"Oh, you truly are so beautiful."
"Who knows how many heroes have died by your hand, how much blood has soaked your body?"
"You look so ordinary, yet there's something strangely beautiful about you."
With that, Trazyn swung the Chainsword in his hand, slashing aimlessly at the air.
As the greatest prize of this expedition, this treasure already had Trazyn wondering where he should display it.
A weapon that had fought for ten thousand years and even wounded a god of Chaos was far more collectible than any Black Legion garbage.
It deserved a place among his higher-tier exhibits, at the very least. Those two precious specimens could be moved aside.
One was a Krork from the War in Heaven, an ancestor of today's Orks.
The Krorks had been tall, powerful, and intelligent, and had caused the Necrons considerable trouble back then.
The other was an Aeldari Phoenix Warrior of Asuryan from the War in Heaven. This specimen was worth far more than the Phoenix Lords of today's Craftworld Aeldari.
Oh, right. Trazyn had released his Adeptus Custodes specimens during the last Battle of Cadia. He would have to find time to replenish his stock.
Perhaps that Captain-General would make a fine addition?
As Trazyn's thoughts wandered, the entire ship suddenly shuddered violently, knocking him straight to the floor.
"What happened?!" Trazyn shouted.
A simple holographic projection appeared in an instant, showing a group of Astartes leaping out of a Boarding Torpedo.
When Trazyn saw their shoulder insignia, he immediately flew into a rage.
They wore red Power Armour, with a black raven and a blood drop against a white field on their pauldrons.
Those damned thieves again!!!
"Activate the tomb's defensive mechanisms! Don't let those bastards into the storage area!"
As Boarding Torpedo after Boarding Torpedo burned through the