Warhammer: I don’t want to be a can of worms! ! !

Chapter 639 87. Mortarion kills Trazin alone

"Wait what is that?!"

Hades opened his eyes wide, and he saw that unbelievable existence, a short Q-version figure, struggling in Trazin's hands. It was simply an existence that should not exist in this world.

As a lover of chess pieces, Hades's mind went blank at a certain moment. Instinct acted before reason. As an extension of perception, the black realm was explored first.

The small death guard really let out a shriller cry this time, and smashed Trazin's hand with all its strength, actually gaining a chance of survival for himself to escape!

clang!

The little one landed on the ground and ran on the floor with extremely sharp speed.

"Wait!" Trazin yelled, "Put away your big black tongue in the warp, you're scaring my little collection!!!"

"What?!"

Hades thinks that Trazin's matter can be put aside for the time being. All his attention has been attracted by the little guard. This is something that no chess party will refuse - although the proportions are a little wrong, the details are Very rich, not to mention still alive.

There was Mortarion's aura on it - Your Majesty the Emperor, how could the Pale Lord have such a thing.

He wants to play.

? !

N-N-Nurgling? !

Mo—Motaling? !

Hades continued to be shocked. He saw the little guy getting into the cables of a bunch of equipment.

"Hey! Hey! Don't get in there! Danger!"

Hades decided to show his helpful spirit, not because he wanted to catch a little Mortarling to play with.

However, his words obviously made Motaling more afraid. The little guy waved his short legs and struggled to get into the corner.

Trazin began to put on protective gear for himself, and Hades stood up. He walked towards Mortaling's position, squatted down, and tried to fish out Mortaling from the equipment with his hands.

There was a scream from behind the messy cables, and Hades agreed that it was the normal sound of Mortaling, not one who was frightened.

In order not to continue to worry these little things, Hades deliberately rolled out Motaling without using liquid metal.

He dug hard, and several times he felt Xiao Dieshou's armor brushing against his fingertips. The texture was like the material common to Death Guard mk3 armor, but it was a little slippery, as if it was wrapped in a layer of dead moss.

The equipment was piled too deep, and Motaling was hiding too far inside. Hades had no choice but to continue to reach in, his face pressed against the gap between the equipment. He heard the sound of swiping a knife and breaking the wind behind him, as well as the tragic sound. He screamed, but nothing could stop Hades' determination to touch the little one today.

Finally, Hades felt a huge shadow envelope him.

The little guard on his fingertips escaped again, and ran out screaming, Hades' eyes moved along the Mortaling reluctantly.

He saw it emerge from the shadow of the cable, running on short legs, running, running, running into the white mist - the cloak fell to the ground in the mist, Hades looked up, his eyes moved up, and he saw a death stare His gaze.

Ah, it's Mortarion.

【What are you doing? 】

The God of Death said, Hades saw the cloak on his shoulders move, and the Motalling appeared on the God of Death's shoulders,

"Rescue the little kid imprisoned by the alien..."

Hades got stuck,

"Little... uh... little Motaling?"

【……】

Mortarion looked away without looking, and the god of death shook his head, as if to say there was no hope.

Hades vaguely heard the curse of Barbarus, but it might have been an illusion. The God of Death turned around and naturally sat opposite Trazin——

One-third of the Necron's body was now damaged, as if it had been struck directly by a scythe. Cables and chip fragments were exposed, and Trazin collapsed on the chair.

Mortarion sat on Hades' previous chair. He looked at the Necron with calm eyes, ignoring Hades's question about what the little dead guard was. The god of death spoke,

[Long time no see,] He nodded slightly, [Tarrazin the Endless. 】

[Forgive me for being too rude during our previous meeting, which seems to have led to our poor communication in the past ten thousand years. 】

Motali paused for a moment. He reached out casually and touched the little death guard on his shoulder.

【I'm glad we can meet again. 】

"Do you think this meeting is polite?"

Trazin, who hissed with electricity, slumped in his chair and spoke, "It seems you have been holding a grudge against me for a long time."

[This is just a gift in return for you. 】

Mortarion said, [After all, your contact method this time is a bit unseemly. 】

"It's an emergency, please understand."

The door was pushed open, and the figure king opposite the original body was completely lifeless. The new Trazin walked in, looking at Mortarion intact.

Realizing that there might be something between the two, Hades had already made a new chair, picked a suitable viewing position, sat down, and poured himself a glass.

Mortarion and Trazin also automatically ignored Hades, and the tension between the two was tense.

Trazin pressed down the scepter head, and the body on the chair disappeared. The Infinite sat down gracefully, staring at the original body.

"But it seems we can still talk?"

Mortarion closed his eyes, then opened them again,

[In private,] he said, [I don’t want to have anything to do with you—but in public, speak up, Endless One. 】

Trazin waved his hand, and it opened its right hand. Under its arm were six intact little Death Guards in different shapes.

Mortarion once again ignored the sound of Hades gasping for air. There was no need to look back, the original body knew that someone was about to make a move.

He calmed his offspring again and listened to Trazyn.

"I just want to ask one thing," Trazin said, green light revealed in its eyes, staring at Mortarion with dazzling focus, "That is... the conversation we had thousands of years ago, You know what it is, Mortarion."

"certainly,"

Before Mortarion could speak, Trazin immediately added, "You can also choose to remain silent. I have never threatened you with this. You can also lie, but the wisdom from Nihilak has its own decisions - but If you answer my questions sincerely, then these collections will be yours.”

Mortarion said calmly,

【They were originally mine. 】

Trazin raised an eyebrow in an undeniable, anthropomorphic manner, but said nothing.

There was a brief silence in the room. Only Hades' eyes were fixed on the six Mortals. On the one hand, he was thinking about what happened to Mortarion and Trazin. On the other hand, Hades His mind is inevitably slipping towards Mortaling - he should admit Trazin's talent and aesthetic in posing models, but maybe he can change the paint.

He now also has living metal and can directly pinch different third-party accessories.

Hades felt that his hand that used to hold the paint pen was shaking, but now that the atmosphere was more solemn, he had to suppress himself.

For Hades, it was like there was a super straight stick on the ground, but he couldn't pick it up.

Compared with Mortalling, Mortarion also eclipsed - and even became the culprit that hindered Hades from catching Mortaling.

Hades raised his trembling hand and took a few sips of poisonous wine to suppress the urge to reach out.

Mortarion remained silent.

The God of Death stared at Trazin, the alien he had thought of countless times and expected to tear apart with a scythe countless times. Countless times, he gasped in the busy and desperate reality, remembered this alien for a moment, and then walked to work angrily.

It was Hades that it took away directly on Cadia.

Mortarion scolded himself for his ignorance. Why didn't he really notice this race until the moment Malcador introduced him to Trazin?

The Necrontyrs of yesteryear...the Necrons of today.

Poisonous gas spewed out from the mask of the God of Death. He spent thousands of years diluting his anger, and spent another thousand years searching for the truth. The closer he got to the truth, the more he had to accept relief——

Death gradually realized one thing, that is, it was completely reasonable and appropriate for Hades to stay with Trazin.

The empire at that time did not have an environment suitable for Hades. Mortals would be afraid, the powerful would question it, and the madmen of the Mechanicus would destroy the so-called gods in the name of faith.

Mortarion walked in the desert of truth. What initially drove him was full of anger and unwillingness, but the sharp edges would eventually be smoothed away by time. He had to begin to understand the alien race. Between being difficult to accept and completely letting go, or giving up, Between torturing himself, Mortarion wavered long enough.

Until he was completely silent.

Mortarion accepted the status quo that the aliens might not return Hades, and he began to study the Necron, trying to use the bargaining chip of "recovering the Necron Soul" to lure the Infinite to reappear.

And the more he walked and stepped into the truth, the more shocked he became.

He is still too small.

Humans are still too small.

Necron... Mortarion is digging for answers above the tomb. A force far larger than the current empire is sleeping. The owners of the tomb are in charge of unimaginable technology. These dead people are older and more mysterious.

Following the thin spider thread of the Necron, Mortarion began to climb upward. Why did such a glorious race become the ultimate puppet? They had so much, yet they were completely dead.

He touched the star god.

Because of Hades, Mortarion had a deeper understanding of the Star Gods - but he did not expect that such "creatures" would appear in the history of the Necrons and cause them to become what they are now. the culprit.

That night, Death was silent at the desk. He thought of Malcador, who was in the name of the Emperor, and asked him to negotiate with the Necron Trazyn - none of this was accidental, but he didn't understand it at the time.

He somewhat wanted to ask how much the Lord of Humanity had hidden?

The C'tan gave the Necrontyr technology, and the Necrontyr offered the C'tan to the C'tan, but the C'tan eventually deceived them, and the gods devoured the souls of the former Necrontyr.

It was enough to reach this step. Mortarion knew why the Necrontyr's soul disappeared - he did stop at this stage for some time, but the original body finally moved on because some doubts were not resolved. The answer is also because of his fear after seeing the truth.

Finally, he caught a glimpse of...

War in heaven.

Ancient Sage.

The Primarch remained silent about this. He did not tell anyone about it. At this time when the Empire ruled the galaxy, the ancient war in heaven was obviously difficult for humans to understand and bear.

And...the Old Ones...

They are completely missing.

The Primarch was briefly obsessed and shocked by the truth, but reality still pushed him forward firmly, and Mortarion finally withdrew and began to deal with the bad things of the Empire.

But he still remembers his original intention.

Death's eyes seemed to be in a trance for a moment. He looked at Trazin who was waiting for his answer in front of him, and felt Hades' eager eyes behind him. The scion under the cloak felt uneasy because of Hades's eyes. He rested on the armrest. The upper hand does not hold a weapon.

Hades finally returned, as naturally as the head of an enemy falling off, and the Necrons did not threaten him with it, even though the Primarch had been prepared for it.

Mortarion was silent. He could feel the condition of his son. He was a little frightened, but it was the negative emotion that just came from Hades. Other than that, everything was fine.

Did Trazin do it on purpose? Or not?

Are there really benevolent alien races in this galaxy?

Child's play... Mortarion thought, ignoring Hades and Trazin's winks. He said nothing, and the two began to look at each other and ask each other.

[...Do you want to hear the truth? 】

Mortarion finally spoke hoarsely, [Can you accept reality, Endless One? 】

He felt the Necron tense up. Perhaps Trazin knew the answer to this question better than anyone else present.

"Of course," Trazin said nonchalantly, and even had some time to poke Xiao Dieshou.

"After all, the deceased was emotionally stable," Trazin joked.

Mortarion ignored him, [Hades, use black domain to shield. 】

"It's already opened!" Hades' relaxed voice sounded, "It was closed for a moment when you came in just now."

Okay, Mortarion thought, he stretched out his hand, and a crystal droplet floated in his palm. Thousands of morning rays gathered here, reflecting a small and hazy light in the room.

[Let's see if this works...]

He motioned for Trazin to stretch out his hand. The Endless stared at the liquid in Mortarion's hand with interest, stretched out his hand,

"Elsa's tears?"

Trazin asked, and Mortarion nodded.

[Yes and no, this is the most precious drop...mixed with Aisha's blood. 】

With a thought in his mind, the God of Death dropped his tears and landed on Trazin's hand. The small water droplets splashed, and visible to the naked eye, the place where the teardrops were splashed began to sparkle.

Trazin's eyes widened, "Huh? I have a strange feeling, isn't it bad?"

Mortarion ignored Trazin completely. He closed his eyes and recited a spell. The frost began to spread. Mortarion immersed himself in the subspace. He worked hard to sense and try to capture any new waves. …

…

Mortarion slowly opened his eyes.

【invalid. 】

He said, [I did not feel any energy fluctuations... Now I can tell you clearly, Trazin, your souls have completely disappeared, at least in the current subspace, your souls do not exist. 】

Trassin paused and withdrew his hand,

"It's no surprise. If I had known about it, I would have collected it directly so as not to waste this precious tear of Elsa."

Trazin said nonchalantly as it released its stasis stance and the six little guys stumbled towards Mortarion.

Mortarion glanced at Trazin, he bent down and fished out the little guard who couldn't climb up.

[There is another possibility that... your souls still exist within the Star God? But I'm no expert on this. 】

Trazin held his head, watching the actions of the little Death Guards, but smiled and shook his head,

"If it were true, we would have done that long ago when we destroyed the imprisoned Star God."

The room fell silent again.

Mortarion waited slowly for the little guards to find a comfortable place. The original body looked at Trazin, his eyes flashing with a little golden light.

"I appreciate your care of Hades," Mortarion said quietly, "and it looks like we can continue to work together." 】

"It's a little effort," Trazin waved his hand, "It's cooperation...I guess you don't want to interact with me?"

"I really don't want to meet you," Mortarion lowered his eyes, "but there are dead souls." 】

【……】

White mist spewed out from Mortarion's respirator, and there was silence again. Even though the Necron was unwilling to show it, Death still felt a trace of loss.

[Because of Hades,] Mortarion said, [I have been searching alone for thousands of years to retrieve the souls of the Necrontyr. 】

"Don't make false accusations," Trazin raised his hand, "I didn't force you to do this."

Mortarion ignored him and continued talking.

[I mean... for those who fear death, there is another possibility. 】

He turned his head to touch the little guard who was seeking comfort from the original body. His hood dropped, covering half of the original body's face.

"What?"

Trazin asked, and it laughed, "What else can there be? Even the new life in Nurgle's Realm can't save us, what else can there be?"

【……】

[Ancient Saint. 】

Mortarion said slowly,

[Tarrazin, have you ever thought that...as your former enemy, whether out of war or kindness, the Old Saint collected part of the souls of the Necrontyr? 】

Hades watched as Trazyn froze completely.

[I guess you don’t want to think about this possibility, right? 】

Mortarion said calmly, [After all, thinking about your former enemies... may be a shame for you. 】

"W-why did you say that?"

Trazin almost stood up, "Besides, the Ancient Saints have completely disappeared! Their figures have not appeared in the galaxy at all since then!!!"

[I'm just offering a solution,] Mortarion said, [There are traces of the Old Ones' breath left in the Warp from hundreds of thousands of years ago. I've smelled some of them, and I think some of them are from the Old Ones... some... may be other races, including the Eldar, the Greenskins, and others...]

[You know this possibility is very high, right?]

Mortarion asked, and Trazyn, who was opposite him, looked overheated.