I write apocrypha in Warhammer

For a long time, the existence of the "Secret Treasure of the Old Ones" has been a widely circulated speculation among the Necron.

As former enemies of the Immortals, the Necrons have seen and deeply understood their almost god-like power.

It was a system completely different from materialistic technology, based on the mysterious subspace and spiritual energy.

If it weren't for the existence of the Star God in the Milky Way, an exception that cannot be measured by common sense, the Ancient Sage would undoubtedly be the eternal ruler of this world.

It's a pity that history has no ifs.

The Old Saint was finally defeated by the Star God and fell from the throne of the overlord of the galaxy. The soul that was supposed to be immortal unfortunately became the delicacy of the Catans, until it ushered in the complete annihilation of the race.

However, as the victors of the Battle of Heaven, the Necron did not have the opportunity to come into contact with the core technology of the Old Saints and obtain the most abundant loot. They still know very little about the soul realm.

In other words, the winners did not take all the losers.

According to the most conventional explanation, the legacy of the Ancient Sages should have been inherited by the Ancient Spirit Tribe, which is now the Dark Spirit Tribe. Those pointed-eared bean sprouts used this to create a glorious empire and enjoyed it unscrupulously for 60 million years. The Necrons were severely injured by stabbing the Star God in the back, and had to fall into a deep sleep to avoid his sharp edge, and were forced to give up their hegemony in the galaxy.

This explanation sounds okay.

The Dark Eldar do occupy the center of the Webway, the Dark City of Commorragh, and hold a large amount of Old Ones technology in their hands.

It's just that because of the existence of Slaanesh, the prohibition of the use of psychic energy has become their absolute decree, which also results in the inability to activate the ancient holy technologies that are driven by psychic energy.

"Haven't you always scoffed at such rumors?" Ourrican asked deliberately.

"Don't tell me, weren't you like this before?" Trazin felt that his dignity had been challenged, "The so-called [Secret Treasure of the Ancient Saint] is just that some of our tribe still have hope for the restoration of souls and bodies. , unwilling to admit the terrible reality that happened to our entire race, so we chose to place our unrealistic thoughts on the unwarranted legacy of the immortals."

As the greatest treasure hunter in the galaxy, he knows this aspect very well, so he is sure that it does not exist at all.

"Some of it comes from the arrogance of being an opponent of the Immortals." Ourrican did not deny Trazin's rhetorical question, but added, "How could the successor of that powerful enemy who once made us so embarrassed... To be so miserable? It's simply unbelievable, so they must not have inherited anything real from the Immortals, and the powerful secrets of the Old Ones are still hidden somewhere in the galaxy."

The Dark Eldar seem to be continuing their carnival in an absolutely safe area. They don't need to worry about the harsh living environment outside. They can also go out to enjoy the autumn breeze, as if they regard the Milky Way as their own amusement park.

However, in fact, they are more like a group of rats in the sewer, hiding in the depths of the webway to survive, and they have completely lost their ambition to be enterprising.

Even out of respect for their former enemy, it is impossible for the Necrons to admit these pest-like guys.

So in general, the rumors only come from two aspects, the desire and resentment of the Necrons, rather than the most critical and only meaningful thing - evidence.

Because the Necrons have not found any relevant evidence for countless years, neither Trazin nor Ourrican believe the authenticity of this rumor.

"But the appearance of that boy changed everything." Trazin cautiously expressed his thoughts, "If the [Old Saint Secret Treasure] does exist, and the key is not held by their nominal successor, Adaling They are not in the hands of the tribe, but in the hands of another race that is supported by them, and a party that no one can imagine - the green-skinned orcs."

Ourrican nodded, and this was exactly what he guessed: "Relying on the orcs' [Power of My Thoughts] as a trigger mechanism to select suitable heirs, unless the group of green murderous fungi are completely eradicated, Otherwise, hope will be preserved in a place where people can't see it, and the powerful fighting power of the orcs will also provide strong protection to the heirs - this is indeed a brilliant idea."

The two of them witnessed almost everything Wei Mu did in the Maelstrom, and the most intuitive feeling they got was that the kid was growing up.

Or to be more precise, he is gradually gaining some authority.

"That's why all the forces want to get him so much." Trazin lowered his head and said thoughtfully, "I'm very worried that the victory we achieved this time is actually within the acceptable range of the original Destroyers. within."

Using an apparent strategic failure to cover up his true plan, many people had similar speculations when the Emperor was forced to sit on the Golden Throne.

Due to its great power, even if it is defeated, people will worry about the infinite back-ups - this is a basic respect for the super strong.

"That is a minor matter." Ourrican waved his hand and said, "If our inference is correct, the [Old Saint Secret Treasure] does exist, and it is bound to attract the covetousness of many forces. The key to the problem is, Where in the galaxy is it hidden, and what exactly is it?"

Even if it is impossible to directly restore their souls and bodies, it must be able to help them gain a deeper understanding of this aspect.

"And most importantly, how do we get it," Trazin added.

He can still laugh and joke with humans at ordinary times, but when it comes to issues related to the fate of the entire race, he will not be vague at all.

At this time, the Endless One looked like a decisive and iron-blooded hero.

"Yes, the Necron must have it."

Orikan's eyes were sharp and he nodded, as if he had transformed into a cruel and ruthless poisoner.

It was rare for the two Necrons to agree on this.

Innocence and romance are taken for granted. If you want to shoulder the fate of the entire race, you must be decisive.

At worst, after returning to the throne of the overlord of the galaxy, the Necron will leave a place for the human race, allowing them to stay away from disputes and be happy, which can be considered a kind of compensation.

"But what if, and I think this situation will happen with a high probability-that thing can only be obtained and used by regular flesh-and-blood creatures, what should we do then?"

Trazin scratched his head again, and the image of the iron-blooded hero was instantly thrown away.

"How do I know this? Most of the gadgets created by the immortals require psychic energy to be driven, and they have nothing to do with our system."

Before the relevant matters were even mentioned, the ruthless poisonous man was already at his wits' end.

Longing for the soul but being cut off from it is their tragedy.

The two legendary Necrons glared at each other, and the scene became awkward again.

The attitude they just put on, that if I don't go to hell, whoever goes to hell will be willing to be a villain for the sake of the entire race, no one else but me, it seemed like a funny chuunibyou for a while.

Maybe, they can trust that young man?

Trazin and Orikan were not sure. They were really not used to this feeling of handing over their fate to others.

In any case, the matter must be reported to the Resuscitation Committee immediately.