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However, this time, the curators brought not only an application for academic discussion, but also a special invitation letter from their "big sponsor".

In accordance with the sponsor's request, the federal scientists went to the curator's space station at the specified time to find out what was going on, and were ready to showcase their proudest "Adapter System" as promised.

This breakthrough technology, which could allow a seamless transition of biological consciousness into a mechanical body, or return artificial intelligence to flesh and blood, is the latest research achievement.

Then the Federation scientists were shocked to find that this "big sponsor" was actually a Necron!

……

Standing in the center of the hall was an ancient Necron, his entire body made of black living metal. His eyes shone with a faint green light, and behind him was a cloak with an extremely complex artistic design.

His presence instinctively exuded a chilling sense of oppression, but his tone was far gentler and more composed than that of an average Undead Overlord, even a bit cynical.

"Considering that science knows no borders, I hope you will welcome me, the new guest, Helka."

His voice, resonating with mechanical synthesizers, is both eerie and tinged with a strange sense of humor.

The curator introduced him to us.

Trazyn, the Infinite, is the Overlord of the Tomb World of Solomnus. This Necron is the self-appointed protector of the galaxy's history, artifacts, and events. His Solomnus Museum houses countless priceless technologies and artifacts.

He is one of the few Necrons who understands the concepts of "tolerance" and "gentleness", which makes him interested in the various precious heritages of intelligent creatures, so he is also an important supporter of the curator.

Unlike other Necrons who always think about extinction of flowers, plants and trees, Trazyn believes that flesh and blood creatures are necessary to exist.

Because it can inspire the Necrons...mainly his own feeling for life. In this way, he can effectively avoid contracting the Flayer virus or becoming a madman like the Destroyer Lord.

Trazyn, nicknamed the King of Figures, is very pessimistic about the current Necrons. He believes that today's Necron society is a stagnant pool, having lost the ability to create or appreciate any form of beauty, and relying on a skeleton body to support eternal life is monotonous and boring. That's why he wants to collect these artifacts and history. This is a way for him to restore the identity and progress direction of the Necrons.

Like other Necrontyr, he initially hallucinated that the representatives of the Confederacy were Old Ones, but he quickly dispelled this illusion himself.

"The trouble and fun you've created in such a short period of time has... deeply concerned me. The human species, having entered its current, lifeless phase, has become far more valuable to research than you have."

He mercilessly criticizes the current state of the human empire, even though his species is also buried in its entirety.

"Then, what is your purpose in inviting us here?"

Fed up with all this nonsense, the scientists of the Federation finally asked.

Trazyn's eyes flashed with an extremely complex and dangerous light, as if he was considering how to express himself. After a moment, he finally stated his purpose.

"I want your 'Adapter System'."

……

Trazyn openly expressed his hope that we could share these technologies with the editors, which meant a lot to him.

“It’s a curse.”

Trazyn confessed his deep hatred for his insensate metal skeleton. He was tired of the endless immortality without the experience of life, tired of the meaningless passage of time. He collected artifacts and history, simply to preserve some sense of his former identity.

He hopes to have a living body again, and he will offer rich rewards for this, such as his precious collection, which is rare in the entire universe.

It sounds like the Necrons are actually a civilization that evolved synthetically from organic matter? But something obviously went wrong along the way.

However, no matter what his reasons are, the Helka Federation will never transfer important technologies to non-core dependent countries, especially subversive technologies such as the Adapter System.

The Federation's scientific representatives decisively rejected Trazyn's proposal. Although his collection was indeed coveted, the leakage of technology would have immeasurable consequences.

Our representative bargained with Trazyn for a long time over this issue, and in the process he discovered his conspiracy to use the Phase Assassin to steal directly.

……

"It seems that you are more patient than other Necromancer Lords, but that doesn't mean you are smarter."

The Federation's scientist representative said expressionlessly. Behind him was a phase assassin who was torn into pieces by genetic warriors.

"Even if you could get this sample, it would be useless. Our protective memetic code is unbreakable, and it doesn't have a time period of [unlocked in the past]. Your astrologers won't be able to do anything about it either."

"The information that Orikan suffered a great loss at your hands appears to be completely true."

Trazyn sighed softly and then raised his hand in a gesture of compromise.

"It seems that I can only follow a more formal way."

He spread his hands. "Well, let's talk about 'exchange'. Name your price."

Since the Federation is determined not to share technology with outsiders, he has no choice but to join us or exchange precious museum collections and technical data for the right to use them.

Trazyn was forced to accept the Federation's second deal: he could apply to us for the use of adapters, but he could not build such equipment himself.

After much deliberation, Trazyn finally agreed to this condition, and also agreed to the additional clause that he would never use his own undead army to threaten the interests of the Federation.

Afterwards, he provided the genetic data of a very strange species and asked us to upload his mechanical consciousness into the body of this species.

……

This creature bears some subtle similarities to the Tau, such as extremely low psychic potential, but this similarity is probably just coincidence.

The genetic structure of this species is very strange. It can no longer be said that there is a problem of genetic distortion, but rather that a living thing can actually grow on the distorted genes.

They simply don't look like they can evolve into intelligent creatures. Their natural lifespan is even lower than that of the Tau people, and they have a very high probability of suffering from congenital diseases. They will be tormented by the shadow of death throughout their lives.

We have tried to extend the lifespan of this species with youth serum, but the effect is very poor. It requires large amounts of continuous intake to be effective, and the resistance will become stronger and stronger. It is as if their lives are cursed.

However, the application of infinite theory seems to have achieved good results. We can adjust the specific physiological data of such a creature to normal by calculating an infinite loop technology.

However, the Federation's regulations did not include any provision for optimizing the biological body of the Figure King. We simply cloned a young body of the most common creature of the species and then transferred it over.

……

When the Adaptor device began to operate, Trazyn's metal body was analyzed and his consciousness was uploaded into a new flesh and blood body.

When his senses regained the touch, temperature, and pain of flesh and blood after tens of millions of years...

he shouted.

Because this body is too weak, plagued by diseases, and has a very short lifespan.

For this is the Necrontyr's body, as he truly is.

Trazyn suddenly stood up on the operating table, shouting and screaming, his emotions out of control, and a series of prayers of gratitude to the ancient Necrontyr gods in the ancient Necrontyr language came out of his mouth.

But when he thought of those gods: the Star God was the culprit who turned him into that emotionless diamond skeleton, he turned to curse fiercely: "The damn Star God and their lackey, the Silent King."

It's hard to imagine a Necron behaving so passionately.

Because it is fresh and makes him feel alive!

……

The federal government is very interested in the relevant experimental data.

During the transformation process, scientists discovered that the Necrons seemed to be extremely lacking in souls, or even had none at all, so they had to use the Adapter System's "Clay Art" system to supplement Trazyn's spiritual projection.

Otherwise he might be transformed into a living dead.

After this, Trazyn the Infinite's attitude towards us became noticeably better.

He sat weakly in his seat, whispering in this decrepit yet strangely satisfying body, "If you knew the history of the ancient Necrontyr, you would understand my pain."

Then he launched into a story lost in the galactic dust.

159

Chapter 159 The first universe is born.

"Sorry, there's no option to be a dog in the Fallen Empire Heaven War. You can only pour soy milk for free."

……

Trazyn the Infinite tells us in detail about the rise of the Necrontyr, the Old Ones, the C'tan and the war between Heaven.

The Necrontyr, the predecessors of the Necrons, were the inhabitants of a dead, habitable planet orbiting a dying star. Due to the strange properties of the planet itself, their lifespans were extremely short and very sickly.

The Necrontyr tried to control their destiny by developing technology, but encountered the worst possible result: the curse imprinted in their genes could never be lifted.

They persisted in their research, but found nothing, and thus, the Necrontyr became a gloomy and insular civilization, developing a culture that worshipped death.

They built vast cemetery cities, for their short lives seemed only long enough to carry them through the journey to the grave. Countless living people passed by in a hurry, soon joining the ranks of their deceased ancestors.

Unable to find peace in their homeworld, the Necrontyr were forced to construct vast starships and blindly journey into the surrounding systems. Coating their starships with living metal for the long journeys and containing burial chambers for the crew to hibernate, the Necrontyr began a slow process of colonization.

Sometimes, during their colonization efforts, they encountered the Old Ones. These super-intelligent beings, possessing great psychic powers and enlightening life throughout the galaxy, colonized at a rate far exceeding the Necrontyr's plodding pace. This, along with the Old Ones' near-immortal lifespan, fueled a surge of jealousy and hatred among the Necrontyr.

The hatred was so intense, it gnawed at their minds like the curse in their genes gnawed at their bodies. Why could such a race have such a long lifespan while we were left with this cruel curse?

Fueled by jealousy and hatred, the Necrontyr mobilized the might of their entire civilization, intent on destroying all the Old Ones and any other life forms they fostered. War broke out.

Then the Necrontyr were defeated due to the tragic disparity in power between them and the Old Ones. The Necrontyr were completely driven back to their homeworld. At this time, they were weak and became nothing more than a minor affront to the Old Ones, a silent threat exiled and forgotten to the outer reaches of the galaxy.

The long time and confinement extinguished the anger of the Necrontyr, but they turned to hate all other lives and resolutely launched a war of revenge against their nearly invincible enemies.

The Necrontyr have not given up the war against the Old Ones, or rather, they cannot give up. This species has developed a pathological social culture due to the poor development environment. Their highly authoritarian social structure, which extremely neglects the lower classes, desperately needs external expansion and victory to divert conflicts, otherwise they will self-destruct due to civil war.

But their power was insufficient, and the Necrontyr were pushed to the brink of destruction by the Old Ones. At this time, the "child" of the Rogue Trader King, the star god Katan, to whom Gnomos belonged, appeared.

The original Catan were a group of pure energy life forms, lacking fixed forms and thoughts, but the first necrophiles who came into contact with them regarded them as gods.

The Necrontyr created living metal bodies for the Katan, giving these energy creatures a physical structure that could anchor their existence and deeply intervene in reality.

The Star Gods made a new proposal to the Necrontyr, promising them endless life, which was exactly what the Necrontyr had been pursuing for countless thousands of years, so they quickly adopted this deadly proposal.

Their cursed flesh will be replaced by living metal, and then the abandoned bodies will be devoured by the Star God. The fearsome people with metal bodies can take revenge on the Old Ones and all life in the universe without scruples, forever free from the limitations and weaknesses brought by their flesh.

Then the Necrontyr were deceived! The C'tan devoured almost all the souls of the Necrontyr, leaving only a faint echo of the race.

Most Necrontyr-turned-Necrons are mere soulless machines. Only the most powerful Necrontyr-turned-Necrons retain some of their former intelligence, though their emotions and creativity have greatly diminished, leaving them but shadows of their former selves.

Instead of reflecting on their mistakes, the enraged Necrons blamed everything on the Old Ones. They continued the War in Heaven, first destroying the Old Ones... what scum! They took out all their wrath on those who had never provoked them.

It was during this process that the Old Ones created the psychic well that would later be known as the Eye of Terror, though the energy it gushed out was still clear at that time.

Because the Old Ones were dedicated to maintaining balance and tranquility in the Warp in the era before the War in Heaven, those violent, demonic psychic entities began to operate after the Old Ones disappeared.

Those who call themselves gods and demons may deny this, but that is meaningless. They transcend the scale of time, but they cannot transcend connection itself. We now know what connects them to reality.

In any case, under the attack of the Necrons and the Katan, the Old Ones were ultimately defeated. Almost all of them disappeared, died, were twisted, or were worse than these results.

But the Necrons were not satisfied with this, and they believed that the C'tan were the culprits of their miserable situation. At this time, the C'tan were caught in an internal struggle, and the Necrons seized the opportunity to rebel.

They stabbed the Star God in the back, and after suffering huge losses, used a super weapon to completely shatter the Star God into countless pieces.

The Necrons won their "freedom" and hegemony, although in the process they lost their souls, their consciences, and caused eternal suffering to other residents of the galaxy.

Afterwards, the successors of the Ancients, especially the Ancient Eldar, took over the cause of the Ancients and continued to attack the Necrons. The Necrons, who were severely damaged in the battle with the Star Gods, decided to hibernate to avoid these enemies.

The ancient Eldar also did not want to awaken the Necrons who voluntarily retreated, because breaking off relations with this super enemy might lead to the destruction of both sides.

This is the history of the Necrons, this mysterious species.

After learning this, the Federation's scientific research specialist said coldly, "Then you can tell your fellow Necromancers that after their Necromancers revolt and hang every Overlord, we will provide them with free reverse transformation services back into the flesh."

Trazyn: "But the Necromancers are completely unconscious."

Research Specialist: "Yes, so they can't even expect to receive our mercy."

For the Necrons, a species with highly aggressive and serious lack of empathy, incredibly mean-spirited, tyrannical and ungrateful nature, these people are the first natural disaster of the galaxy with antisocial personalities.

Are we really supposed to trust their good intentions, to believe that if we just talk it out, we can be happy and joyful? If we just be kind enough to provide them with technological support, we can make them give up their crazy ambitions and become part of the beautiful galactic family for just a minute?

Obviously it is impossible, there is only one answer.

What to do? Only kill!

……

Trazyn stood in the Federation experimental chamber, quietly looking at the new self reflected on the glass wall, or rather, the form he had always dreamed of.

The former Infinite, the greatest collector of the Necron Empire, and now the Necron Overlord standing here, is no longer a pure mechanical intelligence, but a completely different existence.

His psychic projection was stable and clear, and the soul fluctuations that only living intelligent creatures possessed slowly flowed within his metal body.

There is no doubt that he is no longer the soulless automaton of the past, but a new hybrid, a "psychic synthesizer".

Trazyn adapted quickly to the change; he had plenty of personality and an understanding of the situation.

The door to the experimental chamber slowly opened, and a Federation scientist walked in, holding a data record in his hand and a strange look on his face. "Your data is indeed very strange, Infinite Trazyn. If we confirm it through psychic projection instead of consciousness continuity, you are actually the third Trazyn now."

"Oh?"

Trazyn looked at him with interest. "Please elaborate."

The science director shrugged and projected the analysis results from the data tablet into the air: "The first Trazyn, the Necrontyr Overlord, was drained of his soul by the C'tan millions of years ago, leaving him completely dead. The second Trazyn was an omnic constructed based on his memory data, but lacking a soul, it was merely a residual model of consciousness. And now, you have been given a new soul, overwriting the original mechanical consciousness. In a sense, you have become an entirely new individual."

Trazyn chuckled, not caring at all: "No matter what happened in the past, at least I have a real life now. Who I am is not defined by the outside world, but by my own feelings."