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

Chapter 123: Humans and Necrontyr

Half of Luo Xi's answer was based on his observation of the Undead Overlord in this short period of time, and the other half was inspired guesswork.

If humans prefer a certain race, it must be because they see their own shadow in the other race.

Life always instinctively develops a liking for similar things.

It is this tiny similarity in macro-probability that creates a connection between two races that originally had no intersection.

Trazyn clapped his hands, and the metal palms made a strange sound when they collided.

"You are partially right. Yes, you short-lived and fragile primates are very similar to our predecessors, the Necrontyr."

Luo Xi nodded. He had already noticed the change in Trazyn's self-description in his words.

It is both a Necron and a self-aware Necronophobe.

"Our race was born on a planet very close to a star. Due to the special stellar radiation, individuals of our race have abnormally short lifespans and are very susceptible to genetic mutation diseases."

"Even the healthiest and longest-lived among us can't live past thirty stellar years. We fear death, but we also worship it. Look at these tomb worlds. Their culture originated from the death worship that has been passed down in our civilization."

The architectural style of the Necrons makes extensive use of symbolic objects such as tombs, coffins, obelisks, etc. The convergence of life makes similar things exist in many species.

Trazyn's tone became high-spirited and passionate, as if he had returned to the era of the Deathly Haunters.

"But we never surrendered. The great Necrontyr civilization grew stronger through generations of sacrifice and progress. We marched into the galaxy, conquered the sea of ​​stars, and became the dominant race in the galaxy among the earliest life forms."

"Our racial culture is brilliant and splendid. This is not something that a race like yours with only a few tens of thousands of years of history can understand." The Undead Overlord did not forget to brag about himself. Luo Xi despised this self-boasting behavior in his heart.

For every race, its own culture is always the most proud thing. It is the foundation of civilization, the benchmark of racial cohesion, and is born in every bit of civilization development.

In a sense, one race can never truly understand the culture of another race.

"Although humans have a much longer lifespan than the Necrontyr, they are still considered a short-lived species in the vast galaxy."

Due to the harsh environment that prevails in the empire, human life expectancy is often lower than expected.

But even for humans living in a rich garden world, their average lifespan is only one or two hundred years. They can only continue to live by relying on life-extending surgery to replace those decayed and damaged organs.

In the galaxy, there are plenty of alien races that can easily live for hundreds or even thousands of years.

From what Roxi knew, those arrogant and annoying Eldar did not even reach adulthood until they were several hundred years old, and their average lifespan could easily exceed a thousand years.

"Apart from this similarity, humans have also made some great achievements. Although we don't want to admit it, from the Golden Age, to the Dark Age of Technology, and until now, humans have actually become the masters of the galaxy."

Luo Xi was a little surprised by the Necron's praise. He thought that this arrogant metal skeleton would continue to maintain his annoying arrogance.

Although it speaks words of praise, it actually still maintains a condescending attitude.

It comments on the later race, humans, as a pioneer.

"Hundreds of thousands of years ago, I saw that ape on Earth look up from the ground to the sky, and it stretched out its hand toward the vast sea of ​​stars."

"In just a few hundred thousand years, apes became ape-men, and then became primitive men. And after human civilization took shape, in just 20,000 years, you went from a planetary civilization to an interstellar civilization."

Roshi knew that Trazyn was referring to humanity's evolution from the feudal slave era to the invention of the warp drive, utilizing this method of faster-than-light travel to establish numerous human outposts and colonies. The STC emerged during this period. To meet the demands of colonizing the vast universe, humanity had to invent a device capable of preserving, backing up, and transferring its cutting-edge technology.

"You have created traces of your existence in the universe. I believe your culture has a certain intrinsic value. Humans are one of the few races that can create culture in this galaxy made up of orcs, elves, bugs, and all kinds of monsters."

As he was speaking, Luo Xi was suddenly surprised to find a group of humans wearing Necrontyr-style clothing actually walking among these collections.

There were no chains on their bodies, and they appeared freely in the museum.

"Who are they? Humans?"

Luo Xi was also unsure. He couldn't contact the intelligent brain, so he couldn't use it to detect what was inside these things that looked human.

Perhaps these are just Necrons in human form, but their living metal is more versatile than the T800 robots in an ancient movie called "Terminator".

"Don't worry, they are real humans, servants I keep in the museum."

Trazyn opened his arms to accept the worship and greetings of these humans. He acted like a living Necrontyr noble, receiving his slaves and servants.

"Lord Trazyn."

The leading human man saluted respectfully, and then busied himself with maintaining the static position equipment.

Luo Xi noticed the curious looks of some of them, who were obviously wondering why a human could walk side by side with the distinguished curator.

"There are so many humans, it's okay for me to catch some and keep them in my museum." Trazyn explained, "The noble Necrontyr nobles need some servants and vassal races, and I think humans are a good choice."

"If there were only nobles and no commoners in the world, what would the nobles be called?"

Luo Xi looked at these humans living in the Solomons Museum with complicated eyes.

Although they had similar appearances to him, it was obvious that they had completely adapted to the identities of Necron servants and slaves.

But he had no reason to condemn anything, because compared to those mortals who were suffering in the war, the humans living here did not have to worry about material resources at all.

A safe environment and a prosperous life are what countless people dream of.

"They have no freedom..." Luo Xi was about to retort, but swallowed the next sentence back into his stomach.

Do the people of the human empire have freedom? Heavy tithes, oppression from planetary governors, slavery from various industrial guilds. If you ask a citizen of an ordinary imperial hive city whether he has freedom, he will probably be despised and ridiculed by the other party.

The lives of the vast majority of humans were hard, and not all worlds were as affluent as the Five Hundred Worlds of Ultramar.

Roche cannot define whether humans living in museums have deviated from humanity because he is not qualified.

He is just one of the countless people, but he is more special and unique.

He understood the meaning of the Undead Overlord's display of these things. It still wanted to convince Luo Xi to become an exhibit in the museum.

"I am very curious about your race. If the Necrontyr are so powerful, why did you choose to sleep until now? There is no reason for a race that dominates the galaxy to give up its territory and enter an almost eternal sleep."

Hearing this, Trazyn was obviously a little embarrassed. He pretended to be calm and scratched behind his ears with his fingers, then said:
"You are such a sharp-tongued little fellow. Yes, our race has chosen to hibernate. All dynasties must enter a dormant state in order to drag down our enemies - those damned Eldar!"

(End of this chapter)