Ha, you're kidding me."
Salmin: ...
Trazyn: “Yeah.”
Salmin: (laughs)
"No! I'm still useful." With only a skull left, he was held in the hands of a man for whom resurrection was a luxury. However, the only thing he could not accept was that he was bought by his mortal enemy, the Astrologer - he could even imagine how miserable he would be in the future.
No, absolutely not, he must live up to the values of the United Front! "Wait, I'm just an overlord, but I know who must know. The emperor of the Temeryn Dynasty, he is the ruler of the Eye of Terror, this large star region, I know where his mausoleum is."
"His tomb world has been almost destroyed. With me here, only two sector fleets are needed to uproot his dynasty. With another Astartes regiment, I can even capture the Hierophant alive. I have the experience." Fuck, I almost forgot this guy is a big shot in the Inquisition.
Chapter 157: Trazyn the Infinite
This idiot Trazyn is the author of the Inquisition's magnum opus "Alien Anatomy". There are even rumors that it was he who provided some detailed intelligence on the Necrons to the Human Empire, which had only had direct contact (fighting) with the Necrons for more than two hundred years.
He is also one of the few aliens that is friendly to humans and can be talked to - mainly because the Necrons are too ancient, and they treat modern humans more like successors rather than mortal enemies. Of course, in Warhammer, there are only wars and enemies, and not mortal enemies does not mean there will be no war.
Back to Trazyn, he was determined to sell out his teammates, so he didn't pretend anymore and sold them out directly. "I've visited his house, it's absolutely safe. This is not collusion with the aliens, I'm an alien inquisitor, I've shed blood for the Empire! I can also be patriotic, we can talk."
It was no wonder that he was so panicked. In order to get close to the completely restricted Cadia at this time, he specially used the body of a Necromancer Overlord that he had borrowed before. It was a top-quality body that could resist even when surrounded by a company of the Primarch's Honor Guard. However, the firewall that came with this high-quality body prevented him from directly exporting his thoughts from the outside and escaping.
Who would have thought that he was captured alive just to open the box and then sell it to his mortal enemy, the Astrologer? Now he has only two options: death triggers the agreement and rebirth, or waits for him to break through the firewall and spread far away. There is still hope with humans, but if he falls into the hands of the Astrologer, there is really no way to escape, and he will be made into a plaything for life!
"The Taimerin Dynasty?" This name was indeed unfamiliar. Salmin finally dug it out from his chaotic memory. "The one with Nemesis Sera? I can fight by myself, but why should I make an enemy now? The Necrons are not inherent enemies. It would be more profitable to exchange you for intelligence."
The words that came out of Salmin's mouth at 37 degrees were extremely cold, but Trazyn finally breathed a sigh of relief. It was stable. I'm not afraid of you increasing your strength, I'm afraid of you not even saying a word. If you remain silent like the great sage next to you, and shine the light on him like an object, then it will be a dead end.
If they can talk, then it is not a matter of principle, but a matter of interest. If the value of Trazyn's direct sale is one, then he must give a return of more than four in order to survive.
The size of the empire is the biggest obstacle for anyone who wants to destroy or save the empire. Countless victories combined can determine the fate of a mere planet, and such planets must be multiplied by 100,000 to truly change the empire.
It was despairing and numbing, just like the millions of casualties in Cadia every day and night. That was bait, the fleet that retreated to facilitate the Lion King's attack left the Kalesus route empty. On the back of the Cadia star, a huge fleet was gathering, waiting for the chance to make the final move.
Of course, on the surface, that was a flaw revealed by Salmin's transfer of the fleet to Volgatok, including a large fleet of the Glorious Queen being transferred away by Mortarion's idle move, and even forcing him to send the general reserve to the front battlefield. Cadia is like a house that is about to collapse, and it only needs a slight kick -
This was the credit that Mortarion was trying to give to Abaddon for free, but he didn't seem to want it. The broken Carlos and a certain red one-eyed Ogryn were still vivid in his mind, and Abaddon didn't want to risk his life to see how much difference he had with this ruthless character named by Tzeentch.
[Who is the strongest Astartes? ]
"It's Abaddon."
Huron: "Although it depends on the situation, I personally think it is Abaddon."
Horus: "Isn't it Abaddon? It's a different story if we include psychic players like Ahriman and Luther.
Abaddon: Hey, I beat Hu Ji, is that true?
Magnus led his wrecked legion and fled from the dust cloud crushed by the might of Khorne without taking care to hide. Abaddon was not stupid. He knew that the Primarch and the Chief Daemon of Tzeentch had fallen to Huki, but he did not think that the Primarch's era was over. He was afraid that Huki would use his full strength against him.
Although Huki seemed to be at a disadvantage, he still had the ability to take away any party. Everyone wanted others to be the scapegoat, but no one was stupid. Magnus, the only outstanding one, had just met with bad luck, and the memory was still fresh in his mind. The three parties decided that no one should go and just throw the demon down.
What are their advantages? Not only are they the leaders of the Chaos camp, they also have the support of Nurgle, highlighting that one demon is enough. As long as they provide starships, Titans and air force support, the Frozen Throne built by the Empire with all its efforts in Kalisus will become a prison that bleeds the Empire itself.
It was a storm caused by the falling of a super-giant assembly that looked like Nurgle's version of the Ark of Doom. The asteroid was corroded and hollow, and countless tentacles simulating mouthparts and stomachs were waving wantonly. A super-disgusting version of the Tyranid fleet, whose warp rifts were fixed by the Thousand Sons Legion, fell with twisted flesh and blood.
The Emperor's Dream and the terrifying fleet named Cadian Shield were surrounding Kaleisus and the sun Makayathus, exerting unparalleled power among the stars. The Queen of Glory-class battleships were wandering in the void, and their calibers were even greater than those of the unknown asteroids, and their main guns on the sides were shining brightly.
The restrained balls of hot plasma were not only beautiful when they completely tore apart the last restraints, the blue-white flames ruthlessly engulfed every corrupted planet that came towards Kalessus as they expanded, along with the Nurgle demon armies on them. Even the flies that exploded and corrupted an area of sea when the Nurgle demon warships were destroyed were all swallowed up by the loyal plasma.
Those stacked fleets and the barrage of bullets fired from their orbital fortresses have been able to single-handedly fight against three Chaos Astartes Legion fleets in the past few months. If the escort fleet is not counted, the many capital ships gathered here are genuine star-level fleets.
Every concentrated fire of the Imperial Fleet can physically light up the starry sky and cast a bright new star in the orbit of the planet. Let alone a landing attack consisting of a few hundred corrupted asteroids, even if Mortarion took out another animated planet on the front battlefield, it would only have a slight advantage.
This is a war of attrition, a war of quality where cheap demons and corrupted asteroids exchange their equally cheap ammunition and fuel. Salmin knew that Mortarion must be planning a deadly attack, but I'm waiting for the Lion King, what are you waiting for? "Hahahahahahahahaha - hold it in, hold it in, but how can I hold back on such a funny thing?"
The newly born Mechanicus fleet is rapidly expanding behind the star, and Salmin has a bottom line, so he can take the gamble. As long as he delays, even if the Lion King's assault and decapitation fails, he will be able to declare victory. If the dignified Primarch can only shrink in his comfort zone and doesn't even have the courage to risk everything to force a fight with me, how can he defeat me?
Chapter 154: You've Been Hit by a Monkey
Even if he did not fully summon his ship equipment, Salmin's own powerful computing power, coupled with the assistance of two ship girls as secondary commanders, ensured that even when he was going crazy, the large fleet of thousands of warships would not reveal any flaws or even gaps.
Each round of bombardment is the optimal solution output after ninety-nine simulations by this humanoid computer. If someone could manually dub each cluster of fireworks, it would undoubtedly be a magnificent piece played by a true artist.
It was an unimaginable scene for mortals—the gorgeous and ferocious hulls of the imperial warships, known for their bulkiness and tenacity, were decorated with solemn discipline every time they trembled, and their smooth trajectory was like the most rigorous military parade. However, if the artillery fire of this fleet that lit up the night sky was included, the parade site was more like Red Square than the traditional English Channel.
This is exactly the realm that mortals can never reach, multi-threaded low-latency direct command. There is no need to pass messages through officers at all levels, directly jump from the fastest ancient optical coding command (light control) to the not-so-old data link command, without middlemen, data is transmitted from various sensors and processing components to Salmin, and then directly transmitted back to each ship.
The main theme is a magic. The separate warships are melted into a whole. The warships of the human empire that were originally relatively independent individuals and crisscrossed the starry sea are infiltrated by invisible chains as the gears of a greater entity, interlocking one after another. The mere operation of this magnificent machine is enough to be called a synonym for destruction.
The plasma flames of the Nova Cannon, which never stopped, stretched over 200 million cubic kilometers. The dozen Chaos warships that were trying to take advantage of the chaos to push forward and cause damage were turned into ashes along with the asteroids. Even if there were lucky ones who managed to survive the storm, they would definitely not be greeted with flowers.
The first batch of gifts that Mortarion carefully prepared only lasted less than one Terra hour, and more than 15 asteroids corrupted by the evil power of Nurgle kicked off the second round of shit-throwing and then fell to the ground. Of course, both sides did not stop the daily shooting of light spears at each other at a distance of more than 777 light seconds. (In fact, it was asteroids)
Shooting at this relative speed is even more outrageous than a German tank using its main gun to shoot at a destroyer that is teasing its teammates at the maximum range. It can be said that it has almost nothing to do with your aim. As long as the opponent is not an ultimate bad guy, it is basically just firing two shots into the sky to justify the two dollar salary.
When the opposing Lao Mo finished his work and returned to the traditional martial arts stage of ping-pong and fireworks, Salmin finally had time to meet the great sage Kohl who had been waiting outside.
Gently shaking the exquisite enamel teapot on the table, which would have made him feel ashamed a year ago, a clear and rippled ruby-like crimson stream gurgled out. This was specially found by Sister Li for him. The black tea picked from Thrace in the garden world has a unique tea soup and flavor that is very different from that on Earth. In terms of taste, it is more like green tea with a stronger aftertaste.
He didn't smoke or drink, not to the point of not drinking at all, but he was a fish-raising expert who only drank a bottle of beer and left the table when his elders urged him to do so during the Chinese New Year. After traveling through time, he finally understood why some people like to drink - it turns out that I am a lucky person who grew up in milk and honey. But now, he gradually stopped drinking.
While Salmin was quietly sipping his tea, the atmosphere on the other side was not so friendly. Brother Dun, who was standing in the corner, tried his best to curl up his Terminator armor, which was not small at all, leaving all the space in the Spirit of Vengeance cabin to the two giant beasts in front of him.
A miracle creature named the Primarch, a demigod walking in the world, the aftermath of the quarrel was like a boomerang that smashed his body from the second seat to the edge of the corner. Wait, why is it a boomerang?
"This is a waste, a naked waste. The power of your new master is endless, but the rituals and sacrifices of the Thousand Sons Legion are not fuel for you to fill your fantasies at will. My brother, I am preparing a great ritual in Tizca's Revenge to directly destroy the Cadia system. I need this resource!"
"Damn it, he is Nurgle, the father who blesses me."
"Father? Ha," the Red King sneered harshly, "This is your new master, my friend." Magnus had no good feelings towards these brothers who had fallen to this point, even though he was the culprit who had caused the greatest damage to the human empire.
"...You were crushed by Huki's army, crushed to death twice like a bug, and then fled in disgrace." The larger wings, magnified to a terrifying proportion, suddenly spread open, but the battle-damaged holes and corrupted colors on it made it look more like a funny oversized moth. "Now, you still have the nerve to bark here!"
"How can you slander someone's innocence like this..." Magnus said with his eyes wide open. The single eye in the middle made him look so abstract that Abaddon almost let out a mocking smile.
"What innocence do you mean? I saw with my own eyes that you escaped from the dust nebula with half a legion, and you were hung up and beaten." Ma Yiji's face turned red, and the blue veins on his forehead popped out. He argued, "Losing to your own people does not count as a loss... How can the civil war chosen by the god Jianqi be considered a loss?" Then he said something difficult to understand, such as "A gentleman is always poor" and "者乎".
However, there was no happy atmosphere here, mainly because there were no fools. The confrontation between the two Primarchs caused everyone to be silent, and only Mortarion dared to continue laughing wildly. It was not that he had the leisure to laugh at these so-called allies, but in order to implement his plan, he had to borrow a large number of Thousand Sons' psykers, which meant that the Thousand Sons gave up their own cause to help him.
Is this possible? Not very realistic. As netizens who have had experience in Internet debates know, it is better to belittle others than to debate with each other. You don’t need to convince the other party that you are right, which is almost impossible. You just need to make him wrong. To give an inappropriate example, the person on the tenth floor of your line is playing the old man 2.
You magically found a comment he had forgotten to delete a few days ago, saying that he had paid for a monthly card for Shao Qian 2 for three months - ha, what a killer. You send the screenshot and leave a comment like "Turtle, stop crying" and then leave, because it doesn't matter whether you are right or not, it is wrong anyway.
This is just Cyber's criminal record, but Magnus has a real criminal record. You hide behind the sidelines and don't even take a shit. Your buddy helps you defend the front line, but you are hacked to death by Hu Ji and his elite troops. Not only did you lose more than half of your warships and homeland, but even the so-called immortal legion is only three-fifths left.
In order to drag this dead dog out of the desperate vortex of the Savaggar Dust Nebula, he even missed deploying the Fremas attack plan, so that more than 1,500 Death Guards died in vain on this barren planet that should have been easily swallowed, dying at the hands of the Corpse King's servants and the hateful golden-armored pseudo-men who were huddled underground.
No matter how Magnus explained, no matter how eloquent he was, or how golden lotuses sprang up from the ground, it was useless. Just give up thinking and let the wind blow you in all directions. "You were pinned to the ground and killed by Hu Ji" x7
"That's enough, Mortarion. Can't you say something else?"
"...You and your legion were pinned to the ground and killed by Hu Ji."
In fact, when Mortarion repeated it for the second time, Magnus was no longer angry, but was unwilling to give up the brilliant plan created by his amazing wisdom. But now he didn't even want to struggle, he was tired.
Being a wimp is the original sin. In the Chaos Realm, he shouldn't have the right to command after a disastrous defeat. He couldn't even find a devastating explanation for Mortarion's repetition. It was only because he was the Primarch of the Thousand Sons, and his control over the Thousand Sons was sacred and inviolable that Mortarion even needed his approval to ask for support.
"What are the chances of winning?" Magnus's calm voice broke the fragile silence.
"At least 40%."
"That's enough. I'll lend you the Third and Seventh Companies. They're your favorite numbers, aren't they?"
"Ah, my best brother, Magnus. In the name of father Nurgle, I offer you my deepest apologies." Only at this moment did the strong and obvious breathing sound dare to abruptly fill the cabin again.
Chapter 155 'Monkey Brain Cuisine'
The young man in white military uniform was pouring tea for the red-robed woman standing by the table. This overly leisurely and playful scene was what was seen when the giant humanoid beast made of steel holding the Myriad Axe drove in.
"Lord Salmin, it is a great thing to have a completely unmodified strong body, but now is not the time to play around. The secrets of the Black Stone Obelisk need to be further explored. Our current crude use is as ridiculous as using the lens of a volcano cannon to make a magnifying glass to ignite a battery for heating."
Cole used mechanical electronic music to express his helplessness to the uncrowned king who reigned over Cadia, "You two flesh men, are you going to do something like mating in front of an old man like me who only has half a human face left? I still have a lot of work to do, and he came to see me for another matter."
"I need a more advanced laboratory, such as borrowing a super-titan that could only be built in the ancient dark technological age, the most beautiful blessing of the Om Messiah. I assure you that if there is a laboratory of this level, the secrets of the Black Stone will no longer be a mystery, and Guilliman's treatment can be further optimized."
The magnificent fleet on the back of the star, which was covered with the pure mark of the God of All Machines, naturally could not be hidden from Kaul, who was in charge of the construction and scientific research of Cadia. He did not want to know where the fleet came from and why it appeared now, but the blessing of Om Messiah, which was more precious than ten complete STCs and far superior to all the existing ark castings, made him obsessed.
For a great sage of his level, resources are just a number, but the original data of scientific research and the most precious scientific research facilities that cannot be manufactured can only be obtained through endless archaeological excavations. The value of this complete ancient flagship is enough to make him want to bleed oil!
Even when Mars or the more domineering and powerful forging worlds such as Steel Ball and Yellow Eight heard of the appearance of this great miracle, their first reaction was definitely to seize it through war. It was so valuable that any oil man would be crazy about possessing this blessing from the Ohm Messiah.
But fortunately, Kaul is a "scientist", a word that has long since disappeared in the passage of time in the 41st millennium. What he wants is not to seize, possess and then seal it, but to use it; not as a rare treasure, but as a more precious and shining scientific research tool.
"She should belong to the Cadian Fabrication General you just 'found'. I can also be a member of Cadia. We can talk. I am willing to exchange my knowledge and STCs. Except for the part of blasphemous technology that the Emperor only allowed me to use, all of them can be used to borrow the ancient laboratories and workshops on the great flagship."
Cawl is one of the few heretics in the Mechanicum who is willing to exchange knowledge. For most sages, unique knowledge is far more important than life (the technology of the Empire's stasis field was lost in this way). Therefore, in transactions within the Mechanicum, if you are willing to give out unique knowledge and STC, you are definitely spending a lot of money.
"The knowledge of Archsage Cawl is indeed valuable. To be honest, I have been coveting the technology of the anti-gravity tank for a long time. As a thank you for quickly dealing with those stupid idiots on Cadia, I agreed on her behalf, but the specific price and time need to be negotiated by ourselves."
"She?" In High Gothic, the difference between male he and female she is still very obvious. Combined with the maid next to Salmin's slightly unorthodox but indeed red-based cassock-style robe, he had an ominous premonition - this conversation did not seem as private as he imagined.
"Kirshaji, the Forging General of Cadia." The next second, Salmin casually reached out to the figure in the long robe, which almost made Kawl's eyes go dark. Fortunately, Salmin rarely cared about anything. "The great sage has helped me a lot, just say hello."
Since he had never thought of exploring here, it was only then that Kaul saw the woman's face clearly. Her cold face matched the mental state of a motor oiler, and her iconic purple pupils under her silver-white hair directly proved her identity as a Cadian. "It's a very suitable choice. It's a great move to have an old Cadian Zhengzi Banner person serve as the casting general."
And the behavior is full of the most stereotypical impression of the oil man - a universal chip was directly pushed to his hand by the robot arm. This kind of low-level thing that cannot even be modified is often regarded as the safest temporary direct medium. "Please enter the introduction information of the optional production data. It is required to use machine language or hexadecimal. Do not mix them."
Knowing that Cawl had many personality models, Salmin simply didn't stop, because there was a big one coming. First, make sure Cawl doesn't die.
"This fleet will arrive in full in three weeks, and the mechanical ark I promised to give you will join your fleet directly at that time. Of course, according to the alliance between the Adeptus Mechanicus and the Empire of Man, the Imperial Fleet will provide protection for Cadia, so before the Chaos warships break through Cadia's third-level star ring, your fleet will not have to fulfill its obligation to participate in the war, Archsage."
"Thank you for your generosity, Lord Salmin. But in truth, even my flagship, the Iron Wraith, is not invincible for the survival of the Imperium of Man or something greater than me."
Of course, Salmin knew that what Cawl said was true. He was a ruthless man who would coldly abandon his own flagship that was destined to be destroyed to cover the rear of the team. His ideological awareness was several zeros higher than that of ordinary oilmen. But what he was afraid of was that Cawl would be possessed by Guilliman and lead the weak Mechanicus fleet to be killed in a snap.
"Your life is far more important than a fleet in the war. No matter how powerful a fleet is, it can only win the battle. The outcome of the battle between us and Chaos will depend on these Black Stones. Archmagos Cawl, you are far more important than a few fleets of the Mechanicum."
"...It seems that my reward will be reduced." Kaul's voice suddenly became low. Although the remaining half of his face was not enough for him to complete such a complex expression of sadness, there was no doubt that he was sad. "But I feel guilty at this moment. Blackstone is too complicated, just like a servitor reading a book to learn High Gothic."
"It's theoretically feasible, but in reality, apart from some basic runes that can be guessed and imitated, we have not gained anything. What we are doing now is as ridiculous as taking all the effort to connect the two ends of a dry cell battery to wires, and then claiming that we have invented a lossless heater using copper wire!" He paused, "That's it, Lord Salmin."
"In fact, there will be another guest here today, an uninvited guest who is capable of solving this problem. It's just that he is a little impolite, so I asked a few people to bring him here."
Soon, a team of tall hooded warriors presented an alien head. "Impolite guests always get some special treatment, don't you think, Trazyn?"
Chapter 156: The King of Figures: I have no objection
"Your new wine glass? You have such good taste. The color must be made of top-grade living metal." Kaul really praised Salmin's vision. The nobles of the empire have long had the custom of choosing the heads of aliens or great enemies as wine vessels. Giving a wine glass made of an alien head made of high-grade metal to his female companion, the Sage, was indeed a very tasteful gift.
It is worth mentioning that Cawl is not talking nonsense. This is the praise given by his dozen female personalities. Family members, who knows, the man who gives the Necromancer Overlord's skull wine glasses really gets extra .
"No, no, it's really not a wine glass, at least not now." Looking at the King of Figures that had turned into a figure, Salmin only found it interesting. BYD stole it from me, right? I'll rip your head off! "But if this rude guest doesn't make a point, it will only be used as a wine glass in the future."
"This is a misunderstanding, sir." The silver wine glass suddenly lit up with a green light. For the special substitutes of the notorious Necron Overlord Trazyn, taking the most vicious blows was a basic requirement. Even a small plastic surgery by the power axe of the Hydra Terminator was far from the threshold of death.
A few blue arcs flashed on the plasma line extending from the Great Sage's shoulder, but in the end, there was no movement. Salmin was not someone who needed to be protected. And he was also very interested in an alien that he could call a "guest". You know, this is the human empire. How valuable does an alien have to be to be called a guest?
"Then please start your excuses, Trazyn." Without Salmin waving his hand, Lerna, who had left a bad impression on Trazyn, filed out. They would stay outside to ensure the privacy of this conversation.
"Respected human lord, it's an honor that you know my name." The wine glass turned gracefully, then faced the great sage and began to output.
"Superhuman wisdom is very useful, but it is not as foolish as this man who blindly believes in machines and abandons flesh and blood and only knows how to violently dig and destroy our sacred cemetery, and regards the noble king as a drinking vessel. But this is not enough. Please allow me to introduce myself. In human code, I am the Lord of the Necromancer Dynasty, Trazyn the Infinite!"
"Every important piece of history is engraved and collected by me. In my dynasty, there are endless books and wisdom far beyond the understanding of this young race of humanity. When the Necrons' tomb ships are torn from the surface of the planet, the land and sky of tens of thousands of worlds will be shattered."
"Overlord." Salmin pointed out some issues that Trazyn was most likely deliberately vague about. "Solemnas is just a tomb world. It belongs to the Nihilakh Dynasty, and its dynastic emperor is Krispek. You are not qualified to represent the Necrons."
"Fuck, box!" Trazyn's head made a sharp explosion, which showed that Salmin's goods were really pure.
Now Trazyn wanted to go back in time and crush himself to death one minute ago. He now realized that sometimes other people's wisdom was not necessarily a good thing. He now hoped that Salmin's eyes were the kind of aristocratic classics that were pure and untainted by knowledge, rather than this kind of guy who was soaked in knowledge.
Although the appearance of the Necrons is based on ancient Egypt, its inner world is more appropriately understood as India. The so-called Overlord is a type of Necrons, namely the "Brahmin". The Hierophant must be of the Brahmin caste, but the gap between a Brahmin and a true Hierophant is not a little bit.
Although the Necrons also had a post-apocryphal emperor like the Storm King, who later launched the Necrons' own great rebellion and prevented the Necrons from being strangled by humans, in general, the Overlord was just a caste, not a position. Trazyn, who was so boastful that his household registration was checked, couldn't say a word at this time.
"No more words? Now it's my turn to speak." Salmin shook his wine glass vigorously, "How much do you know about the Black Stone Obelisk on Cadia?"
"I'm not sure. They have been here since I first woke up. It's not just a few thousand years. You know, they are even older than the so-called Necrons." I see. Super antiques from the time of the Dead. In this case, getting Blackstone Technology is not a simple transaction.
Considering that the Great Sage, the main force of subsequent scientific research, might not understand, Salmin briefly explained to him the background of the battle between the Empire and Chaos - "The Eye of Terror is not the masterpiece of the gods of the Warp. It is the eternal scar left on the Milky Way and the Warp by the War in Heaven 60 million years ago."
"The Great Rift is a huge wound that has torn the entire galaxy apart. Today's Eye of Terror is the result of the Necrons stitching it up. On a galactic scale, this vast hole can only be regarded as the last used knot to fix it. Once this strong yet fragile knot is untied, a cesspool that can't be held together across the galaxy will be a blessing for all physical cosmic creatures."
A huge, cold ditch
"As long as the Eye of Terror remains active, victory in this battle will only be postponed. If we want to truly change this future, we must rely on the power of the Blackstone Obelisk. I thought we could get some quick help from a certain overlord who delivered it to our doorstep..."
Salmin changed the subject, "But now it seems that I can only harvest a new wine glass in the stasis field with tears, or wait and see if there is no kind-hearted astrologer who will come to buy a Trazyn for the information I want."
Trazyn: "Ha, you're kidding me."
Salmin: ...
Trazyn: “Yeah.”
Salmin: (laughs)
"No! I'm still useful." With only a skull left, he was held in the hands of a man for whom resurrection was a luxury. However, the only thing he could not accept was that he was bought by his mortal enemy, the Astrologer - he could even imagine how miserable he would be in the future.
No, absolutely not, he must live up to the values of the United Front! "Wait, I'm just an overlord, but I know who must know. The emperor of the Temeryn Dynasty, he is the ruler of the Eye of Terror, this large star region, I know where his mausoleum is."
"His tomb world has been almost destroyed. With me here, only two sector fleets are needed to uproot his dynasty. With another Astartes regiment, I can even capture the Hierophant alive. I have the experience." Fuck, I almost forgot this guy is a big shot in the Inquisition.
Chapter 157: Trazyn the Infinite
This idiot Trazyn is the author of the Inquisition's magnum opus "Alien Anatomy". There are even rumors that it was he who provided some detailed intelligence on the Necrons to the Human Empire, which had only had direct contact (fighting) with the Necrons for more than two hundred years.
He is also one of the few aliens that is friendly to humans and can be talked to - mainly because the Necrons are too ancient, and they treat modern humans more like successors rather than mortal enemies. Of course, in Warhammer, there are only wars and enemies, and not mortal enemies does not mean there will be no war.
Back to Trazyn, he was determined to sell out his teammates, so he didn't pretend anymore and sold them out directly. "I've visited his house, it's absolutely safe. This is not collusion with the aliens, I'm an alien inquisitor, I've shed blood for the Empire! I can also be patriotic, we can talk."
It was no wonder that he was so panicked. In order to get close to the completely restricted Cadia at this time, he specially used the body of a Necromancer Overlord that he had borrowed before. It was a top-quality body that could resist even when surrounded by a company of the Primarch's Honor Guard. However, the firewall that came with this high-quality body prevented him from directly exporting his thoughts from the outside and escaping.
Who would have thought that he was captured alive just to open the box and then sell it to his mortal enemy, the Astrologer? Now he has only two options: death triggers the agreement and rebirth, or waits for him to break through the firewall and spread far away. There is still hope with humans, but if he falls into the hands of the Astrologer, there is really no way to escape, and he will be made into a plaything for life!
"The Taimerin Dynasty?" This name was indeed unfamiliar. Salmin finally dug it out from his chaotic memory. "The one with Nemesis Sera? I can fight by myself, but why should I make an enemy now? The Necrons are not inherent enemies. It would be more profitable to exchange you for intelligence."
The words that came out of Salmin's mouth at 37 degrees were extremely cold, but Trazyn finally breathed a sigh of relief. It was stable. I'm not afraid of you increasing your strength, I'm afraid of you not even saying a word. If you remain silent like the great sage next to you, and shine the light on him like an object, then it will be a dead end.
If they can talk, then it is not a matter of principle, but a matter of interest. If the value of Trazyn's direct sale is one, then he must give a return of more than four in order to survive.
