Trazyn, You Deserve to Die!

"A glib and deceitful insect!"

Upon hearing the man's ramblings, Jia launched an attack.

But then Trazyn blocked her attack, using Necron Technology.

"You dare steal the power of the Necrons, you despicable thief!"

Well.

He remained as cold and unapproachable as ever, and as irritable as ever.

"I really don't understand why you, a scholar, are so irritable. I'm speechless."

Swish.

The Collector appeared before Jia, startling Jia.

"Hey, calm down, Jia, I'm here to talk to you about something important."

Jia's optical devices were fixed on the metal skeleton from her memory, and the man beside it.

"Who are you to disturb my slumber, and now you're trying to deceive me with such clumsy acting?"

"As the Necron Overlord, I will never allow myself to be mocked like this!"

"Sigh, the agreement has been intervened; the target Jia."

Soon, the familiar protocol was entered into Jia's Logic Unit, and at the same time, she learned about Trazyn's experiences during this period.

"This... this is impossible!"

"Crunch." Trazyn took a bite of the apple.

"How could that be impossible? I'm standing right here, alive, with a soul and near-immortality, the Necrontyr, the Trazyn the Infinite."

"Trazyn."

"What's wrong, my old friend? Are you planning to listen to me and Resurrection? Of course, no problem."

"You know, Old Han only has two Resurrection slots left, and I'm the first one I've come to you for."

"Trazyn, you... you... you deserve to die!!"

Um???

"You rat! Thief! Shameless traitor! Filthy Living Metal scrap! Selfish racist! Shameless coward who clings to life!!"

Instead of calming down, Jia continued her attacks, increasing their frequency and employing a wider range of methods.

"Tsk tsk tsk, your morning temper is really something else. I was even thinking of calling you, but it seems you'll have to calm yourself down first."

"What a pity, some people have had such a bad temper for tens of millions of years, they don't even know what an apple tastes like."

"Oh, right, and strawberries, plums, pears, dragon fruit, braised pork hock, braised duck, braised chicken, poached chicken, braised pork belly, and braised pork ribs."

"I was confused too. If you bring Old Han Resurrection like this, he'll be absolutely unhappy. Poor thing, so pitiful!"

"Oh dear, you're making me hungry again. Never mind, calm down first, I'll go get something to eat first."

"Oh, by the way, I reserved the last spot for Orikan."

Orikan?

Upon hearing this name, Jia stopped, and at the same time, she watched Trazyn put away his metal body and walk out.

"Wait, Trazyn."

Trazyn did not stop and continued walking outwards.

"Stop!"

Trazyn didn't stop.

Swish!

Jia's enormous metallic body appeared before Trazyn, her optical sensors pressed close to him, staring intently at him.

"Oh, Jia, is there something you need?"

"Don't play dumb, take me to see him, right now!"

"Haha, that's more like it. But you'll have to prepare your own Flesh; Old Han will only be responsible for the soul."

Soul?

"Hold on."

I have twenty minutes left. Don't wait until then.

"Not enough time!"

Under normal circumstances, organisms can indeed be ripened using certain methods.

But it's your own body, you can't be careless!

"Don't worry, I didn't ask you to prepare now. Come with me to meet Old Han first, so you can get acquainted with him first."

"You can Resurrection whenever you want. As long as Old Han agrees, no one can take your spot away, not even the Silent King."

At this moment, outside the Milky Way, a great Necrons is trying to reach the Milky Way Galaxy.

He was following the communication coordinates he had left behind, step by step, toward the Milky Way.

Meanwhile, after Jia had made all the necessary preparations, she followed Trazyn to Nostramo.

However, Jia did not go directly to this Planet.

Because Trazyn warned that there is now a very troublesome entity on this Planet.

The moment Trazyn and his friends arrived, Emperor and Malcador, who were at Han Mingxuan's house, looked up at the same time.

"Old Han, you have a new customer."

"Huh? There's no one outside."

"Old Han!"

Trazyn?

The Emperor is here now, what's he doing here?

Aren't you afraid of an Emperor unleashing Psychic Power attack?

"You... have you finished eating?"

"Yes, I just finished breakfast," Trazyn said with a smile. "Hello, you two, it's been a long time."

???

"You... have met before?"

"I've seen it many times in the Prophecies of fate," Malcador said.

This... this... this...

"Don't be too nervous, my friend. At least for now, the outcome is good."

The Emperor was speaking to Han Mingxuan, but he was looking at Trazyn.

"My friendship with Old Han doesn't mean that those Necrontyr will befriend humans; everything needs to be decided by the Silent King."

Since his Resurrection, Trazyn has become unusually serious.

"That's natural," Malcador said. "We remain optimistic about the attitudes of those Necrontyr."

"Then let's look forward to it."

"In addition, a new guest has arrived, if he comes uninvited and is considered a guest."

"Looks like I'll be busy." Han Mingxuan stood up, preparing to greet the uninvited guest.

"Trazyn, you worm from the dustbin of history, despicable thief, antiquities fanatic, selfish scoundrel, traitor to your race, you truly deserve to die!"

"I think I should throw you into the Time Corridor right now and subject you to the most extreme tortures of my race."

"Hehehe, my old rival, I didn't expect you to come here on your own initiative."

"You madman! My vision is shrouded in the Mist, and within that the Mist I see the hope for the revival of my race, and you, you stinking rat, have monopolized it for so long."

"Tch, I've been a living dead for tens of millions of years, and I've only Resurrection a few days ago. Can't I even enjoy myself a bit?"

"That's why I called you a despicable traitor. Your appetite has surpassed the revival of your people. You deserve to die!!"

After venting his anger on Trazyn, the Necrons Astromancer looked at Han Mingxuan.

"Praise be to you, great the Reviver."

"Ahem, there's no need to be so formal. I don't like being too high-profile."

"This is necessary, Mr. Han. You have been a savior to my people."

"It's something that's easy for everyone; we each get what we need."

The Necrons needs to Resurrection, and I need to dig out the projection in the Warp; I can do both at the same time.

"Furthermore, the leader of humanity."

Orikan looked at the Emperor and Malcador.

"Mr. Han is about to embark on Sea of Destiny. No matter what the storms may be, if something filthy gets his clothes wet, you should understand who you are facing."

The Silent King, Szarekh, has not yet appeared, but is already heading towards the Milky Way.

"Old Han is my best friend."

"But he's not your tool; he's not like you."