Travel to Warhammer 40K with Gray Wind

It was obvious that the free men were very devout in their belief in the 'Almighty Machine God', to the point of fanaticism. The way these metal skeletons danced while praising the Machine God gave Trazin an extremely familiar feeling, as if...

It seemed as if the people in front of him were not the Necron but a group of crazy humans who were shouting for their heads to be sacrificed to the Golden Throne.

After enduring hours of immersive dancing, Trazin roughly figured out the general situation of the Freeman organization.

Most of the members of the Free People's Organization once belonged to the Sotec dynasty.

The Sautec dynasty is famous for its bellicose aggression and powerful combat power. It is one of the most powerful necromancy dynasties. Many small dynasties are vassalized under the powerful Sautec dynasty like stars holding the moon. A 'Libera' dynasty who came into contact with clay artists was one of them.

Those low-level Necrons who did not even have the ability to think fully awakened their self-awareness with the help of clay artists, and completed the promotion of their life levels under the inspiration of the Almighty Mechanical God. They obtained a 'soul' in the true sense - that This is what the soulless undead named Ulpel declares.

Regarding the nature of the souls of free people, Trazin has secretly tested it using various instruments.

All in all, the Liberela dynasty woke up because of the arrival of clay artists.

The disintegrated dynasty was reorganized into the current free people organization. Having tasted the taste of freedom, they could no longer bear to continue to exist as a vassal of the Sotec Dynasty, and even scorned the Council of the Three Saints headed by the Silent King.

They just want to spread the gospel of the Almighty Mechanic God to the entire galaxy and liberate more Necrontyr compatriots from the enslavement of the backward system.

"So, you want to persuade me to join you in overthrowing the Sotec dynasty and overthrowing the Storm King?" Trazin looked at the Necron in front of him and spoke calmly.

"Not just the Storm King, respected overlord." The former tomb maintainer of the Libera Dynasty and now the free missionary, 'Ulpel' nodded slightly to Trazin and said: "All those who have committed crimes of oppression against mechanical life Feudal rulers are all our enemies."

I understand, in addition to the Storm King, you also want to overthrow the Silent King... Trazin did not answer and motioned for Ulpel to continue.

So the other party continued: "With our continuous operation, almost all the vassal dynasties of the brutal Sotec Dynasty have converted to the great Almighty Mechanical God and become our partners. I believe that you will be the next one." .

All mechanical beings who have personally experienced the grace of the Almighty Mechanical God will feel His generosity, love, and greatness..."

"...I've almost heard enough of fanatic sermons." Trazin waved his hand and said, "It's almost time for us to talk about the nature of our souls, right?"

Ulpel's movements froze: "What do you mean?"

Trazin spread his hands, and the light flickered in his empty metal eyes: "I have detected your 'souls'. Indeed, you are now connected to the subspace, and your consciousness is reflected on the surface of the Sea of ​​Souls. It is extremely clear. During the conversation just now, I secretly used a variety of instruments to conduct multiple tests on your body. From the test results to the psychic waveform feedback, everything is the same as the soul of intelligent creatures, but."

It has to be said.

"It is true that you have souls, and the god named Clay Artist did not deceive you. But, but we all know that the Necrontyr clan became extinct tens of millions of years ago." Trazin's voice was mixed with subtleties. There was a rustling sound, and he said faintly: "The Star God ate us and feasted on our souls, so——"

"Did the clay artist restore your original soul, or did he insert a new soul with your memories into this mechanical body?"

"Or ask another way."

"Are you Ulpel who was thrown into the biological transformation furnace and died tragically thousands of years ago, or are you a brand new life that has inherited Ulpel's memory?"

Trazin crossed his arms and stared calmly at the Freeman diplomat in front of him.

The Endless One looked at Ulpel, who was dancing and enthusiastic, with his arms slowly hanging down, as if his originally exciting mood had become depressed.

Ulpel clenched his fists and said softly: "Is there any difference?"

Trazin nodded slightly: "Yes."

"But we have no other choice, Endless One." Ulpel shook his head and emphasized: "We have been sleeping in the tomb for tens of millions of years. Your Excellency, you ruling class have the largest supply of resources. , you can use the most advanced body and the most complete personality logic chip to retain your original memory to the greatest extent, so you can choose this and that in front of me at this moment."

"But we didn't, Endless One. Thousands of low-level Necrontyrs like me were forced into the biological transformation furnace, and their flesh and soul were offered to the Star God as sacrifices. Their broken personalities were roughly stuffed into even their personality data. Among the low-level machines that cannot be completely recorded, no one has asked us if we are willing to serve as the war machine of the Silent King."

"Many of the Necron at the bottom don't even have complete self-awareness. They are confused, crazy, and don't even know what Necrontyr is. We have no choice, or in other words, believing in clay artists is our only choice."

Seeing the flames dancing in Ulpel's eyes, Trazin pondered for a moment and tapped the table lightly with his left hand.

"I will not allow a new race to rise on the ashes of the Necrons, and I do not want you, a group of monsters born from the gods, to survive in the name of the Necrontyr." Trazin said slowly: "As for what you said How are those low-level Necron’s doing…do you really think I care?”

What gave you the illusion that a Necron overlord would care about the lives of others? Loving clay artist?

"You..." Ulpel looked fiercely.

"Hmph -" Trazin picked up its staff of empathic annihilation, and the etheric energy gathered at the tip of the staff.

The atmosphere in the tomb is extremely tense, the two sides are at war with each other, and the conflict between the free men and the endless ones may break out at any time.

At this time, a strong electromagnetic pulse surge struck, interrupting the stalemate between the two sides.

This pulse was so strong that it fluctuated regularly like a tide, seeming to be conveying some message, but its scope was so huge that it encompassed the entire Solemnas Tomb Planet.

Trazin called up the surveillance sensors and showed the scene outside the tomb:

A huge ring-shaped machine is hovering over Solemnath's star, and a huge amount of energy is condensed at the center of the ring.

3,140 war starships of various sizes hovered around the ring machine, aiming their naval guns at the floating probes released by Trazin into outer space.

The huge regular electromagnetic pulse was decoded, and its content was a human spoken language:

"We will destroy you."