You Little Bastard!

The cold, desolate realm of the Necrons, with lifeless planets forged from metal stretching to the horizon.

Everywhere were pyramid-shaped structures and deep, lifeless metal tombs belonging to the Necrons.

There was no sign of life, only a faint hum of energy flowing, cold and mechanical.

The legion of Imperial Fists and Ultramarines stood in formation, their armor gleaming coldly.

The Power Armour radiated a majestic light; the ranks were perfectly aligned, their fighting spirit palpable, and they stood ready for battle.

At the heart of the battlefield, Robert Guilliman, the regent of the Imperium of Man, was consumed by rage.

He gripped the neck of the Necrons Silent King tightly and slammed him hard against the cold metal ground.

Guilliman wore meticulously crafted blue-gold Power Armour, its patterns gleaming, exuding a sacred and majestic aura.

His face was cold and stern, his eyes filled with anger and impatience as he roared at the Silent King.

"Tell me! Where did you hide that Trazyn fellow?!"

"As the king of the Necrons, you couldn't possibly be unaware of his whereabouts!"

The Silent King was pinned to the ground, his Necrons metallic body gleaming with a cold light, looking utterly wretched.

He is the supreme leader of the Necrons, commanding countless Necrons legions and traversing the Milky Way for countless years.

Having always been proud, he had never been so controlled by others; at this moment, his heart was filled with speechlessness and helplessness.

Struggling to get up, he was pinned down by Guilliman and could only let the other roar at him.

This Necrons never imagined that he would fight a human regent over a collector.

The legions under both sides clashed incessantly, and the flames of war spread across the entire desolate planet.

Beside him, the Silent King's Jilibai stood bowing, observing the situation before him and speaking cautiously.

His tone was full of incomprehension and confusion; he simply couldn't understand this meaningless war.

"Your Majesty Guilliman, what deep-seated hatred do you harbor against Trazyn?"

"You actually intend to lead the Imperial Army to fight my Necrons race to this point?"

"Even if there are conflicts, they shouldn't warrant such a large-scale war."

The Jilibai was truly perplexing; while the Necrons and humans were not allies, they were not mortal enemies either.

This desperate battle is a completely meaningless waste of resources, and it all started because of a mere collector.

Guilliman was taken aback at first, then looked speechless, his anger subsiding slightly.

He loosened his grip slightly, looked at the Silent King, and spoke with a frown.

"You do not know?"

The Silent King snorted coldly, his tone icy yet tinged with undisguised helplessness.

"What should I know? Trazyn has always been a loner, obsessed with collecting and detached from worldly affairs."

"How could I have known that he had such a deep-seated grudge against your Imperium of Man!"

Guilliman scratched his head, his tone tinged with frustration and annoyance.

"I should have known the details, but I've sent people to deliver messages to you multiple times before."

"We wanted to inquire about Trazyn's whereabouts and past, but you consistently refused to communicate and ignored us."

"In my anger, I didn't bother to find out the reason in detail; I only knew that he and I had an irreconcilable feud."

At this point, Guilliman's anger surged again, and his eyes became incredibly cold and sharp.

His tone was heavy and venomous, each word piercing the heart, carrying a hatred that had been pent up for millennia.

"He kidnapped my mother and imprisoned her for ten thousand years."

"He even brazenly displayed my mother to me, treating her like a collectible, and wantonly humiliated her!"

"This is an irreconcilable feud! I must find him today and make him pay a thousandfold!"

As soon as he finished speaking, the scene fell silent instantly; even the sound of energy flowing ceased.

The Silent King's originally cold face froze completely, and his metallic body seemed to stop circulating energy.

He fell silent, utterly shocked that Trazyn would do something so outrageous.

They captured the mother of the regent of the Imperium of Man, imprisoned her for ten thousand years, and humiliated her as if she were a collectible.

Such behavior was far too outrageous, even for the cold and ruthless Necromancers of Necrons.

After a long while, the Silent King slowly stood up, brushed the metal shards off his body, and looked at himself with a complicated expression.

He looked at Guilliman, his tone carrying a hint of solemnity, as well as a touch of indignation and agreement.

"I see."

He paused for a moment, then raised his hand and patted Guilliman on the shoulder, making a surprising decision.

"Could you... let me beat him up first?"

Guilliman raised an eyebrow upon hearing this, and without hesitation patted the Silent King on the shoulder, his tone firm.

"Everything is about first come, first served. I'll make my move first, then you can make yours."

"He insulted my dearest family, and I will make him pay the price myself. No one else can beat me to it."

The Silent King stared at Guilliman for a moment, sensing the other's unwavering determination.

Thinking of Trazyn's outrageous behavior, he finally nodded and agreed in a deep voice.

"Okay, deal!"

As soon as he finished speaking, a chilling killing intent emanated from him, his tone ruthless and resolute.

"Today, if I don't make Trazyn regret becoming Necrons..."

"I'm not worthy to be the Silent King!"

After this battle, the Silent King finally understood Guilliman's strength and was filled with admiration.

The power of the regent of the Imperium of Man far exceeded his expectations, reaching the pinnacle of the Milky Way.

Whether it's strength, combat skills, or willpower, even he, the supreme Necrons, would find it difficult to contend with.

He sighed inwardly, realizing that humanity was no longer a weak race that could be bullied at will.

The existence of a powerful figure like Guilliman destined the Imperium of Man to rise to become the most powerful force in the Milky Way.

At the same time, he silently thanked Guilliman in his heart.

Previously, the Burning One caused chaos, Necrons race was powerless to suppress them, nearly leading to their annihilation.

It was Guilliman who helped him seal away this major threat and avert the crisis.

Trazyn's actions have only strengthened his resolve to settle scores with Guilliman.

Meanwhile, deep within the Necrons, in a hidden tomb, all is deathly silent and profound.

This tomb was crafted from pure Necrons, making it incredibly sturdy and extremely well-hidden.

The interior is filled with a dazzling array of rare artifacts collected by Trazyn over countless years.

From artifacts of the Ancient Eldar to relics of lost civilizations, there is something for everyone, and they are all priceless.

Trazyn stood among his collection, feeling the deathly silence around him, utterly bored.

He was the most famous collector of Necrons, dedicating his life to collecting without concern for disputes.

At this moment, the wars and conflicts outside have no effect on this hidden tomb.

He leisurely examined his collection, occasionally letting out a lazy sigh.

I feel a mix of joy and sorrow about the long years spent collecting.

Little did he know that a final reckoning was about to be carried out against him, and there was no way to avoid it.

Outside the tomb, Guilliman and the Silent King walked side by side, their imposing presence overwhelming.

Followed by Imperium warriors and Necrons elites, they advanced with unstoppable momentum, unstoppable by anyone.

After breaking through layers of Necrons defenses and clearing all obstacles, we finally arrived at the entrance to this hidden tomb.

Inside the tomb, Trazyn continued to wander aimlessly, his expression languid and nonchalant.

Feeling the loneliness and boredom of the long years, she murmured softly, her tone tinged with complaint.

"Life is so boring. It's been so long, and not a single person has come here."

"It's so boring that no one is talking."

"In the Imperium of Man, even without fighting, at least someone would deliver food on time."

"Unlike this place, it's deserted and lifeless."

No sooner had the words been spoken than the heavy metal door of the tomb was forcibly opened with a loud crash.

Blinding light surged into the tomb, instantly shattering the millennia-long silence that had perpetually enveloped it.

Trazyn paused for a moment, then slowly turned around to look at the gate, his expression languid.

His tone still carried a hint of helplessness and nonchalance, completely unaware of the impending danger.

"Finally, someone's arrived? I thought I'd be stuck here for centuries to come."

"If I were to switch to the Imperium of Man, at least someone would have to bring me food, wouldn't they?"

Immediately afterwards, a cold and murderous voice came clearly from outside the door.

"Of course, the food will be delivered, but today, I'll treat you to the best big-breasted bun in the Imperium of Man first!"

!!?

Trazyn's pupils contracted sharply, and his previously languid expression vanished instantly.

Instead, I was filled with utter shock and disbelief; my whole body stiffened, and my scalp tingled.

He turned his head sharply, staring intently at the figure outside the tomb entrance, his heart clenching.

Guilliman was dressed in blue and gold Power Armour, his fighting spirit soaring, his aura intimidating.

A cold, mocking smile played on his lips as his gaze remained fixed on him.

He slowly opened his mouth and uttered a sentence that instantly terrified Trazyn.

"Hey, you son of a bitch!"