Warhammer: Don't Call Me the God of All Machines

Chapter 121: Conversation with Trazyn

"In your eyes, is this just a game?" Luo Xi slowly turned around and observed with his naked eyes the alien who was teleported to the human command center through phase technology.

"You killed my guards?"

There were always Space Marine veterans protecting Roche by his side. Even when Sharokin and Hill had joined the battlefield, several Astartes of the Iron Hands still stayed by his side.

"Of course not, I just... let them be quiet for a while." This special undead said in a jumpy tone, and Luo Xi heard a teasing tone from its microphone.

"You're not like those cheap metal skeletons."

Hearing Roche's words, the Necrons laughed as if they had heard a joke.

"Little guy, you are good at telling jokes. I, Trazyn, the Undead Overlord of the great Nihrak Dynasty and the curator of the Tomb World Solemnas Art Museum, am certainly not the same as those crude Undead Warriors."

Luo Xi nodded. While talking to this guy who called himself the Overlord of the Undead, he hardly realized that the other party was also a metal skeleton alien.

Roche originally thought that all Necrons were the same, having transformed from flesh and blood into metal bodies, losing their emotions, and even speaking becoming a luxury.

But apparently, to the higher-ups among the Necrons, none of this adds up.

Roxi was completely confused by this Necron who called himself Trazyn. This guy was not difficult to communicate with... He could even be said to be very outgoing.

In particular, it seems to be very familiar to humans.

At this moment, Luo Xi glanced outside the command room and saw that the veterans of the Iron Hands stayed where they were.

They were about to turn around, and Leman's Ear caught the unusual sound. The grenade launchers and plasma weapons in their hands were ready to aim, but everything was frozen at this moment.

Further away, the battlefield where the 199th Company and the Warsmiths were fighting the Necrons also came to a standstill, with explosive bombs suspended in the air and the green light of Gauss rays still in the flames of war.

An extremely large static field that can even be partially still covers the area.

The Undead Overlord seemed to see through what Luo Xi was thinking. It waved its hand casually and threw out some special things from the pocket dimension it carried on its body.

On the floor of the command room, two chairs made of rosewood were quietly placed together. In front of them there was even an exquisite coffee table with two cups of steaming tea.

"This one……"

Luo Xi was speechless for a moment. He felt that his memory was a little confused, but it was not wrong. These were the things he knew in his memory.

Seeing Luo Xi's shocked expression, Taraxin seemed very happy and waved his hand enthusiastically, motioning him to sit down.

"Please take a seat. There's no need to make a fuss. These are the collections I collected from the human world. They come from your third millennium."

Taraxin picked up the ceramic teacup like a normal person, put it in front of his mouth and blew into it. The living metal simulated the act of blowing, and a burst of hot air filled the air.

"It's incredible. I thought I would never see these things in my lifetime."

Luo Xi sat down somewhat angrily. He looked at the steaming cup of tea and fell into deep thought.

The world has changed dramatically. Humanity has paid a lot of price to move from the cradle to the galaxy, one of which is that the environment of the human home planet has completely changed.

With the explosive development of science and technology and industry over a certain period of time, the ecological environment on Earth has been completely destroyed.

Not to mention the huanghuali wood, which requires a harsh environment to grow, and the tea tree, which are probably already lost in the long river of time.

He took a sip, while Trazyn just put it in front of his mouth without any intention of drinking it.

"You don't want me, a metal skeleton, to drink this mixture of angiosperms and water, do you?"

Trazyn's joke made Roxie feel a lot more relaxed.

In any case, at least for now it has not shown any obvious malice.

He mentally called out to the intelligent brain, attempting to influence the Undead Overlord's core thinking through data. "Little one, stop doing those meaningless little tricks," Trazyn said with a smile.

Luo Xi's heart sank. There was no doubt that the intelligent computer's invasion had failed, and the other party didn't even show any sign of being attacked.

Trazyn tapped his fingers on his living metal head and explained.

"I admit that you primates have achieved great success in a very short period of time. After our race fell into the Great Sleep, you quickly went through the development path from the Stone Age to the Interstellar Age."

"But these are the roads we have traveled before. The great Necrontyr civilization reached its peak more than 60 million years ago. So, don't let your ship from the Golden Age of Humanity carry out any more boring data attacks."

"If your ship is from the 25th millennium of mankind, then maybe I should take it seriously. I have to say that humans at the end of the Dark Age of Technology were indeed crazy and powerful enough."

The exposure of Red Alert was not unexpected, but Luo Xi was a little embarrassed to be exposed in front of him.

He savored the information revealed by the Undead Overlord. What did it mean that humans were strong enough in the dark technological age?
After the Golden Age of Enlightenment and Progress, what did humans in the Dark Age of Technology do to allow Trazyn, who has survived from more than 60 million years ago to the present, to say the word powerful?
"What do you want to do, Overlord of the Dead, Trazyn?"

Luo Xi didn't beat around the bush and questioned this strange Necromancer directly.

"No, I prefer to be called the Collector rather than the Overlord. This is a recognition of my lifelong wish, not a political influence."

"I will protect and collect those precious histories, artifacts, and life forms, whether they belong to us, the Necrontyr or other races."

"In this terrible universe, before your race was born, an unprecedented war that will probably never be repeated destroyed too many beautiful things. There needs to be an existence to protect and collect these testimonies of civilization."

As Taraxin chattered on, Roxie's expression changed from alert to absorbed.

After he listened for a while, a large amount of incredible information piled up in his brain, giving him a headache.

This overlord of the Necrons, a metal skeleton that has survived for tens of millions of years, is actually a guy with a deep collecting addiction.

"When I was just born, there were some humans who were as obsessed with collecting figurines as you are. Some would even assemble and paint some of their treasured models themselves - I call them plastic guys."

Trazyn tilted her head.

Then he let out a stuttering laugh and huddled up, clutching his living metal ribs.

"Interesting title, Glue Man, but I prefer my title of Collector. I'm the curator of the Solemnas Art Museum, and their pathetic collection is nothing compared to mine."

This overly anthropomorphic Necron Overlord twitched for a while before finally recovering.

"You are more interesting than most of the Imperials I have met, Master Trazyn."

Luo Xi said it sincerely, he didn't lie or brag.

Whether it's the Space Marines or the Mechanicus's Oilers, they are obviously not good at joking or expressing their emotions.

Even people like Nikona and Weiland who followed him could not change the iron-blooded and war-like aura emanating from their bones.

In order to survive in this cruel universe, or for the continuation of their own race, everyone has to make themselves cold and indifferent, like a machine.

Emotion itself is weakness.

Their humanity may not necessarily compare to that of this undead overlord without a trace of flesh and blood, the great collector from the Nehrak Dynasty.

As he got to know Taraxin better, Roxi also vaguely realized the other party's purpose.

The reason why this great collector made this trip was mostly because of myself.

This Necron—wanted to collect him.

(End of this chapter)