Not You Again, Trying to Steal from Me?
It was seven days ago that the ruins of Solemnace were cleared.
The museum that once flourished for 65 million years is now only a piece of green debris, slowly floating in the void.
Trazyn Sixty-five million years of collections, the last remnants of countless civilizations, have all turned into dust in the universe at this moment.
But Silent King doesn't care about that.
He was sitting on the throne, surrounded by dense holographic projections-weapon design drawings, battleship structural drawings, and various human technological creations that he had never seen before.
This is the gift he is about to give to Imperium of Man, and it is also the sincerity of Necrons's first official meeting with humans.
He chose the best things, the technologies that even Necrons himself was reluctant to use, the knowledge that was enough to make Imperium of Man's technology leap forward for a thousand years.
He even had someone prepare a special gift.
It was a statue, carved from the purest Blackstone, with the shape of Emperor sitting on Golden Throne.
The exquisite craftsmanship and perfect details of the statue are enough to amaze any mortal.
Silent King Looking at the statue, I suddenly felt a little ridiculous.
He is the former overlord of Milky Way, the one who defeated C'tan, and the supreme ruler of the Necron Empire.
At this moment, he was preparing gifts for a group of short-lived races with a lifespan of less than a hundred years, and he was also carefully trying to figure out their preferences.
"Your Majesty." A subordinate's voice interrupted his thoughts.
Silent King raised his head. "What's the matter?"
The subordinate knelt on one knee, with an imperceptible tremor in his voice. "Trazyn the Infinite, captured by Imperium of Man."
Silent King's fingers paused slightly.
The statue almost slipped from his hands, but he steadied himself and placed it gently on the armrest of the throne.
After a moment of silence, he began to mobilize the database.
Trazyn the Infinite, one of Necron Overlord, the ruler of Solemnace, was once the administrator of a Necrontyr library.
When Necrontyr was still alive, he liked to collect all kinds of weird things.
After transforming into Necrons, this hobby intensified. He spent 65 million years collecting the remains of countless civilizations.
"Why?" Silent King asked, "I've obviously issued a peace ultimatum, and everyone is killing and killing people, but it's just a joke.
Now you can't even wait for these few days?"
The subordinate fell silent, lowering his head and not daring to speak.
Silent King waved his hand and motioned for him to check.
A stream of data flashed in the subordinate's eyes, and he was retrieving all information about the arrest of Trazyn.
Soon, his expression became strange.
"Your Majesty," he said, his voice a little difficult, "The specific reasons for Trazyn's arrest are incomplete."
Silent King frowned slightly. "Incomplete."
The subordinate nodded. "He was caught very cleanly.
Imperium of Man seems to have deliberately erased relevant information.
We can only find some scattered fragments."
He paused, "It seems that there was a little conflict with Lord Regent of Imperium of Man."
Silent King was silent for a long time.
A little conflict.
These four words passed through his mind with an ominous premonition.
He knows Trazyn, that madman who dares to collect anything.
The Lord Regent of Imperium of Man, the Primarch called Guilliman, and the Son of War who is said to have the power of Lesser God.
Trazyn Go and provoke him.
There was also "a little conflict".
He closed his eyes and thought about the possibilities.
Then, he saw the statue.
The way Emperor sits on Golden Throne, that skinny body, that shriveled cheek, that ever-furrowed brow.
He suddenly felt that his situation was somewhat similar to that of Dark King.
They are all sitting on thrones, they are all ruling a huge Imperium, and they are all thinking about the future of their people.
He sighed, his sigh full of exhaustion, "Then let me go and talk to that Lord Regent."
The subordinate was stunned. "Your Majesty."
Silent King stood up, his stalwart body like a mountain in the green light. "I need to understand something from that Lord Regent.
Maybe he can help us find a way to restore our souls."
What he didn't say was that he had lost too much.
For sixty-five million years, his people have gradually lost themselves in this cold metal body.
Those souls that were once alive are now only the afterimages of data.
He needs an answer.
An answer about the soul.
Even if he was asked to lick Imperium of Man's hot ass, he would admit it.
It was Terra late at night when the communication device appeared in Guilliman's room.
Guilliman has just finished handling the last batch of government affairs and is preparing to go see his mother.
The green light was particularly dazzling in the darkness, with the unique cold aura of Necrons.
Guilliman's reaction is faster than lightning.
Countless images flashed through his mind instantly - the image of his mother imprisoned in Stasis Field, the photo album that had been held for ten thousand years, and Trazyn's proud face.
"Fuck!" he roared angrily and slapped her down.
The golden Psionic Energy exploded, and the communication device and the surrounding air were shattered by him.
You dare to steal my wife again.
Now he still wants to come and steal from me.
Silent King's projection was smashed before it even took shape.
Silent King, who was countless light years away, looked at the dissipated Psionic Energy signal and was silent for a moment.
His fingers tapped lightly on the armrest twice, and the rhythm was steady, just like his heartbeat at the moment.
He released another communication device.
As soon as the device appeared in Guilliman's room, it was patted down by two hands at the same time.
Guilliman closed his hands, and the golden Psionic Energy exploded like thunder, tearing the device and the surrounding space into pieces.
"It's not over, right?" Guilliman's voice echoed in the room, "It's not that you're not over, right?"
Silent King in the distance was silent.
He closed his eyes and took a deep breath of non-existent air.
His emotional system was running wildly, simulating various emotions such as anger, helplessness, and exhaustion.
Then, he chose to calm down.
He is Silent King, the being who defeated C'tan, and the supreme ruler of the Necron Empire.
He cannot be swayed by his emotions.
Even if his dignity is being trampled upon by a mortal at this moment, even if his patience has almost reached its limit, even if his people are waiting for his answer.
He exhaled the non-existent air and released a communication device.
This time, Guilliman didn't smash it immediately.
He stood there, his chest heaving violently, and his fists clenched.
He stared at the faint green light, watching it slowly condense into a blurry image.
The projection of Silent King finally took shape.
It was a majestic figure, wearing a simple robe and holding a staff.
His face was hidden in the shadow of the hood, and only his eyes were dark green, cold, but with an indescribable depth.
"Lord Regent of Imperium of Man," Silent King said, his voice calm and steady, "I am the ruler of Silent King, Necrons."
Guilliman didn't speak, just stared at him, his eyes full of vigilance.
Silent King looked at him, was silent for a moment, and then said, "I apologize to you for Trazyn's behavior."
Guilliman's brows wrinkled slightly.
He didn't expect that the former overlord of Milky Way, the being who defeated C'tan, would actually apologize as the first thing he said.