In the private lounge of the Endurance, Malcador, who was resting alone after finishing the meeting, coughed a few times and his hand wrapped in the jewel bracelet trembled.
"How did the talk go?"
A huge, hazy shadow emerged from behind the old man.
[… I agreed.]
"What are the conditions?"
[Part of my psychic power.]
"..." The old man raised his eyes and glanced at Mortarion, "That's all?"
[That’s all.]
"Alright, got it," Malcador waved his hand, signaling Mortarion to leave, and the figure in the mist disappeared without saying anything.
Malcador sat down on the bench with difficulty to rest, and when he raised his hand, the door of the private lounge opened.
"You don't look well."
An electronic voice sounded, and Malcador coughed, "As expected."
Trazyn walked over naturally and sat in the chair next to Malcador. The door closed again.
"Thank you... for your concern for the Empire."
Malcador spoke, and Trazyn laughed.
"Humans are a pretty interesting species—I'm glad I woke up."
Under the candlelight, Malcador's eyes flickered.
"I guess you're not the kind of race that likes to dominate."
Trazyn's hand stopped as he reached for the teacup. The Overlord turned to look at Malcador.
"Not now," Trazyn said. "There's no need for that."
Makado nodded slightly.
"I'm sorry for my intrusion."
Trazyn shrugged humanely and let the topic go. The Necromancer raised his hand and a small Death Guard fell out from under his Mechanicus cloak. Trazyn teased it with interest.
Malcador watched Trazyn's actions in silence.
"What do you think of Mortarion?"
“There’s a lot of potential.”
Trazyn rubbed the little Death Guard's head, and the little guy fainted, lying on the Necromancer's legs.
"Your ambition is not small, to awaken the essence of the warp without losing your original personality."
Makhado closed his eyes.
"Humans are psychic beings, and will never be able to become perfect..."
"Physical race."
Trazyn took over Malcador's words.
“We were an accident.”
The Necrons said, "Another ending to the past, an ending that abandoned the soul and completely escaped the Warp."
Trazyn continued to touch the little Death Guard's armor.
"There was no Nurgle, Tzeentch, or the rest of them back then... The Warp was much safer than it is now."
“It’s a different world now.”
Makado said, and the old man also picked up the teacup and took a sip.
“… Times have changed.”
"As time goes by, the power of the Four Gods grows stronger," Trazyn said lightly. "They claim to be beyond time and space—complete nonsense. Can they reach the battle in heaven?"
Malcador stared at Trazyn in silence, while the talkative Necron continued to talk.
"Two milestones," said the Necrons' historian. "The fall of the Eldar Empire - the awakening of Slaanesh, and the expansion of the Imperium of Man."
"No species before you has ever been so closely connected to the Warp."
"The birth, expansion, and overthrow of psionic races provide the power to strengthen the Warp, while the physical side... the imprisonment of those beings weakens the physical world."
Trazyn picked up the cup and drank tea.
"The subspace cannot continue to expand."
Malcador stared at Trazyn. "Is this your attitude?"
“That’s my attitude.”
Trazyn picked up the little, dormant Death Guard and tossed it to Malcador, who took out another.
"No, I'm just a historian who records history."
Trazyn negated his previous words.
“Will historians interfere with history?”
Malcador stroked the sleeping cub and asked calmly:
Trazyn was silent for a long time, then he spoke.
"I just hope to do something, it's better than nothing."
The Necrons' faces glowed green, and Trazyn staggered.
"If someone makes a mistake, someone needs to step in and stop it - did I understand this back then? Unfortunately, I can't remember that day."
During the reincarnation ceremony that year, did Trazyn resist
"I just don't want to see any more tragedy."
Trazyn said absentmindedly, "Even if I screw up, for me, it's just a matter of sleeping for tens of thousands of years."
Malcador sighed, and the old man was not in a good mood.
"Thank you for your help. I understand. Before the battle started, we did not expect this record."
Trazyn laughed.
"If you're really grateful—well, I want the Mona Lisa."
Makado's hand holding the teacup trembled.
"You can definitely get it yourself."
“It’s better to have a legitimate reason.”
Malcador raised his eyes. "Perhaps you should covet something else, whether it is Hades' power or Mortarion's power."
Trazyn uttered a sound of disgust.
"Do they know that the Empire has sold them off?"
Malcador said calmly, "I knew it at the beginning."
Trazyn thought for a moment.
"I understand what you mean. Hades can integrate the abilities of the Star God, as well as the Black Domain, the absolute physical side... Mortarion has the potential for life, which can allow us to re-..."
If the Necrons wish to continue to be physical overlords, then they will absolutely covet Hades' abilities, and if they wish to regain their souls, a guarantee from Mortarion may be a good option.
At least the Necrons have no intention of going to the Garden of Nurgle to snatch Isa away.
Not to mention that the Eldar and the Necrons are mortal enemies.
Trazyn was silent. Finally, Trazyn said lightly,
"This is my business, it has nothing to do with race."
"I just let a friend take shelter here, and watch the four gods of the warp get humiliated."
"That's all?"
"That's all."
Malcador sighed, "Not like a politician."
"I'm just a historian. Besides—" Trazyn laughed dryly twice, "You would never like to see political confrontations between dynasties."
If Trachin himself were to evaluate it, then it would be based on the construction.
Malcador continued, "After this battle, I will send you the Mona Lisa. I don't just want to make friends."
Trazyn stared at Malcador.
"Being friends with you right now is not an option."
Malcador paused for a moment.
"Okay, got it, thank you for your reminder."
The old man said tiredly.
"I know... I know the prophecy. We all got it wrong."
Malcador coughed again, and the old man waved his hand, and golden flames ignited around the room.
"You are a distinguished guest from another race. Let us sign a contract for the sake of our friendship with the [Dead]."
"And for the little Death Guard's sake."
Trazyn held up the little creature in his hand. "I am now thinking about how to let Corax gain some of Nurgle's power. I understand why the Nurgle army likes Nurglings."
(End of this chapter)