Infinite Stream Metaverse

Chapter 734 Iron Man
At this moment, in the vast dark space, a strange flat warship shaped like a crescent moon was sailing at a high speed.

Shroud-class light cruiser, the Ancient Lord.

"We have left the fire control lock range of the human warships."

A message came from Trazyn's technical officer.

The Necromancer was plugged into the celestial globe command pod and spinning in a ball of light surrounded by a rune panel, her four arms dancing above the rune light, void chains dangling from either side of her metal skull like earrings.

"Ok."

Trazyn stood up and left the command seat.

In long-distance ocean voyages, it is difficult for Necron warships to have a speed advantage if they do not use the Tombstone Gate to enter the Webway, but in short-range naval battles, no warship can prevent the Necron warships from leaving.

The speed of the inertia-free engine far exceeds the sublight speed engines of warships of all other forces in the Warhammer 40K universe.

This means that the Necrons almost always have the initiative in space naval battles, and they can come and go as they please.

Trazyn walked alone in the passage of the warship, which was unusually quiet without any sound. Because the crew did not need to breathe, the inside and outside of the dead warship were a vacuum environment.

The Shroud-class light cruiser is often used as a reconnaissance ship in the Necrons' naval system, which does not seem to match the identity of the Necrons Overlord. But Trazyn likes it very much, because the Shroud-class light cruiser has strong stealth performance and can avoid the sensors and auspicious instruments of many human warships, which is very convenient for the Necrons Overlord to sneak into other people's homes at any time to conduct archaeological excavations and quickly slip away afterwards.

At this time, the Necron Overlord walked briskly to the stern cabin of the battleship, humming a little tune that only he could hear, tossing a hyperdimensional cube in his hand, looking very satisfied.

Even though Orrickan still took the C'tan fragment, Trazyn did not feel discouraged by the failure. Any C'tan fragment is a strategic weapon for any Necromancer dynasty, and there is never too much. But Trazyn's interests and pursuits are not in this, he has no interest in dominating the galaxy. He was very satisfied to get a unique and wonderful collection, even if he paid a lot for it.

"overlord."

The technical officer's voice suddenly came:
"An abnormality has occurred on the port side of the battleship."

"Huh? What's wrong?"

Trazyn stopped walking when he heard this.

"There seems to be... a creature that does not belong to the battleship attached to it. I will transmit the image to your eyepiece."

The technical officer considered the words and finally decided to send the image directly to the eyepiece of the Necron Overlord.

Trazyn stood there and watched the picture sent by the technical officer: above the crescent-shaped left port side of the cruiser, a human woman was lying there, holding tightly onto a protrusion on the hull of the battleship with both hands, trying to crawl towards the boarding window.

"how is this possible?"

Trazyn was shocked.

How could a human being survive in a vacuum without wearing any space gear? How could a human body withstand the acceleration of a Necron warship's inertia-free engine when it was activated instantly? And outside the ship?

Or... she is not human.

"slow down."

Trazyn immediately gave the order in a deep voice:

"I want to go out and take a look."

……

The Ancient Lord gradually slowed down. Holding the Staff of Transference and Annihilation, Trazyn walked along the corridor towards the boarding window. As he walked, the living metal on his feet began to wriggle and turned into a suction cup-like structure. After Trazyn walked out of the boarding window, he walked straight to the port side on the hull of the warship and soon came in front of the creature that looked like a human woman.

The other party also raised his head and looked at him.

Long white hair fluttered freely in the void, and beneath the hair was a face that might be very beautiful according to human aesthetic standards. Trazyn was not sure, but he was sure that the human-like thing in front of him was definitely not a human.

Her body surface temperature is far lower than normal human body temperature, which means there are no capillaries under her skin, but the core temperature of her chest cavity is hundreds of thousands times higher than human body temperature - it is most likely a miniature nuclear fusion reactor!
Erudition was one of the few virtues of Trazyn that even his enemies acknowledged; he understood humans very well.

The thing in front of me is just disguised as a human.

She's not even any kind of carbon-based creature.

"Iron Man?"

Trazyn instantly thought of a word.

Humans call humanoid machines that use advanced intelligent programs and silicon-based chips "Iron Men", which is a very unholy and even blasphemous word - for the Mechanicus. There is an Iron Man in Trazyn's museum. The collection looks very much like some kind of intelligent robot of the Mechanicus, but its appearance is far less human than the one in front of us.

If it weren't for the fact that sound couldn't be transmitted in a vacuum, Trazyn really wanted to ask this iron man some questions.

Like, what exactly are you?
How did you end up on my ship?

Trazyn searched through his memory frame by frame.

Then I found a fleeting clip.

The aircraft used by Trazyn to break into the Cloud City Fortress Monastery was the Night Scythe, accompanied by five Doomsday Scythes for cover. All five Doomsday Scythes crashed under the dense anti-aircraft firepower of the fortress. His troops completed the deployment through the wormhole carried by the Night Scythe and evacuated through the wormhole after the mission was completed. Except for the heavy losses, the whole process was no different from all his previous routine archaeological operations.

Trazyn carefully recalled the archaeological process. When the immortals were evacuating through the wormhole, a dark shadow seemed to flash behind the light at the edge of the wormhole... Could it be that she boarded the Night Scythe at that time?

So far, the iron man just lay on the hull of the battleship and looked at him quietly without making any attacking moves. Trazyn then squatted down with his long staff in one hand and tried to send a wireless communication wave to the iron man.

He didn't know what transmission protocol the iron man used, but he could at least receive the most basic radio waves, right? Tracin thought so, and then he saw the iron man in front of him raise a finger, and the skin at the end of the finger turned into black sand and faded, revealing the metal interface at the end of the finger bone.

Ah, she got it.

Trazyn understood.

She wanted to communicate with me.

Although reason and intuition have been telling him that this is not a good choice, curiosity has always driven Trazyn, and the temptation of the unknown is something he can never refuse. Trazyn adjusted the arrangement of the necromancer alloy on his fingers, turned his fingers into a data interface, and then raised his fingers to aim at the iron man's fingers.

Trazyn was only curious, without any worries or fears. The Necrons mastered the most advanced data technology in the universe, and the level of the Mechanicus was as ridiculous as children's programming in their eyes. Trazyn was the best among them, and he was named "Endless" because he could always take over the bodies of other Necrons at will.

After the collective mechanical ascension of the dead, the body and consciousness can be completely separated. Almost every overlord has two or three backup bodies. And Trazyn is best at using hacking technology to sneak into other tomb worlds, seize the bodies of space dead spirits from other dynasties, and then steal. This is his unique skill and his confidence.

Trazyn thrust her finger forward.

"boom--"

There was no sound in space, but the moment the connection was successfully established, there was a loud bang in Trazyn's mind. A huge amount of data, carrying the weight of a civilization, crashed down on the head of the Space Necron Overlord like a tsunami.

Cybertron? Decepticons? Unicron? What is that? A naturally formed silicon-based life form? A natural silicon-based civilization that is completely different from the Necrons? Bursting with vitality that is completely different from the gloomy Necromancer Empire!
Trazyn stood there for a moment.

Unlike the High Gothic and Low Gothic languages ​​of the Human Empire, which are both phonetic languages, the language of the Dead is a type of ideographic pictogram composed of arcs, circles and lines. Cybertron is also a type of ideographic pictogram, which makes Trazyn feel naturally familiar. He is intoxicated by the baptism of massive amounts of data and feels that he is not interacting with an iron man, but with a civilization.

At this moment, a sudden change occurred!
The girl who was lying on the hull of the battleship suddenly jumped up, and used her left hand's fingers as a knife to chop the head of the Necromancer from bottom to top, severing his neck and sending his head soaring into the sky. The fingers of her right hand tore off the connection, and the flesh on her palm quickly turned into black sand and faded away to reveal a plasma palm cannon. She aimed the muzzle at the Necromancer's chest and fired directly. With a flash of light, a charred hole melted through Tarazim's chest, and then the chest cavity exploded.

"what……"

Trazyn snapped back to reality in the command chair.

Fortunately, it was only one of his body backups that went out to investigate the situation. Fortunately, he cut off the connection immediately, otherwise he would either be killed on the spot by the iron man, or his consciousness would be invaded and contaminated by the iron man.

Trazyn remained in her seat for a second.

Then he reacted and immediately shouted an order:

"Close the boarding window and increase to maximum speed!"

……

On the crescent-shaped port side of the Shroud-class light cruiser, Qing Ming knocked away the broken body of the Necron Overlord floating in space, stepped on the wide hull of the warship and sprinted all the way towards the boarding window that was slowly closing.

However, after the cruiser started its inertia-free engine and began to accelerate, even if Qing Ming reacted immediately and leaned over to grab a groove on the battleship's hull with both hands, it was still useless. Her fingers dug a hole in the battleship's black stone hull, but she was still thrown away by the acceleration of the moment it started.

Qing Ming somersaulted in the air, and then watched the Necron warship disappear from sight in the blink of an eye.

"Damn it... Master."

Qing Ming clenched his fists in anger.

The white-haired, red-eyed girl floated quietly in space, turned around and looked around, and found that she was now in an unfamiliar universe. The Necron warship had already rushed out of the Marcus King Star Region, and was surrounded by completely unfamiliar stars and planets, shining nebulae and broken asteroid belts.

Qingming observed the surroundings carefully.

The sights finally locked on a planet.

It seemed to be a forge world.

…………

Yunzhong City Fortress Monastery.

With a gloomy face, Qiao Shida walked step by step in the passage that was full of broken limbs, organs and blood plasma. He stepped over the body of a Dark Eldar Nightmare whose intestines were flowing out, and stepped on the broken arm of an Ork that was still holding a weapon.

In the power claw of his right hand was grasping the head of a Six-Seal Destroyer. The Necromancer's six green eyes were arranged like a spider's compound eyes on its rugby-shaped narrow head. The cables hanging under the head were dripping with some kind of oily liquid.

"Old Joe!"

Number 56 poked his head out of the messy office of the Chapter Master and just happened to see the First Company Captain in the corridor.

"Where are the Khans?"

Qiao Shida asked with a sullen face.

Number 56 shook his head slowly.

…………

Interrogation room in the Cloud City Fortress Monastery.

"You said you didn't know?"

Kalamanda asked back in a grim tone.

"I really do not know."

The Dark Eldar Archon, who was hung on the wall with his shoulder blade and collarbone pierced by an iron hook, wailed. His tendons in his hands and feet had been severed, and his limbs hung limply.

As he spoke incoherently, sticky blood flowed from his fang-filled mouth like a scarlet silk, gathering on the floor to form a pool of blood.

"So what you're saying is that one second you were fighting Orks on some desolate planet on the edge of the galaxy, and the next second you showed up in our monastery, immediately abandoning the Orks and turning to attack us. And you couldn't give any reasonable explanation for all of this except... you didn't know?"

Kalamanda asked back word by word.

As he said this, he stood up from the chair, picked up a strangely shaped shovel-shaped knife from the tray, walked in front of the Dark Eldar, raised his head and stared at him face to face, then cut the knife in his hand into the Dark Eldar's body, and then rotated it vigorously until the Dark Eldar screamed in pain again, gritting his teeth and said:

"Say again you don't know?"

"Ah ah ah ah ah ah ah--"

The Dark Eldar Archon twisted violently, causing the iron hooks and chains on his body to rattle. The Fallen Space Elf, who fed on torture and pain, was now in deep agony. Various Eldar words of pleading and cursing uttered in a string from his mouth, interspersed with intermittent low Gothic:
“I really don’t know…”

"Old Ka, there's no need."

Number 56, who was sitting in the chair behind Kalamanda, put down the data tablet in his hand helplessly and spoke.

He had the ability to read minds, and he knew that the dark Eldar was indeed not lying - in fact, Kalamanda was also aware of this, and perhaps he just wanted to vent his anger in this way.

"Don't worry, Khan won't die. He's a reincarnation, and he has more tricks than you think."

Number 56 consoled Kalamanda.

…………

The Necron Tomb World, Solemnath.

"The Great Archaeologist, Overlord, my Master."

Sanat, the chief exhibition director of Trazyn, placed his hands on the polished floor and knelt obediently before him:
"Solemuth welcomes your return with great joy."

"is it?"

Trazyn responded calmly.

He looked at the people who came to greet him. In fact, there were only Sanat and a ghost who was ready to take over the new collection. Solemnas was a dormant tomb world. Its officials, warriors and servants were still in the stasis of the Great Hibernation.

"Another full load, my lord?"

The chief exhibition hall manager said:

“Will it be stored or put on display this time?”

Trazyn took out the super-dimensional maze from his pocket and looked at it in his hand. After thinking for a moment, he said:
"This will be placed in the Space Marine exhibition area. It will be rebuilt into an independent display cabinet. The content of the nameplate will be compiled by me personally."

……

Solemnnas, the great museum.

A huge circular exhibition stand with a diameter of dozens of cubits, on which stood a Space Marine locked in a stasis field, leaping into the air and making a leaping gesture, full of dynamic tension. Spotlights shone on him from dozens of different directions, and a silver-white chainsaw sword was suspended alone next to him.

Sannat transformed an engraving pen from his living metal, and held it over the optical rune projection screen floating in front of the booth, waiting expectantly for his master's instructions.

"Qingshan Khan."

Trazyn spoke slowly.

Sannat quickly began writing the nameplate.

"He is the Chapter Master of the Iron Pagoda, and was formerly the Supreme Commander of the Empire, Lord Guilliman. This is the highest-ranking position in the highest authority of the human empire. Qingshan Khan is also the only Space Marine who has held this position so far."

Trazyn spoke slowly:
"During the Beast War, Qingshan Khan led the human coalition to expedition against the Orks and successfully killed the Beast of Beasts. He is the most powerful Space Marine I have ever come into contact with, perhaps second only to their template - the Primarch."

The person in charge of the exhibition hall was recording it simultaneously.

Before Trazyn decided to sneak into the Cloud City Fortress Monastery, he had already investigated the other party's origins. This was his fixed habit before carrying out archaeological activities. Trazyn never considered himself a thief. All his actions were based on serious historical research purposes, but the world often did not understand.

"Synchronize the video of him killing the lich guard and play it on loop next to the booth..." Trazyn just came up with a good idea, but then waved his hand and gave up. "Forget it, this may damage the image and majesty of the Nihilak Dynasty."

"Other than that."

Trazyn concluded his plaque:

"Qingshan Khan still has many secrets."

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