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

Chapter 128 The Endless and the Astrologer

coincidence?

Sorry, there are no coincidences in most things in this world.

The Overlord of Solemnas was holding his Staff of Empathy and Annihilation, and was walking unsteadily in his museum.

It locked the treasures it had found from the weak Necron dynasty on Sotha into the stasis field, and Trazyn's consciousness was rejoicing at the collection of another piece of the Necrontyr civilization.

Suddenly, a heavy metallic friction sound came from behind it.

The Undead Overlord didn't even turn his head, fiddling with his new collection, and spoke slowly.

"My museum welcomes all visitors, including my people, humans, Eldar, and even those green-skinned orcs, but——"

"Not even you, damned Orikan!"

As he spoke, Trazyn swung his Empathic Annihilation Staff, releasing a dark green energy beam, firing at another Necromancer who came to his side.

The Necron named Orikan simply moved its body. The "time cloak" it was equipped with wove different time streams together to form a shield composed of chaotic time streams.

However, the beam fired by Trazyn did not match the time flow of the shield, so this powerful attack had no effect on Orikan.

"I knew it, I knew it, there's something wrong with the time membrane on Sosa, it's you, the damn guy, playing with time again."

It seemed like Taraxin had known this for a long time, and was not surprised at all that his attack missed. Or rather, it would have been really strange if the attack had actually hit the old guy.

Because this uninvited guest is its "old friend", the prophet of the Necrons and the most skilled astrologer. Even when they were still Necrontyr, Orikan could predict the future through the movement patterns of the stars.

This guy was a close confidant of the last Silent King. He was also the only one who thought that the Deceiver's plan was a conspiracy when the entire Necrontyr tribe believed the Deceiver and threw their entire race into the bio-transmutation furnace.

Astrologer Orikan looks completely different from Trazyn, with a single dark green eye embedded in a long and narrow metal face, and a circle of light golden structures surrounding the back of the ear to the top of the skull.

"Haha, you are the same, aren't you? According to my calculations, you should be on the other side of the galaxy, continuing your shameful petty thefts."

"You should have rescued a group of Space Marines who were holding out on the path of that Warp Puppet Warmaster, and then locked them in your box to watch those boring plots over and over again."

Trazyn stroked his metal head and paced around the table.

"You too, aren't you? Why? You've come to Sosa, too, but you've been refusing to show up? Go meet that little fellow?"

"Or are you too embarrassed to stand up when you see me here? Oh my Orikan, you are too shy."

The tone of the Undead Overlord suddenly became coy and salty, but in front of it, Orikan, holding the Staff of Prophecy and wearing the Cloak of Time, still had a serious expression.

"I can't see that human on the timeline, but I am sure that the revival of our race will be related to him. As for you, you are just doing it for your vulgar hobby. If you really dare to collect that human, I will take action."

The two also had high status among the Necrons. As soon as they met, they began to attack each other mercilessly, but their goal was the same - to find Roche.

"So you are here on behalf of the Triarchal Council this time?"

"The Silent King has ordered." Orikan said.

"Then who do you think my coming here means? Orikan? The absolute, great, correct astrologer?" Trazyn taunted mercilessly.

"You idiot, if your predictions are interfered with by the unpredictable, your predictions will fail. And you will use the ability of a time sorcerer to go back to the past and physically rewrite events that are not within your predictions - this is also called prophecy?"

The two Necrons gradually escalated their quarrel from verbal abuse to the level of armed confrontation, with the Staff of Empathy and Annihilation versus the Staff of Prophecy. The scepters in their hands, which possessed many incredible psychic powers and technologies, were no different from wooden sticks picked up from the roadside.

If the Space Marines and the Eldar who were in stasis could see this scene, they would probably laugh out loud.

Trazyn, the Infinite who loves collecting, and Orikan who can travel through time to modify history, two famous Necrons, are now fighting each other with dung forks like two human peasant women.

Their moves were full of loopholes, and their strength and speed failed to fully realize the potential of their living metal bodies.

"What are you wondering? You are allowed to stay in Sosa and try to build a good relationship with that human? You are giving away technology and giving some information about the human's past. It's too obvious."

Orikan's mind left his body and began to wander in the tomb world following the circuits and programs, while Trazyn immediately followed him, and the two chased each other.

Their physical bodies aren't their true nature. Ever since their birth in the Biotransformer, these Necrons, born from the remains of the Necrontyr, have long been a different kind of existence. "What about you? How many times did you secretly rewrite the timeline while I was communicating with that human boy? If I hadn't noticed the anomaly in this area's temporal membrane, I wouldn't have known you were here."

The two people's consciousness shuttled through the system of the tomb world. The last moment they were chasing each other in a snow-themed exhibition hall, and the next moment they came to a stasis stand where a huge green-skinned orc was imprisoned.

The big guy in the stasis field is not the same as the green-skinned orcs wreaking havoc outside. This guy called Kork Orc is twelve meters tall, and his frozen body is covered with crude exoskeleton armor, which is far beyond the imagination of today's orcs.

"You dare?!" Trazyn's voice screamed.

However, the Scryer did not hesitate. It used its consciousness to shut down the stasis protocol that imprisoned the Kork orcs, and Trazyn immediately arrived and fixed the error in a microsecond.

The eyes of the ancient orc only lit up slightly before falling into eternal silence again.

"You old bastard, don't you know how difficult this green-skinned war machine created by the Creator is? How dare you!"

Trazyn cursed without grace, but the latter just sneered.

"Didn't you violate the dynasty's ban and secretly hide one? If it escapes, what does it have to do with me?"

The two continued to chase each other in the system, and the next moment they possessed two Space Marines who were bound by stasis.

These Astartes have the Undead's Heart-Binding Scarabs placed in their bodies, which can control their thoughts and intentions to a great extent.

The two controlled the bodies of the Astartes warriors and continued their fight like shrews strangling each other.

The two Emperor's angels rolled around on the ground like hooligans, stabbing each other's eyes, noses and other vital parts with their fingers.

Highly acidic saliva spurted out, and Taraxin and Orikan smeared each other's faces with their saliva.

The Space Marine's reinforced skin was sizzling and smoking under the corrosive acid, and Orikan left the body again. After all, this was Trazyn's territory, and no matter how noisy it was, the Infinite would still be the ones causing trouble.

It was thinking about its next target, and then it saw a giant alien insect creature covered with a horrible chitinous shell and holding two symbiote swords in its hands.

Orikan drilled into the insect's brain without hesitation, but when it was about to control the insect, it crawled out of the giant insect's head with a wail of pain and shock.

Trazyn's triumphant smile was spreading. It proudly recorded the scene of Orikan's defeat. The bug imprisoned in the stasis field was not a native creature of the galaxy. In fact, it came from outside the galaxy.

In the future, these bugs will be named Tyranids by humans, and it will also have the great reputation of being the overlord of the hive.

Since the Silent King left the galaxy, he has encountered endless Zerg outside the galaxy, and Trazyn took the opportunity to snatch a trophy from the Silent King.

"That guy's consciousness belongs to some kind of hive mind. If you go after it, you'll be in trouble."

Trazyn's ridicule angered Orikan, who leaned close to his face, and his tone fluctuated.

"Why didn't you tell that human that Sosa's precious things weren't just the Pharos device? The black stones and what was imprisoned in the device were the most important."

The Infinite Ones locked the escaped Hive Lord back, and some Tomb Spiders that came rushing over were torn to pieces by the biodegradation field of the Tyranid insect, but fortunately the Living Metal was able to repair them.

"Who said I didn't tell him? You don't know just because you're stupid."

Orikan finally stopped and returned to its body, ending this childish chase.

"I am only here to warn you not to do anything dangerous to that human: Although he is unobservable, the causal changes he brings can be observed, and I have seen the possibility of my people recovering their souls on the timeline—"

"So, Trazyn, if you dare to act so recklessly again, I will not be the one to come next time. The Triarch Guard will teach you a lesson about manners and dignity."

"I know, I know, you boring guys."

Trazyn sent the astrologer Orikan away like a beggar, and it recorded everything that had just happened. The entire event and the awakened characters were sent to the Prism Gallery.

"I will name this collection: Astrologer Orikan. I hope this old guy can be grateful that it can appear in my museum in this way."

Holding the new black cube in his hand, the Infinite One looked in the direction of Sosa with a meaningful smile.

(End of this chapter)