Dragon Race: Lu Mingfei Returns from Warhammer

Chapter 348 Endless

As the last rays of sunset disappeared from the restaurant windows, the musicians began playing a melodious wind trio, but the partygoers had no intention of appreciating the long, slow rhythm.

People wearing gorgeous robes in black, gold or red with gold thread painted on the surface were toasting each other, whispering to each other, with their heads lowered to prevent their words from being heard by others; their skin was as flawless as that of newborn babies, their eyes were shining, and they spoke fluently, completely different from the sloppy humans in the hive.

The boys in short sleeves and the girls in silk robes and lace skirts were their personal followers. They knelt not far away waiting for their master's orders, but their eyes would occasionally glance at the dining table. Those silver tablewares contained real fruits, vegetables and fresh meat. The value of any one of them should be enough to buy a top-notch residence on other planets, right?
But they still couldn't attract people to talk to. Those stewards, directors, rear admirals, army colonels, ladies... the dignitaries of Terra gathered here - although they were not at the top, their topics were always the same, always:
Power, money, knowledge, politics, satisfaction... mixed with all kinds of disguises, deals, traps, schemes and struggles.

The human species is so peculiar. Their diverse emotions nourish the subspace. Some people are willing to sacrifice their lives for others, while others constantly pull others to the front as human shields in order to survive. Some people disdain delicious food and only care about social games, while some people work until they die on the bottom of the hive while eating a mixture of corpse starch...

They exploit their own people to the extent that I only let my human slaves work ten hours per natural day and they are grateful to me. With a small reward, their loyalty to me exceeds that of their emperor.

You say I slander my own kind? No, no, no, I am not human. Strictly speaking, I belong to the "alien" species in the mouth of humans.

Let me introduce myself. I am [Endless] Trazyn, the eternal necromancer, an archaeologist, the ruler of Solomnas, the curator of the Solomnas Museum, the chief manager of the Necrontyr historical archives, a lover of diverse cultures, a recorder of galactic history, a voluntary protector and rescuer of ownerless cultural relics... and so on.

The one sitting in this party is not me, but this guy who has been infected with my "Heart-Locking Beetle" and has a distinguished status. Now I am observing this place from a distant planet through his eyes and body, and by the way, I am enjoying the music played by humans and finding some fun in my long and boring life.

Of course, the main reason is to let this guy make some connections and pave the way for me to visit here in person; after all, this is the sacred Terra, the core of mankind. Unlike the ignorant people on other remote planets, it is still very inconvenient for an alien like me to come in and visit.

Just as I was listening to the music and watching the power farce performed by this group of people with no collectible value, I heard screams - several uninvited guests came into the party hall.

But no one dared to stop them. Even though the person who organized this party was the head of a high-level department of Terra, he immediately knelt down and huddled into a ball, trembling in front of those tall giants in golden armor, not daring to raise his head.

Ah, the Imperial Guards, the personal guards of the Lord of Mankind, the most powerful human warriors. My hand unconsciously touched my waist, wanting to take out the Hyperdimensional Cube Labyrinth from my pocket to add these suddenly appeared Imperial Guards to my collection, and add some "new brothers" to the Imperial Guards guard in the Solemnas Museum...

Ah, I forgot, I'm not here myself. It's just a pity for this guy, I was planning to manipulate him to play a power game here.

Everyone was driven out by these guards—except me. It was obvious that they had prepared for this and were on guard, using a strange little object to block the space around me to prevent me from escaping or the Heart-Locking Beetle from sneaking out.

Although I can't do these things now.

But I'm curious about how they knew I existed.

I thought I had hidden myself well, and the social circle I entered was not among the highest on Terra, so naturally I was unlikely to be noticed by those “strange people” who protected them.

But these tall golden giants did not answer my questions, nor did they immediately destroy the existence of this body. They just silently and coldly cut off my hands and feet, and then took me away from here through the teleportation array.

Are they trying to torture me to extract some valuable information? They should know that this is useless to me.

At this point I should have severed my dimensional connection with the Heart-Locking Scarab and gone in search of new fun or artifacts, but my consciousness unit told me that there might be quite interesting developments next, so I stayed; when I saw that I might be in the core and most sacred place of Terra - the palace of the Lord of Mankind, I knew that my choice was correct.

I have always longed to visit this great palace up close and in person, to see these sculptures, these paintings, these artistic drawings…ah, my eyes are covered.

These golden giants didn't seem to want me to visit this place from a distance, perhaps because they were afraid that I would become familiar with the place when I really came here. Although I felt a little frustrated and regretful, I was more curious about where the imperial guards were going to take me.

To meet the legendary Lord of Humanity who sits on the golden throne? If so, I'm not surprised how the Imperial Guards found me. After all, this being possesses considerable power.

Are you asking me to repair that piece of equipment? To be honest, I would rather move it back to the Solemnas Museum to let other undead compatriots see it than repair it - but considering the difficulty of carrying out this matter and its serious consequences, I simply gave up this idea.

Anyway... just don't put me on it. But I still imagined myself sitting on that throne.

In short, after a relatively short period of time, I keenly felt an energy that was somewhat similar to the power of the Warp Aether, but completely different, as if I was being carried through a portal again. It was not until I heard the sound of the Imperial Guards armor touching the ground again that I realized I had arrived in another place through the very weak dimensional connection.

The black cloth covering my head was removed, and my eyes were open to things again. However, I was not in the throne room with surging etheric energy as I imagined, but a calm hall made of bronze metal, with patterns on it...

Oh my god.

I saw the boy sitting on the bronze throne right in front of me. He was looking at me calmly, and there seemed to be a scene of stars being born and extinguished in his eyes.

This is like a trait and instinct that cannot be disguised by anything. There is no doubt that He is the Lord of Mankind, the greatest and most powerful leader in human history.

"Hello, it's our first time meeting you, [Endless] Trazyn."

He nodded slightly and greeted me calmly.

"It is my pleasure, Lord of Mankind."

I said this very sincerely.

I also want to pay my respects to the Lord of Humanity by performing the rituals. His amazing feat of suppressing and sealing off the Void Dragon Mag'ladroth single-handedly is enough to earn my respect.

But this is obviously impossible, because this body's limbs have been cut off, and I am now being held in the hands of two guards - oh, I just realized that the guards responsible for guarding me have also added a few new "models", wearing black and gold armor that I have never seen before; the tallest guard in the front without a helmet, maybe he is a leader of the guards?

In addition, I also noticed that there was a human warrior who was not a royal guard standing next to the Lord of Mankind, and now he was glaring at me; from the power armor he wore, he looked more like an Astartes monk, but his technology, style and style were different from those in my collection; and judging from his genes... I always felt that they were a little strange.

Oh my God, all of this... is so worth collecting, even if it is just the words of greeting that the Lord of Mankind just said to me... It's a pity that I have no ability to collect them now.

However, my thinking unit has begun to simulate and save the scene of my conversation with the Lord of Mankind, and then consider whether to put it at the main entrance of the Solemnas Museum for playback.

"I would like to make a deal with you, Endless One." said the boy on the throne.

Trading? I was immediately interested. Trading with the will of the Lord of Mankind must be quite interesting.

I could sense that the Lord of Mankind on the throne was not in his complete form, but more like a fragment of His will; although I had been collecting information about the history of the "Horus Heresy" and trying to simulate and restore that great scene, I still didn't know how badly the Lord of Mankind had suffered.

"What do you want to exchange with me, Lord of Mankind? What do you want to exchange with me?"

I was so excited that I wanted to rub my hands together... but I didn't have any arms now, so I could only control the face of this body to make a smiling expression.

"Me," the boy said.

"Huh?" I was slightly stunned.

"I want to use myself to exchange with you for what I want. As you think, I am not the real one on the throne, but a fragment representing humanity." The boy said calmly, but his words made the guards around him and me become very anxious and nervous, and they all spoke out to dissuade him.

Fragments of humanity...

My computing unit was rapidly calculating the value of this collection... and soon came to the conclusion - this was much, much more valuable than what I had imagined, such as the collection of "the hair of the Lord of Mankind", "the skin of the Lord of Mankind" or "the underwear of the Lord of Mankind"!

Regardless of its value or significance, it is supreme, far exceeding the value of any collection in my museum! I have already thought of the location of the new exhibition area for the will of this Lord of Humanity, and will arrange or prepare other collections around it...

"But there is a small premise." The boy continued.

"What premise? Just tell me." I think I can no longer control the expression of this body - it must be a very twisted smile.

"Before I can be collected by you, I need to do something first. And I need to exchange what I need in advance." He said.

Ah, my overheated emotional unit cooled down a bit because of this sentence. Shall we exchange things first?
To be honest, this is not my way of doing things. Usually, I wait until I get the item before I make an exchange - if something happens to the object of the exchange before that, I am happy to see it.

But now the "object of exchange" has become me... the Lord of Humanity... I shouldn't go back on my word, right? I was half-believing and half-doubting. What's more, the contracts within the Eternal Dead Souls have no effect on Him.

"If it's too difficult, forget it, Valoris," the boy said.

"Yes, Your Majesty!" The commander of the imperial guards responded immediately, holding the big axe with an angry look, as if he couldn't wait to destroy my body, lest I really reach a deal with his master that he didn't want to see.

"Wait! Lord of Mankind!" I shouted hastily, "We can talk about this in detail!"

I made a quick decision. If it was just a small exchange of benefits in advance, it would be insignificant compared to the long-term transaction with the Lord of Mankind and his most valuable collection, humanity.

(End of this chapter)