"I have shut down the automatic spirit."
Trazyn glanced at the planet in the distance. "The rest... you know what to do."
Hades gave it a look that said "those who understand, understand" and spoke a few words into the channel. Trazyn knew that he was issuing instructions to the troops on the planet - there was a great sage named Jin there, and Trazyn had hoped to take him in for a long time.
"Let's go down and take a look together?"
Hades said, tilting his head.
Trazyn shook his head.
"No," the Necron said, raising an eyebrow anthropomorphically. "I trust you - besides, I still can't do this kind of thing myself."
Hades knew what Trazyn meant—not directly involved in reducing guilt, but only responsible for dividing the spoils afterwards, right
Hades was sweating in his heart, but he understood Taraxin. After all, this matter involved cooperation between different races. Cooperation between different races? This was a very old and taboo topic.
There is nothing wrong with small-scale alien "cooperation" - if a few aliens get together and fall in love with each other, who knows if they will fight together with guns, but now... Hades and Trazyn both know that this is not a small business.
This matter is just like what happened when Trazyn thought he had invested in a small project, but ended up feeding a behemoth after ten thousand years - and as an investor, it is not right to charge interest at this time, nor is it right not to charge interest.
If they wanted to charge interest, they would have to board the pirate ship of Hades - no matter how hard Trazyn tried to avoid it, it would have to get some of it.
Well then... get on board!
No matter what, it’s better than the Silent King’s ship!
Once the time is right, as long as there is no direct conflict between it and Hades, it will be easy for Tarazin to get off the ship from Hades. By then, it will go it alone with its accumulated strength!
Taraxin smiled, and the Space Overlord stood up, ready to count and sort out the chips and strength on his side. He was not the kind of cowardly necrophile. Since he had decided to board the ship, he should be prepared to collide with the Silent King sooner or later.
"I'm going to go back now," Trazyn said. "The rest of the collection... I guess you can complete it on your own?"
Hades tilted his head, as if listening to the subordinates' report on the channel, and then nodded.
"No problem," Hades grinned, "Thank you for your help, Trazyn - of course I know what you want... Can you see if you can get the individual permission code of your emperor, or other information? I can also try it here?"
Trazyn nodded. He thought of the Hierophant of his dynasty. The old guy had hardly ever woken up. He had no memory of him. He only remembered that he obeyed the orders of the Silent King.
"As for the Silent King..."
Hades said, blinking, his black pupils revealing something, "Tarasim, it is possible that the Master Control Protocol has been destroyed by itself."
Hades saw Trazyn, who was about to leave, suddenly freeze. The Necromancer turned back in surprise.
"W-what?!!!!"
Trazyn's green eyes flashed with amazing light, but before Hades could say anything else, Trazyn understood it all. Why could Orikan act so indifferent? Why hadn't the Silent King led Hanoi's army again in ten thousand years? Why had the Storm King directly expressed his disgust for the Silent King? Countless clues emerged, and Trazyn realized this absurd reality - that - that - that -
That means the Silent King really gave up the Master Control Agreement.
Trazyn suddenly realized that when they were arguing, Orikan had hinted at it, but due to the Necrons' program settings, the Astrologer was not convenient to tell it about this.
Trazyn froze.
Is there something wrong with the Silent King's brain? !
Trazyn's body began to tremble.
“HAHAHAHA—HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!”
The Necrons laughed loudly, Trazyn rocking back and forth with laughter, the most he had laughed in a long time—he just laughed, but not entirely out of joy.
Such an idiot who destroyed the Master Control Protocol himself led the Necrontyr for ten thousand years? !
Or does the Silent King really think he has the power and charm to mobilize all the Necrons? !
Trazyn laughed. If it were the body of the Necrontyr, Trazyn suspected that he would have laughed to tears and his muscles would have been torn.
In between his wild laughter, Trazyn even felt that he had subtly understood the Silent King's crazy thoughts - did it want to return "freedom" to its people? After they completely lost their free will? !
Madman! A fucking madman! Hahahahahahaha!
Trazyn had almost never been so angry. What kind of king led the Necrontyr, the Necrons? He had never cursed another Necrontyr (except Orrikan) so viciously.
The Silent King completely destroyed the free will of the Necrontyr, and then "returned" their long-awaited freedom - when the Necrons needed a backbone to lead them to take care of themselves, the Silent King Szahrak chose to give up!
Only Trazyn knew that under the ravages of time, many of the popes who still had "self-awareness" had turned into insane beings. Some had completely become lunatics, while others believed they were still fighting the war in heaven.
But then the Silent King ran away! Not only did it run away! It also destroyed the only master control protocol that could directly command and change the logic code of the Necrons!
Trazyn felt his knuckles cracking as he gripped the Staff of Transference Obliteration, and he felt the utter absurdity and sadness of the Endless realizing how pathetic their own race was.
How ridiculous the Silent King is.
At this moment, Taraxin was extremely sad that he did not choose to abandon the Silent King Szalak and support his rival, the Emperor, but instead continued to serve Szalak in accordance with the ancient hierarchy.
It fell silent.
Trazyn was tired. He took a deep look at Hades who was a little shocked.
"Really?" It realized that the aliens had seen this absurd farce, but it didn't matter. There was enough negative information about Hades in its database, enough to make the King of Hell shut up and respect it.
"This way we don't have to work on freeing the Silent King from his hold on me," Trazyn said casually.
The Endless One paused.
"fine."
"I'm leaving first - after this, when everything is sorted, send someone to contact me and I'll come find you."
Trazyn said, and Hades quickly agreed. He watched Trazyn take a step forward as if he was running away.
The Endless's footsteps disappeared behind the door.
Hades blinked and looked at the empty chair opposite him. To be honest, Hades thought that they could discuss the details of the cooperation in more detail, but it seemed that Trazyn needed to rest for a while.
As for cooperating with alien races, Trazyn might not be able to adapt well to it for the time being.
After it had strangled the planet's automaton spirit—Hades could sense Trazyn growing tired.
Hades didn't think it was physically tired, considering it was a Necron.
He might be able to understand Trazyn, so let Trazyn take her time.
Hades stared blankly at the direction where Trazyn left, but at the same time, the King of Hell realized that this step of cooperation with Trazyn was absolutely secure, so he gave it a push—
Perhaps instead of letting Trazyn cooperate with Hades out of fear and terror (hoping to get rid of the Master Control Agreement), it would be better to try to provoke Trazyn into taking the initiative to start a war.
After all, Trazyn had plans to "rebel".
Hades took a deep breath and sighed. Every family has its own problems. This is true for the Empire and perhaps for the Necrons as well.
He heard rustling behind him, and Mortarion spoke quietly,
I can understand it.
Hades smiled, and tilted his head.
"... This is... This is not like you before, Lao Mo."
Hades, on the other hand, raised his glass and took a sip, and he himself became even more extreme.
The Primarch shook his head, then nodded.
[In the Necrontyr system—it can say the word rebellion... I admire it for that.]
Mortarion said, "Among the Necrontyrs, declarations of war only exist between peers... the lower against the upper... Compared to humans, this is more difficult to accept in their culture, and will not be praised at all, but will only be unanimously condemned."
Hades sipped his wine slowly. He turned the sofa around. It seemed that the Primarch knew a lot about the Necrons. The conversation between Mortarion and Trazyn just now also made Hades realize that Mortarion might know more than he thought.
"You can say that to its face next time,"
Hades quipped, "I think Trazyn would appreciate your compliment."
Mortarion dead fish eyes,
[That is an alien race, a dead soul. ]
The Primarch ended the topic cleanly. Mortarion was still Mortarion. At least he couldn't speak to Trazyn in a friendly manner in person.
"Then I'll praise you next time," Hades raised his glass, "We'll have to trouble Trazyn in the future... It's really a living Buddha."
The Primarch shrugged, casually raised his glass, and drank.
On this point, Mortarion couldn't refute this statement, even if he was unhappy.
The room was quiet for a moment.
"What are your plans next?"
Hades suddenly asked,
"We don't have to watch the end of this planet. Trazyn will come. We just need to leave the Mountain Entanglement and the accompanying excavation team behind. It will take about a month - and then we will talk to Trazyn about how to divide the spoils."
"I would have spent more time here - but now it seems unnecessary. I will go to a large forging world in the nearby Belkin Ω star zone to discuss measuring slingshots and building a dock. It will take about half a month - after that I will be free."
"I thought..." Hades looked at Mortarion, "You don't look like you're just going to rest in your coffin. What are your plans?"
The original body side head,
[Return to Barbarus.]
The Primarch said, [Revenant, let's go back to Barbarus.]
Hades looked at Mortarion.
"It's not just about reminiscing about the past, is it?"
The Primarch thought of the dragons beneath the Mint-Forged satellite.
But he shook his head, and wrinkles appeared around Mortarion's eyes.
[Just going back to take a look,] he said with some ease, [I remember you always advised me not to be so boring before... Anyway, Malcador won't return to Terra so soon.]
And the Lord of Humanity... I'm afraid he also has his own little thoughts.
… … … … …
[Comoros]
[Kitten—Kitten—Where are you?]
The front of his boots was stained with blood, and the black leather surface shone with a luxurious light. Curze was half-crouching in the pool of blood with an excited look on his face. The Primarch was shouting in a low voice, pinching his throat,
Countless corpses of modified warriors that were much larger than ordinary Space Marines lay here, and their mutations had decreased a lot compared to when Curze first saw them.
[Kitten—Kitten—I am lost in the sin city, where are you?]
A cold light suddenly appeared in the corner!!!
clang!!!!
Flames exploded! Curze grinned with an extremely twisted smile, and the bone joints on his gloves grew in an instant and turned into lightning claws.
The sharp edge of the lion sword was showing through the gaps between the claws, and the metal was trembling against the metal, making a shrill sound.
The bearded old man under the hood raised his chin and uttered a high Gothic word in a flat tone,
[sad.]
The next moment! The power of the lion sword in his hand changed! Leon released one hand holding the sword and hit Coze's chin fiercely!
The pupils of the Lord of Midnight trembled violently, and Koz immediately tilted his head back to dodge, but he also let go of the claws that were controlling the lion. Leon pushed off the ground decisively and rushed behind Koz!
[Want to run again?!]
Conrad's roar burst out behind the lion, mixed with countless swear words, but Leon knew what kind of victory he really needed, not just defeating a bastard who cursed at him.
The mist in the forest appeared around him, and the light around the Lion King began to distort, like the gloomy mottled forest. It was almost there, almost there. Leon felt a fishy sweetness in his mouth. He was forced by Koz to the vicinity of a Hades Tower - this area suppressed his talent too much.
The lion could even hear the humming sound of the Hades Tower as it trembled, and darkness slowly enveloped him, preventing him from leaving.
[return!!!]
Coz screamed in fury, but the kitten had already slipped away, as it had every time before.
… … … … …
The Eldar head exploded in Malcador's hand.
The old man had a calm expression - or rather a blank expression, as he received yet another defeat from Conrad, something he should have expected.
Not enough... absolutely not enough.
Malcador raised his hand and watched coldly as the yellow, white and red liquid turned into pearls, gold and silver in his palm. Not only was the killing not enough, but the hatred was also not enough.
He knew who Hades was, and he would never attack rashly without a thorough plan.
In this regard... Hades is far less likable than the Lord of Mankind.
Malcador impatiently threw away the jewels in his hands, and the gold and silver fell to the ground with a jingling sound.
+Inciting the Dark Eldar... Konrad.+
Malcador said, waving his hand to reveal a map of the galaxy. The old man intentionally drove the Eldar to the entrance of Comoros. At the same time, his attitude towards the alien races also aroused enough hatred.
Makado's hands behind his back.
Next, the Eldar will probably prepare for a major counterattack.
And he... he and his army had been badly damaged in the previous war with the Eldar, and could no longer provide much help.
… … … … …
The Emperor watched as Luther and Orikan left together.
(End of this chapter)