Chapter 860 Endless Trazin
“That thing, that thing——”
He had been aware of Soshyan since he appeared on the planet, but he did not dare to do so at first Sure, because it was too shocking—even by his standards.
It wasn't until the other party went underground and he observed it up close that he confirmed that the other party was indeed "the one".
This is a big deal!
Not only for the Necron race, but also for the entire galaxy, and even more so for himself, Trazin, the curator of the Solemnas Art Museum!
But his other name is more famous, the Endless One.
Tarrazin is a protector of history, artifacts and things. The countless huge basements in the tomb world of Solemnath are filled with rare and great technologies, so much so that any machine Technology bishops who teach would sacrifice the lives of several close colleagues just to learn that these technologies actually exist.
Also, this underground chamber is filled with artifacts of all kinds: the legendary Bonesinger of Altansal, the pickled head of Sebastian Thrall, a pair of enslavers Ossified husks and a giant human clad in baroque power armor, his face twisted in an eternal scream – these are just a few of the collections.
This is a collection that is always growing, because history is always moving forward and Trazin is trying to catch up.
Most of the time, he obtained the collection through peaceful means, such as benign deception and borrowing.
But there are parts that cannot be obtained peacefully, in which case Trazin has no choice but to summon his army to get what he wants by force - if it means destroying a city, a A planet or an entire region, then he would not hesitate.
The most impressive of all the wonders of Solemnath is the Prism Art Gallery, a curved room whose statues recreate historical events that Trazin deemed worthy of display, covering everything from Idhar The last Supreme Council of the Craftworld, to the massacre spreading on Tragos.
Prism Art Museum is not only famous for its sculptures, but also for its living life transformed into high-gloss holographic images by mysterious technology.
Such statues are indistinguishable from their historical prototypes, as if frozen in moments of victory or defeat and standing forever in Solemnath as a testament to their actions.
Occasionally, a statue is destroyed, perhaps by the collision of an erroneous tomb ghost, the collapse of the gallery's ceiling, or a fight between one of Trazyn's warrior retainers and an overly curious inquisitor. Firefight.
These accidents would frustrate Trazin, as he would have to stop working on his new collection to find replacements.
Of course, few statues are replaceable, but there are no rules in Trazin's collection, only his own decisions.
If he feels that one of the bright light holograms meets the requirements as a replacement, then he will acquire them.
And once Trazin decides to update his collection, he does it with a high sense of urgency.
As a member of the Necrons, just having a collecting habit is not enough to make him a weirdo that everyone shouts about among his kind. In fact, he is different from almost all his kind.
He doesn't care about the past glory of the Necrontyr, nor does he care about the Necron's grand plan that lasts for millions of years. He doesn't even care about the life and death of his kind.
In other words, he is an absolute egoist.
Even in his opinion, other Necrontyrs are no more trustworthy than aliens when it comes to protecting the artifacts he seeks, so Trazin treats artifacts in the hands of alien worlds equally as those in the hands of his own kind.
This has led to him playing an unpopular role in many tomb worlds.
Many dynasties have issued fatwa orders against him.
These events explain in a sense why Trazin rarely travels under his real name, but uses a pseudonym to hide his true identity
Similarly, Trazin is rarely discovered by others before he is ready to act, but he is very modest about this. He does not think that it is how powerful he is, but that other Necron nobles are narrow-minded and stupid.
The naked contempt for the same kind has also become an important personal symbol of Trazin.
“This is a little tricky.”
In the black hall, Trazin shook the sheet metal cloak behind him and rubbed his hands in a very personal way.
After pacing back and forth a few times, he turned around and looked at the dark golden cube in the hall, which was surrounded by nine black columns and suspended in mid-air. "This is also a trouble. I didn't expect Balk to use the highest level time secret lock as a final insurance. There is no way to remove it for a while."
As he said that, Ta Racine turned his attention to a certain expeller.
In the dark underground, two silver-gray figures were climbing quickly along the long stairs, and would soon reach the highest level of the temple, where he was.
"I guess it can't be stopped."
Tarrazin rubbed her smooth metal chin, thinking about a strategy to deal with it.
“It’s very difficult to capture, and I’m afraid there is no chance of success in taking risky actions.”
Although this strange undead may seem unremarkable to outsiders, he is actually extremely arrogant in his heart, and few characters can When it comes to his eyes, there are few things that can make him retreat.
But——
Recalling the surging power that made his heart palpitate, Trazin felt that even if he exhausted all the means in this body, it would be difficult to defeat the opponent.
After all, the battle back then was still firmly engraved in his memory circuit. Hundreds of millions of warships, in the blink of an eye -
"Why don't we see if he can handle this first?" Something."
After thinking for a while, Trazin was still a little unwilling, so he turned and walked to a corner of the hall, and then tapped the wall three times with the scepter in his hand.
Soon, with a rumbling sound, the wall opened a hidden door, the Endless One walked in, and then the wall returned to normal.
Less than ten seconds after Trazin entered, accompanied by heavy footsteps, Soshyan and Talos walked into this hall full of strange statues.
"Is this a temple?"
Soshyan glanced around and found that the hall was only five hundred meters wide, with invisible symbols flashing on the walls and ground. A large number of statues whose shapes cannot be described in words stand in various locations in the hall.
Taros is also observing, but he has been staring at the mysterious cube from the beginning.
“I’m afraid it’s not a temple, this is where they store sacred objects.”
"That's true, then why didn't we encounter any obstacles along the way?"
"It's hard for me to say, but -"
Taros pointed to the cube with his finger.
"Maybe it has something to do with that thing."
Soshyan looked at the creation.
For a moment, his mind was filled with whispers of unknown meaning, as if a dozen mouths were telling him something at the same time——
(End of Chapter)