Warhammer: I don't want to be a stinky can! ! !

Chapter 775 218. They all pointed to the point on the star map
"Today's weather is sunny. The concentration of spiritual energy around is high. There are no Kahns within a ten-mile radius. It is suitable for travel."

My only failure was living long enough...

Ezekiel Abaddon couldn't stop sighing in his heart. Now that he was middle-aged, the wars that once made his blood boil were gone, leaving only the wreckage and the ashes of the dead swaying in spots, leaving some comfort.

If he had died ten thousand years ago, he would not have to face the fact that his legion was annihilated. If he had died thousands of years ago, he would have retired when he was at the peak of his career - but the root of everything was that he lived too long.

He successfully witnessed the fall of the Empire and the retreat of its Primarch, and successfully lived to witness the re-rise of the Empire and the return of its Primarch.

Abaddon's eyes were blank, allowing the strange light of the Warp to shine through the window. The light of the Warp had become increasingly dimmer in recent days.

In fact, they have not left the Warp for some time, and with the establishment of the Nirvana system, the Imperium is returning with a completely new attitude - their perception tentacles have reached too far.

Even, Abaddon mused, the ships of the Red Corsair Huron had even entered the Warp openly and began to recruit Space Marines who had fled into the Warp for their crimes.

Huron's speech was, wash away your sins before the Empire recovers the Warp!

Huron would then send these Space Marines who had been fooled by him to the most dangerous and dirty battlefields. For those who survived ten battles, he would help them turn serious crimes into minor crimes, and minor crimes into innocence, and then try to enter them into the Empire's Nirvana system.

It is said that Pluto approved this action. Abaddon took a deep breath. Is this what those oil men called "mercy"? !

Damn it! He still has Abaddon in his warp! The Red Pirate Huron is blatantly recruiting soldiers right under his nose!

Abaddon took a deep breath. There was no need for him to get angry with the dog that kept barking at him after a rope was tied around his neck. At Abaddon's signal, the Black Legion advanced deeper into the Warp.

After the Battle of Baal, Abaddon knew that the game was over.

In other words, he was considering the wrong direction.

He had been trying to warn the Empire against Hades, but he had never imagined that after everyone returned to Terra, although Robert Guilliman was in charge on paper, in reality most of the real power was in the hands of Hades.

The Blood Lord's performance in the real world was too weak - Abaddon could feel that the Warp and Chaos were declining together.

It's over, it's over!

According to Abaddon's thinking, after witnessing Hades's heretical behavior of educating the greenskins, the Primarchs would work together to secretly restrain Hades - but unexpectedly, nothing happened!

Abaddon did not understand, nor did he want to understand. If the role of Hades was changed to any other Primarch, he would be strongly rejected by the other Primarchs. So he did not understand! Why? !

But Abaddon's deployment was not without results... As far as he knew, the activities of Valdor, the Lord of the Imperial Guards, had become more active after his trip to Baal.

At least in Ezekiel's information network, Waldo would never appreciate Pluto.

But even so, so what?
Abaddon sighed deeply, his eyes subconsciously moved to the information Chaos gave him. He slumped down on the soft sofa. In front of the dejected Abaddon was a bloody body nailed to a copper rack. On the body, the blood showed the instructions Chaos gave to Abaddon.

Abaddon looked down, blood was flowing on the dirty deck, and a few sharp high Gothic words flowed out through the cracks.

"Eye of Silence."

"Necrons."

"Seduction."

Abaddon swallowed his saliva and covered his eyes with his hands. The Battle of Baal ended with the Blood Lord's tragic defeat...

What exactly does Chaos want to do?
He might know.

Abaddon tried to contact the gods, but they all looked sideways, as if they had gone far away or were lying dormant.

But - there was no other way. Slaanesh, who was at the top of the six, had already fallen, and the army of the false emperor Cerberus had begun to infiltrate the warp. Abaddon had no other choice. He did not want to be pulled out of the warp by the army of Cerberus and then beheaded and hung on the church.

If he, Ezekiel Abaddon, were to die, it would be in the battle he had started. He would rather die standing than be captured and beheaded without dignity.

If you ask yourself, Abaddon never did anything wrong - his only mistake or rightness was not bending the knee to Hades.

Abaddon was silent, his eyes fixed on the high Gothic words written in blood. The corpse used for sacrifice was staring at him with its eyes lowered. Finally, he had made up his mind.

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"My prophet Orikan has disappeared..."

The Lord of the Three Saints, the Creator of Unification, the King of Silence, Szalak had a hoarse voice. The Pharaoh asked questions in the silent court, but no one was afraid of the dead to answer his questions.

Silent King Szalak has long been accustomed to no one answering him - he is the supreme leader of the Necrontyr and now the Necrons. Unless he designates a Necrontyr to answer, otherwise, anyone who rashly answers the Silent King's questions will be sentenced to death.

"It was last seen on the ship of the National Librarian, Trazyn... Trazyn... Trazyn..."

The Silent King seemed to be feeling somewhat troubled. When its fleet arrived at the edge of the galaxy, it received numerous memorials from dynasties accusing Trazyn of stealing many of the dynasty's treasures to decorate its own museum.

The Silent King did not want to pay attention to the accusation letters from those old guys. Due to rigid thinking, many Necron Overlords still believed that they were in the Age of Necrontyr, so they would fly into a rage for the slightest sign of being offended - this was related to the nobles' face and must not be ignored.

But the civilians and slave audiences they cared about had long since turned into Necrons who obeyed them completely and had no interest in their offended dignity at all.

Szalak was not interested in Talaxin either - as long as that reckless guy didn't steal from him, the Silent King would not spare any energy to deal with this matter.

But its former prophet, Orikan, is crucial.

Even though the Silent King has no feelings for Orikan and only regards him as an extremely useful time technician, it does not mean that Orikan is not important.

Orikan is the best time technician among the Necrontyr, bar none. He stands out among his colleagues. At the same time, Orikan is also one of the few who can play tricks on time and perfectly deceive other Necron time technicians.

This also led to Orikan's eccentric personality. He always liked to predict something. If things did not go according to his prediction, Orikan would travel back to the past and interfere with fate until his prediction was perfectly fulfilled.

Orikan calls this behavior "guarding" time.

Therefore, he was called a madman by Trazyn. The conflict between Orrickan and Trazyn was also known to all the dynasties. During the long and boring time, the Silent King also watched the debate and fight videos between Trazyn and Orrickan in the court to relieve his boredom.

Compared to other lifeless or ambitious (especially the Storm King) Necrons, these two Necrons are obviously more energetic.

Could it be that Trazyn killed Orrickan...?
The Silent King pondered, this possibility was not zero. Although Tarasim was recognized as having poor legs and feet among the Necrontyr, Orikan was no better than him. In the eyes of the Necrontyr generals, the fight between the two of them was as harmless as Persian cats scratching each other.

But now, the Silent King needs its former prophet.

Under the throne, the three time technicians temporarily recruited by Szalak knelt without raising their heads. They gave the Silent King three different prophecies, but each one was a warning.

The long river of prophecy began to diverge at this moment. The Silent King saw one destiny for the rise of humanity; one destiny for chaos to completely pollute the real world; and another destiny for a completely dead universe with only Tyranids and black holes remaining in the galaxy.

None of these was what the Silent King wanted to see. At the time when the kings were reviving, fate showed him such a gloomy picture.

The Silent King rested his head on his arms. Although he would never feel tired, the Lord of the Three Saints still had this habit. He was thinking about where Orikan had gone - he needed a more precise answer.

The dim star map flickered beside the Silent King's throne, but there was no human empire marked on it. Instead, it was still a picture of the sleeping dynasty of the past. The Silent King glanced sideways, wondering whether to return.

Although there are many Necron planets that have become completely dead during the Great Hibernation, other than that, the remaining surviving dynasties have already begun to recover, and those that awakened earlier are already ready to move.

The Silent King stared at the planet that had been annexed by the Sotak Dynasty. He hadn't seen it for many years... When did the Sotak Dynasty expand to such a vast territory?

Imotekh the Storm King...

The Silent King felt unhappy. The guy who opposed his rule...

If the Storm King insists on continuing to challenge its rule, it will use its army to tell Imotekh who is the true ruler of the Necrons.

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"Really, of course it's true."

Trazyn lowered his voice and put his hand on Guilliman's hand. As long as you ignore Guilliman's slightly surprised expression and Trazyn's little action of trying to hook the sapphire on Guilliman's gauntlet, everything will become harmonious.

Guilliman tried to withdraw his hand somewhat awkwardly, but the Primarch was a little stronger, and Trazyn could only watch with regret as the Macragge blue slowly moved away from him. The Primarch coughed.

[If you like, my friend, I have the same batch of gems in my collection. ]

"Oh, ahahahaha, okay, but I want this transparent blue one, the great lord of the empire."

Trazyn was not embarrassed at all. It was a necrophile who had been dead for many years. Embarrassment was reserved for the living, and it no longer needed such emotions.

Guilliman coughed again and tried to bring the subject back. This was the suffering Lord of the Empire. Even if he became the nominal monarch of the Empire, there would be people/Necrons who would eye his collection, and they would be rude to them.

[Has the Silent King really returned? 】

"It is absolutely true,"

Hearing the name of the Silent King, Trazyn nodded seriously. The Necromancer lowered his voice again and changed himself from that state of boasting.

"It has returned and is currently in conflict with the Storm King. The fight is going on vigorously."

Trazyn said nonchalantly that it had no good feelings towards either of them, and the armies under their command had long since become pure machines, or a few crazy generals and obedient technicians.

【That……】

Guilliman looked at Trazyn hesitantly. In his miserable reign, what kind of alien races and people had Guilliman not seen? He was wrong. Aliens like Trazyn were rare among the rarest.

Trazyn sneered and waved his hand.

"They won't care about me. Who would care about a crazy, lowly museum director? The nobles only care about enemies who challenge their reputation, and they would certainly not care about a rat in the gutter like me."

Just like the Storm King invaded other dynasties, after invading other dynasties, it would send a notification letter to the Necromancer Court, telling the Silent King that this territory has become the land of the Sotec Dynasty.

Under the Silent King, the pharaohs and overlords fight with each other, but the Silent King will not care about these things unless one of them goes too far.

A necrophile like Trazyn who does things secretly is almost an outlier among outliers. In fact, Trazyn doesn't know what it is going to do - maybe just to make the Silent King unhappy, as long as it can stop bowing down to those idiots.

But deep in the logical code of Trazyn, perhaps the necrophile who was once named Trazyn left it something. Facing those crazy Necrons who tried to restore their past lives, Trazyn always remained silent.

Incidentally, it was still privately trying to piece together the Old One - in the midst of Orikan's taunts, it was still trying in vain to seek some of the past soul for its own race.

Perhaps among the billions of Necrons, only the mad former librarian Trazyn, who loved collecting all kinds of collections, had ever caught a glimpse of the shining souls of the Necrontyr - not only those of the great nobles, but also those of the lesser nobles, the poor and the slaves, and still tried to capture them.

It collects tokens of love made of mud by slaves in the former small dynasty, and those simple plates and bowls, which will be placed in its exhibition hall with the same sapphire on Robert Guilliman's helmet for visitors to appreciate the twinkling of the Milky Way.

The Necrontyr has passed away, and the magnificent country has finally turned into a puppet show for the leader's own entertainment. Trazyn now only wants to see the joys and sorrows of the former Necrontyr again, or to let the Necrons "come alive".

Hades also made an OK gesture.
"Trazyn's forces are well hidden, I testify - at least from the other Necrons."

Guilliman sighed in his heart. He watched helplessly as Trazyn and Hades started to wink at each other again. Sometimes he doubted whether Trazyn was a qualified leader.

Maybe it wasn't one at all, but by some coincidence of fate, this power happened to fall into its hands.

"So - don't worry! The Silent King won't focus on the Human Empire for a while! The Storm King is enough to give him a hard time!"

Trazyn laughed.

"I promise!"

(End of this chapter)