Chapter 546 Borrowing and repayment
"You saved my life just now, which is considered a help. Now I have to make a second request. You have to help me find the energy core to activate this sacred object."
"Okay, I'll keep an eye out for it."
Lin Fan responded, and then asked about the situation here in Trazin and why so many skinners suddenly appeared.
Trazin was also very curious about this. Although the actions of this small dynasty were like rebellion and rebellion, no dynasty wanted to take in a source of pollution like the Skinner.
Although some dynasties will summon some skinners as mercenaries, they will not have close contact with the skinners. Even after a battle, they will clean up the skinners who wander the battlefield and continue to look for fresh meat.
The palace of this dynasty was opened by Trazin, and everyone walked in the palace that had been built 60 million years ago.
Compared to Solemnath, which is clean and tidy in Trazin and is always cleaned by scarabs and human servants, the situation here is no different from a ruin.
If an expedition team from the Adeptus Mechanicus came here, they would sigh and lament that someone got there first.
The largest hall was empty, with only a throne made of black stone conspicuous. In the dark corners further away, there are some damaged undead.
Surrounding the throne were piles of silk as brittle as paper, coins with dull colors and lusterless colors, and portraits whose paintings could no longer be seen clearly.
These rags were piled up around the throne and were not neatly stacked. On the throne, sat a Necrontyr overlord, who was the noble who had just communicated with Trazin.
The overlord did not show any emotion towards the intruder. He just sat calmly on the throne and watched Trazin walk around the throne.
When Trazin used his scepter to sweep away the debris accumulated around the throne, his green eyes twitched slightly.
"Tell me, what on earth do you, a little noble, want to do? Forget about rebellion, but also raise a group of skinners? Didn't you receive the latest dynasty awakening decree? If you are willing to talk, I can still give it to you in the dynasty court. A few kind words.”
"Bullshit Awakening Decree. Bullshit King of Silence."
These remarks made Trazin even more dissatisfied. This was not the beginning of a good exchange. He does like to chat and reason, but if you are shameless, Trazin does not recommend showing his cruel side.
"In my collection, there is a good thing produced by Gemo. It can make us soulless guys feel extreme pain. Do you want to try it?"
Trazin's scepter stretched out contemptuously and locked the neck of the overlord on the throne with the gap in the middle of the long blade.
"Haha." The Overlord smiled softly. His posture and tone were so contemptuous and dissatisfied. He glared at Trazin's face and roared, "You bullshit nobles! You have already caused me so much pain. Too much! Do you think I am still afraid of what those childish ghosts made? We had no preparations and no one came to help us. Our stasis chamber failed 20 million years ago."
"You can seek help from other great dynasties."
"Help? Help! Nothing is produced here! The resources here have been sucked dry by you bunch of bullshit nobles from the great dynasty! For the sake of face, you built huge palaces inside the stars and in the gaps between various spaces. How could you ever Ever thought about the struggles of our dynasties?”
The overlord became more and more excited as he spoke, and then it turned into a sigh. He raised his hand and pointed to the hall, perhaps to the direction of the more distant square.
"I remember. I remember what a wonderful place it was. Before we descended into this cold, dark cave, I could still take my children and walk in the gardens above. And so did the others. You can breathe in that beautiful and exquisite garden, feel the warmth of the sun, and the coolness of the flowing spring under your feet.”
Trazin did not interrupt the overlord's words. He just looked at the overlord calmly, waiting for the overlord who had suffered from memory errors to collapse.
"Many people like to raise Ulopi. I can see my butler and my servants. They are gathering around the long table with me to celebrate the arrival of a festival. This morning, I used a molecular cleaning instrument to cut off new The cancerous tissue that grew out.I.I.”
The Overlord's words became increasingly illogical, and his voice began to become distorted. His sensory array is connected to this tomb, and he can feel the existence of all the citizens of this dynasty. His subjects are like numbers, loyally and perfectly guarding the array, waiting for the call of the overlord.
The Overlord greets his subjects.
Not getting any response, the cold numbers flashed.
The overlord expresses his blessings to his subjects.
Not getting any response, the cold numbers flashed.
The overlord tells the story of his life to his subjects.
Not getting any response, the cold numbers flashed.
The Overlord's mechanical mind is surrounded by cold data that awaits the Overlord's command. With a thought, the Overlord asked them to stretch out their left hands, and the survivors of the entire dynasty stretched out their left hands. With another thought, the Overlord made their original body jump up, and the survivors of the entire dynasty jumped up together.
The more uniform it is, the more sorrow and despair it makes the overlord feel. In this completely collapsed black stone tomb, he is the only one with a relatively complete mind.
The Overlord drifted farther and farther in the data. He remembered that those numbers were a group of babies born, and now they became a group of rickety metal skeletons.
He remembered that those numbers meant a group of workers who were good at craftsmanship. Now they had lost all their talents and would only wait for his orders stiffly and stiffly.
Several desperate laughs echoed in the data, and the Overlord's spirit had collapsed. At the moment when his rationality was on the verge of destruction, he suddenly raised his head, stared at Trazin's body that was so luxurious that he could buy his entire dynasty, and spoke clearly every word.
The words were like a curse, containing unimaginable resentment. The syllables dug into Trazin's data core and unsettled him.
"If we are your firewood no matter what form we take, then at least let us burn down your arrogant and complacent extravagant throne."
The next moment, the Overlord's data completely collapsed. The irreversible tendency of void destruction and the hunger for flesh and blood appeared in him at the same time. He ignored the fact that his throat was locked by Trazin and pounced directly.
Speyer in the Gothic fleet is really out of line. If there is such a character in the Great Rebellion, why don't you just keep Terra?