I write apocrypha in Warhammer

"What kind of conspiracy is this?"

Trazin stared at the Necrontyr who suddenly appeared very warily, and was confused about the situation in front of him for a while.

"This is my latest ability to recreate someone's past appearance. He is made of spiritual energy and can be regarded as a temporary reality."

Wei Mu opened his mouth to explain.

"You mean, this is me in the past?"

Trazin looked at the Necrontyr carefully, and it did feel lifelike.

"I don't really understand the principle, but isn't there a saying called conservation of information? That is, even if you put a note into a blender and grind it into crumbs, the information carried on the note will still exist. It just needs some kind of It's just a method to restore it." Wei Mu waved his hand.

"That is the most basic theory. Energy, matter and information are immortal. They are just constantly changing forms." Trazin lowered his head and thought for a moment before continuing, "You can reintegrate those ancient things that have been lost. Information – how is this possible?”

Subspace is a dimension belonging to the soul, and the emotions and dreams of all living beings will ripple in that realm.

These little ripples are fleeting, like the note dropped into the blender.

Now, Wei Mu says he can restore it to some extent.

Regardless of whether what the young human said was true, it could at least temporarily free Trazin's attention from the effects of the skinning curse.

The Endless One came to his past self with a subtle mood.

He wanted to verify it, but he didn't know how to speak or what topic to talk about.

"Look at how you look like a ghost now, so those rulers finally accepted the Star God's proposal?"

The necrophobe spoke first, his tone full of disappointment.

It was difficult for him to equate the machine in front of him with his own race, and this should not be the fate of their race.

"Uh, that's right."

Trazin looked a little embarrassed.

"It was one of the few times that Ourrican and I had the same position. Unexpectedly, we still couldn't stop it."

The Necrontyr sighed deeply.

"I was on the opposing side at that time?" Trazin said unexpectedly.

"Yes." Necrontyr nodded, "Why, you don't remember?"

"During the process of body transformation, I lost a lot of memories." Trazin muttered.

The loss of memory is no different than anything else. No matter how precious that memory is, if you can't remember it, you won't feel hurt by it.

"So, how is your life of immortality?" The Necrontyr changed the topic again.

"This, it's hard to say. After transcending life and death, we defeated the Immortal and also defeated the Star God, but many things have become meaningless."

Trazin said sadly.

"I am still committed to protecting the various cultures in the galaxy in order to stay focused and maintain myself. As for other people, or should I say the entire Necron race, the situation is very bad."

"The transformation has caused the common people to lose consciousness. Only the nobles are awake. Some of them have had their heads damaged over the long years. The Parliament is helpless."

"We have lost our creativity. The entire civilization no longer produces new works of art and heroic deeds. It is like a pool of stagnant water."

"We even have the power to defeat gods, but we still can't make up for the mistakes we made in the first place."

"It's not your fault, it's because the universe is too malicious to us." Necrontyr comforted.

"I know, but...I'm sorry, I'm really sorry, I failed to take care of the fate of our race, I..."

The emotional Trazin suddenly collapsed to the ground, like a sinner undergoing trial.

Any Necrontyr can, and should, curse these Necrons to a bloody pulp.

"Causing the destruction of one's own race", even if you search the sky and the earth, you will never find a crime more egregious than this.

"You are not a ruler. The rise and fall of the entire race is not something you can control alone. You tried your best to prevent it in the first place, which is enough. What's more, as a single individual, you have preserved so much Necrontyr culture, and Which sage can do this? You are fully qualified to live with your head held high."

In the past, Trazin held the undead spirit in his arms, and the warmth coming from that body was so real.

If you only look at it from the perspective of a cultural relic protector, there is no doubt that Necron Trazyn's contribution in this area is greater than all the Necrontyrs in related industries in the past and present combined.

"But our race"

"The trough will eventually pass. We have always been known for our mental toughness, and when everything recovers, the culture you preserved will be the key to rebuilding our society." Necrophobe comforted.

Although Trazin knew it was only a comfort, he still felt extremely happy.

He never thought he would see and talk to his past self.

I really want to save all of this.

Trazin dug into his pocket and found a soul stone.

As a well-known collector in the galaxy, it is not difficult to get such a small object.

Upon seeing this, Wei Mu immediately knew what Trazin was planning to do, and reminded him: "You should know that his consciousness is essentially an existence condensed from dreams and emotions, right? If you insist on saying so, it is equivalent to the soul. Metabolites cannot be maintained for a long time at all, and they are completely incomparable to Luoning’s situation.”

"I know, but isn't that the current condition?" Trazin laughed at himself, "The created body, the copied consciousness, plus the metabolites of the soul, to a certain extent, this is really A perfect match.”

Now that he had realized this, Wei Mu had no choice but to cooperate with Trazin and force his past self into the soul stone in the form of a spirit body.

The Endless One held the soul stone, feeling more nervous than ever before.

He didn't know what effect this low-end version would have, so he carefully stuffed it into his body.

Then, a long-lost feeling suddenly filled his body.

Perhaps it was because the consciousness of the Necrons had dried up for too long, but just the nourishment of some soul metabolites still made Trazin feel extremely satisfied.

Unlike the emotions simulated by electronic signals, this joy is so real.

The consciousness that has been damaged by time has been repaired, and even many forgotten things have been recalled.

It had been too long, and Trazin had not encountered anything that made him so happy.

After being confused for countless years, he suddenly realized that the opportunity to redeem their race might be right in front of him.

He looked at Wei Mu like a pervert looking at a salivating beauty.

This boy's ability must be used by the undead, and there is no room for laughter and laughter in matters related to the survival of the race.

Trazin's sinful little iron hand has already touched the tesseract maze on his waist, wanting to pack Wei Mu and take him home.

Gan!

After struggling for a long time, this old Paigu still wanted to do something evil to him.

Seeing that the situation was not good, Wei Mu quickly raised the light ring and shouted loudly: "You know this is a mental matter. Before my young mind is seriously traumatized, you'd better think clearly before taking action! "