Warhammer 40,000: Mortal Gods

Trazin's words were like a punch to Tucamon's head.

The latter retreated continuously, as if avoiding some terrible but known terror.

This kind of fear is something Trazin doesn't want to see, because it proves that Tucamon is evading.

"No...impossible."

Tukamon stepped back three meters, stopped and fell into deep thought. After contemplating the results, he pretended to be calm and denied Trazin.

"You, Trazin, are here to alienate me on behalf of the Lord of Silence, aren't you?"

"Did it make you come?"

Tucamong asked repeatedly.

It had just recalled the things spoken by the Forger when he and the gods came.

Including Trazin being assigned by the Lord of Silence to send a guiding seal to the Forger to find the entry and exit points of the Casa Dynasty's dimension space.

Tucamong's heart is too heavy, and he is used to thinking too much.

So it thought deeply about why Trazin was assigned by the Silent King to deliver the seal, and what the Silent King considered.

Then the leader of the Casa dynasty, who was least like a Casa native, thought of a possibility, that is, the King of Silence was going to play that trick of deflecting conflicts again.

Tucamon then assumed that his speculation was true, and stepped into the shoes of the Silent King to think about what to do next—driving a wedge between Casa and the Star God.

At first, these things were just assumptions that Tucamong could not insist on, but now that Trazin came here, he said that the caster was not the real caster, which made it difficult not to make people suspicious.

As for the purpose of Trazin coming here... Tucamon is not sure. It only has a guess that is unlikely in its opinion, that is, the King of Silence did not get any benefits from the Star God, so he sent Trazin Come and do the work of dissension.

"You know the Silent King so well." Trazin sighed. "The human being pretending to be the Forger didn't expect the Silent King to make such a move, because he felt that the Silent King would not use his right-hand man, Mena, to The Kremlin was sold as a sacrifice, but you know it, so you can guess."

Trazin used these two sentences to admit without hesitation that he was assigned by the Lord of Silence.

Tucamon lowered his head, but the observers in his eyes were still locked on Trazin, which made him look a bit fierce.

"My dear friend, you are too heavy-hearted and too smart." Trazin spread his hands and said, "When we were still Necrontyr, you were sent to Solemnath as a hostage, but in fact, the relationship between our fathers is just like ours. My father just wants to protect the only heir of his dead friend, but my father must treat you coldly and cruelly because he can't let the spies see that he is actually protecting you."

As he spoke, Trazin stretched out his scepter and pointed at Tucamon: "But I will never tell you this truth, because I know that you understood all this the moment you stepped into Solemnath, and you have never told you the truth. The true relationship between it and your father is verified in my father's words and deeds. As I said, you think too much and you are too smart. "

Tucamong remained silent.

Trazin approached his close friend and looked up at its thick body: "If you continue to tell me that you don't see what the Forger is now, I won't believe it."

Tucamon finally spoke: "I can see it, but just like I don't know what you and Szarak think, I can only guess. I am also guessing, but your arrival and your words have verified me The guesses confirmed all my guesses.”

The senior forging master turned around and walked around.

With every step it took, it threw Trazin a question.

"Has Szaraknadufu met the Forger?"

Trazin nodded.

"Did the Dufu ask the caster to abandon the Casa Dynasty?"

Trazin nodded again.

"Then I can confirm the purpose of your coming. I will not let you alienate the relationship between the dynasty and God, because you are here on behalf of Szalak, and I cannot believe what you say."

Trazin nodded again, but also asked a question.

"Then Tucamong, you clearly know that what I say is true. What's the point of assuming that I can't be trusted? You know that the caster is not the Star God."

"No, Trazin, let's put it this way, even if what you say is the truth, what's the use?"

Trazin frowned.

"What you believe in is not the Forger, but an ascended human being just like the dream Orican wants to realize like crazy." The Endless thought this in its heart, but it did not say it out loud because Tucamon Already guessed what it was thinking.

"First of all, in this case, even if it is not a caster, it must be regarded as a caster's letter." Tucamong raised a finger.

Trazin nodded, this is a very pragmatic idea, and it is in line with the general mentality of individuals in the Casa dynasty.

Tucamon raised a second finger: "Since Szalac has met with the forger but still sent you here, it means that the forger has not accepted any conditions given by Szalac, no matter what the conditions are and What does it want? It’s on the side of the Casa dynasty...am I right?”

Trazin still nodded.

"That's great. From this we can see that the Forger...or the person with the power of the Forger is not like the one man Szarak." Tucamon put down his hand, "Whether it is a god or a An individual of another race, it is much more reliable than other dynasties and Szarak himself, so what else is there to say?”

Trazin nodded again and again.

It feels like a female plaything that was given to the victorious general by the Emperor during the Necrontyr period. Regardless of whether the general accepts it or not, it still has to come.

This is the situation now. It knows that Tucamun will not accept this trick, but Szarak has given the order, and it will not work if he does not come.

"Then this is how I will reply to the Silent King." Trazin said.

"Okay." Tucamong nodded, "Considering that the person here is you and your situation, I won't let you help me deliver harsh words to the King of Silence."

"Hahaha." Trazin smiled and nodded helplessly.

The atmosphere between the two relaxed a lot.

Then Trazin, as a guest friend, actually asked questions that were not asked by Szarak.

"What method did the Forger use to preserve your souls?"

This is a question that Tucamong is also puzzled by.

However, Tucamong still answered as best as he could: "The souls of the Casars are contained in a chip device called the Soul Corridor. This... is a psychic creation. I was not involved in the manufacturing and production of the Soul Corridor, but at that time I keep getting reports of strong psychic reactions in the Forge's labs."

Hearing this, Trazin thought about what Tucamong said.

Then it asked: "You mean there was a psychic species that cooperated with the Forger to create the Soul Corridor? Was it the Old Ones, or the Eldar?"

"I'm not sure either." Tucamong slowly shook his head. "When the biological transformation was in progress, the caster did not eat the souls of the Kassa people and allowed them to flow into the subspace. Then when the war in heaven was about to end, the caster Taking the soul out of the subspace and putting it into the soul corridor it created, and then returning it to the Kassar people, I feel that not only the Old Saints can do this, but the Ada and the Ancient Saints can do it. It’s possible.”

Tucamong smiled again: "I will tell you this because these are of no use and meaning. Things related to the soul have become a thing of the past. But you are a person who likes to collect. You can treat it as a race. record the past.”

After receiving the answer, Trazin stored the matter in the memory module.

Asking about it has no practical significance to it, it is just a habitual collection.

After the purpose of his visit was over, Trazin left.

But on the way out of the Casa dynasty, Trazin couldn't help but think about what Tucamong said.

It would be surprising if the Eldar cooperated with the Forgers to create the Soul Corridor.

But if you are with the Ancient Saint, when the war in heaven is about to end, it will be a bit scary.

However, Trazin did not think too deeply about who the caster collaborated with to create the Soul Corridor. This is like a mystery in the history books. It has limited meaning to the past and has no meaning to the future.

The half-moon ship, disguised as the Imperial Navy, leaves the dimensional space entry and exit point.