Warhammer: Expedition to the Multiverse from 30k

"Is this an orc? Is this a fucking orc?"

Luo Xi knew that those green-skinned orcs were like a green plague. These annoying guys would gather together and set off a green tide, and one galaxy after another would be polluted and covered by these orcs.

The number of exhibits displayed on both sides of the road was too numerous to count, and Luo Xi could only recognize a small number of them.

The universe is so vast that it has given birth to unimaginable life, but most of this life cannot even leave its home planet and enter the vast Milky Way.

"Most of the collections here are already unique. Their races were either destroyed by natural disasters in the universe or perished in their own wars."

Trazyn enthusiastically acted as a guide, introducing the things sealed in the stasis field in a narrative tone.

Suddenly, Luo Xi's eyes lit up and he saw something that could be called a human being.

He was a human warrior who was taller than Astartes. He was wearing a rather simple power armor, especially the lower body, which was not even completely sealed. His strong physique supported the mark 1 power armor.

"Thunder Warrior."

The voice of the Undead Overlord sounded, this was a collection that it was very satisfied with.

"The first generation of genetically modified warriors created by the Emperor of Humanity were able to unify the divided human home planet Terra so quickly thanks to that guy."

Roshi had read bits and pieces about these transformed warriors in the Ptolemaic Library in Macragge. These superhuman warriors active in the Terra Unification War were even stronger than the Astartes in terms of combat power, but they seemed to have shortcomings in stability.

After the Unification War, the Thunder Warriors withdrew from the stage of the Empire.

Some say that they all died in the Unification War, others say that they were liquidated by the Emperor and killed by the Custodians and the first batch of Space Marines. As unstable weapons of war, the best ending was to die after the war.

Behind the Thunder Warriors, some smaller but better-equipped Astartes began to appear.

"Lunar Wolf."

Luo Xi's pupils shrank. He was very familiar with the famous Luna Wolves. The 16th Legion was the legion of Warmaster Horus, but soon after it was renamed Sons of Horus, this legion followed the Warmaster's footsteps and chose to betray.

"This color scheme is the Luna Wolf before the betrayal."

"Betrayal is always the deepest pain of a race. Only civil war can completely destroy an empire, while external attacks can only unite all individuals."

Trazyn seemed to have remembered something and spoke in a tone similar to a bard's aria.

"Little guy, do you know why I collected so much human history and individuals? If you answer correctly, I can give you a small reward."

Trazyn said, and asked.

Luo Xi's brain worked at the fastest speed. This was a very important opportunity to make a deal with a freak among the undead like Taraxin.

Why, why does he value humans so much?

There is no love without reason, and no attention without reason.

Could it be that the Necrons, a race that follows the path of materialistic science, have a preference for latecomers?

Luo Xi thought about it for a few seconds and rejected the idea.

The universe is so vast that the majority of races follow the path of technology. Although many of them are completely different from the technology trees pointed out by humans, they can also be attributed to the path of technology.

The Necrons were once flesh and blood creatures, but somehow transformed into living metal bodies. How are this race similar to humans?

Inspiration flashed through my mind like lightning.

He coughed lightly and said slowly: "Because humans are very similar to you. This is not the similarity in life form and appearance, but the experiences and achievements of each other."

"In humans, you see the shadows of past races."

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."

Roche knew that Trazyn was referring to the period from the feudal slave age to the invention of the subspace engine, using this method of faster-than-light travel to establish numerous human outposts and colonies.

STC began to appear during this period. In order to adapt to the needs of colonizing the vast universe, humans had to invent a device that could preserve, back up, and transfer their 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!"

Chapter 124: The Past of the Eldar

Luo Xi could see that the Undead Overlord was not very willing to tell the history before they fell into sleep.

It was silent for a moment, and simply summarized that terrible history with four words: "War in Heaven".

This is a very heavy topic, and even someone as eccentric as Trazyn doesn't want to talk about it.

"In other words, the abnormal astronomical phenomena we observed in the universe, as well as the traces of ancient battlefields, are all remnants of the war called the [War in Heaven]?"

Tarasim nodded, and Roshi suddenly felt a cold sweat on his back.

The stars that were destroyed one galaxy after another, the huge space anomaly belt that spanned the Milky Way, and the disordered time background constants were all traces of the war that had once happened.

What kind of race could fight like this with the Necrons, who have almost reached the ceiling of materialistic technology? The complexity of the matter is far beyond what can be explained in one meeting.