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

Chapter 662 110. Trazin! win! ! !

"If you feel uncomfortable...you can temporarily turn off your sensors."

The wind howled, and Trazin tugged at the remaining cloak he had and added silently.

Beside it was Obiron, who was clutching the ground with his palms, eager to pounce on him and fight Hades to the death.

Hearing the words of the Endless One, Obiron trembled violently,

"Thanks, no need..."

It said, the light in its eyes shining brighter.

Opposite the half-length Obiron and Trazin who was squatting on the ground was Hades, who was trying to protect Zandric's database.

With the release of the Star God's skills, black mist and silver-white liquid overflowed together, like a medium with vitality, drilling into the body of the Necron along the broken part of the wearer's shell, and carefully attached to the cable, Clinging to it, exploring and repairing Zandrik's thinking circuit.

After an unknown amount of time, the black fog finally dissipated, revealing Hades's frowning face.

"It's okay for now,"

Hades paused and looked at the two Necrons who were watching.

"But the wear and tear is very serious, and the runes on the thinking circuit are very blurred. I have repaired the most basic parts, but the part involving personality..."

"Every Necron is completely different from this part of every Necron. I haven't seen Zandrik's original rune array, so there's no way to fix it, but I have arranged the part for his personality. It has imposed stricter protection, and to be honest, its personality array is quite... perhaps it can be described as rich? "

Hades has only seen one person whose personality array exceeds Zandrik's so far - that is Trazin, who is squatting on the street in front of him. The battle just now has exhausted the Endless.

Hades even suspected that Trazin's personality array was still being updated, but Trazin did not allow him to continue to take a closer look.

"but,"

Hades walked around Zandric and walked to Obiron's side. Half of this brother's body was still flashing lightning. He had just offered to repair the king's guard, but was rejected. Obiron asked him to go first. Save the one who wears the crown.

Obiron subconsciously felt nervous. Pluto was smaller than other C'tan fragments, but still larger than the tallest Necrons, and the shadow covered it.

"I would rather suggest that the Crowned One reduce the use of multiple thought arrays - in layman's terms, it should not command large battlefields many times. Even if the space overlord's circuits are more advanced, after all, the size is here, and large wars can easily make it The underlying circuit overheats, thereby accelerating the wear and tear of the upper personality.”

Hades spread his hands,

"I know you don't trust the Star Gods or humans - but with Trazin's reputation, I just can't bear to see you jumping around here all the time."

"Such a shameless man!"

Trazin cursed, but Hades decisively ignored it. Drops of liquid metal floated, and Hades simply pinched Obilon's lower body.

Obiron remained silent. The Necron seemed not to want to communicate with the being it recognized as a star god. Obiron stumbled to his feet and still looked at Hades fiercely.

It nodded slightly towards Hades and immediately limped towards the wearer.

Hades looked at Trazin again and asked with his eyes.

The Endless One was silent for a moment, finally shook his head, and hurriedly walked over to check on Zandric with Wang Wei——

The King of Silence has never met such a capable general. Compared with Zandric, the other crowned ones are like pigs.

"You guys go back first."

Trazin said,

"The next matter... we will discuss it after the wearer wakes up."

"..."

Obiron silently picked up Zandric and saluted the Infinite,

"Thank you Lord Endless for your understanding."

Obiron said quietly,

"I can't make decisions, but I think Lord Wearer will understand you - I also understand what you want to do, and I will try to persuade you."

"I'm sad about that too,"

Trazin took the call,

"For a Necrontyr with the status of the Crowned One...many things cannot be avoided by an individual."

Zandric is not like Trazin, who is in the dynasty of the Storm King. He is in the position of the crown wearer, so he must prove himself with victory after victory. Once he fails... the crown wearer in a high position will Immediately fell into hell.

This is the custom of the Necrophobes. The Necrophobe nobles can only live for about twenty to thirty years, and forty years is already considered a long life. Therefore, there are indeed generals among them who have never failed in their lives.

At the same time, the competition is also very fierce, because for many Necrontyr, there is only one chance.

After becoming a Necron...all hell breaks loose.

Trazyn thought and nodded towards Obilon. The king's guard was very awake and left two fragments of their star god to Trazyn.

"but!"

Trazin suddenly raised her voice,

"Obiron, I mean, Obiron, what do you think about abandoning your identity and responsibilities?"

"What are you thinking about?"

Obiron was stunned. He looked at Trazin, standing on the top of the mountain with countless Necron corpses. The Infinite suddenly opened its arms, and the strong wind made its broken cloak rustle.

"all of these!"

Trazin said that beyond Trazin's ray-blackened shell, Obiron saw those densely packed ants, the Necron army that was evacuating under its and Trazin's control.

Obiron laughed.

"Me? I never thought about this-"

"too painful."

It saluted again, and left with the old general in some despair.

Hades and Trazin watched Zandrik's army retreat, and when the last soldier of the old general disappeared——

"got it."

Hades suddenly spoke, and Trazin beside him was startled.

"What? What did you get?!"

"Zandric's authority key, the crowned one is not low in the Sotec dynasty - it can even be said that it is only under the Storm King?"

"There are also several crown-wearers and civil servants of the same rank as it."

Trazin added.

"But, no, Hades, you just didn't mean to ask me if I wanted to get their keys. Didn't I shake my head?"

"..."

Hades was shocked.

"I mean I already have them, and - you don't want the key to them?"

Trazin paused and immediately said bluffingly,

"I plan to convince people with my reasons. Look, I have already convinced them. Don't underestimate the political art of the director of the Solemnas Art Museum."

"what ever,"

Hades waved his hand,

"Then you use political art to convince them, and I will directly use the key -"

He deliberately lengthened his voice,

"Don't! Don't don't!"

Trazin said quickly,

“Help each other and get some resources.”

"Sent to you."

Hades checked OK. He realized that compared with a qualified leader, Trazin was indeed somewhat unqualified. The Endless was obviously too emotional and impulsive.

But...it is precisely the sensibility and impulse of the Endless One that allowed it to reach its alliance with Hades today.

There are pros and cons.

If Trazin was really cold-blooded and rational enough, then he would be a replica of the Silent King or the Storm King.

Hades watched Trazin continue to mobilize a large enough Necron army to retreat and recover a general. Trazin seemed very excited and could not stop his desire to communicate.

"Hades, what do you think of Obilon?"

"A loyal warrior, very vigilant and highly armed,"

Hades commented,

"It's been overloaded several times, and I think it's lost a lot of memory in this war, but it doesn't show it at all."

"no!"

Trazin slapped her thigh and let out a crisp cry! A sound.

"I mean something else—what do you think Obiron's last words meant?"

"..."

"I thought, obviously this was all too painful for him,"

Hades said, thoughtfully,

"So it chooses to be a loyal warrior - no, I don't mean to criticize it. In fact, this kind of thinking is not uncommon among the human legions."

"This will make the soldiers more loyal, which is a good thing for the generals."

"Sometimes making decisions and thinking is more painful than fighting, because it means taking responsibility and accepting the punishment if the decision fails. Of course, sometimes just thinking is painful enough..."

Hades's voice softened,

"Personally, I think Zandrik just can't accept the reality... and has gradually become semi-crazy. Even if it is worn out, there are many obvious short-circuits and disconnections in its upper-level thinking circuit.

You can tell it suffered for a while, until the errors in the loop connected into a path that worked weirdly, and then it was 'normal' again. "

Trazin hissed,

"It sounds so painful."

The Endless One said,

"I'm starting to become pessimistic too."

Hades glanced at Trazin and did not notice the despair. Perhaps there was pessimism.

"It doesn't look like it."

Trazin made a grimace. Damn it, why do the Endless have more expressive expressions than other Necrons?

"Maybe I'm born optimistic,"

The Endless One spoke in a relaxed tone;

"Actually, during the year of my biological transformation, I was diagnosed with skin cancer. Fortunately, I was caught by the astrologer and thrown into the furnace before I could feel any pain."

"……Congratulations?"

Hades said hesitantly,

"Congratulations, congratulations, of course it's a happy event."

Trazin said with relief,

"I've told this joke a thousand times, and you're the only one who wishes me the best, Hades."

The atmosphere was heavy. Hades wanted to sigh. The fate that the Necron faced now was cruel enough. If he were a Necron, he might just become a hermit - or find a place to die.

But Trazin can still stand up and continue to face it, and is even willing to make trouble again. He can be regarded as a hero among the undead.

Hades held back his sigh and joked,

"Tarrazin, I see you are so comfortable... How about I give you some strength? In the match just now, your performance was 4.6 times that of your opponent. Why are you still 50-50?"

"That--"

"Is that my problem?!"

Trazin shouted,

"That guy Zandric is too strong! I am a scholar——"

"You just need to practice more."

Hades directly interrupted the skill, which made Trazin blush.

Looking at the red-warm Trazin, Hades suddenly remembered that there was another red-skinned guy that he had almost forgotten.

He exchanged some words with Trazin, and finally Hades signaled Trazin to retreat first. The Endless, who was exhausted from the fight, cursed the Necrontyr and returned with the Necrons.

Looking at the devastated earth, Hades silently took out the red-skinned Magnus from the multidimensional space.

"I hope you don't think I'm abusing you? It happened suddenly, you can see for yourself -"

Hades said, untying Magnus thoughtfully, and pointed at the desert where the original terrain was almost invisible. The small library of the original body was still intact, like a sea of ​​tar floating on the sea. A lonely boat.

【……】

【What happened? 】

"Obviously, a war."

Hades said easily,

"The alien friends you made don't seem to trust you very much, so they led a lot of ambushes."

[But they didn't attack me. 】

Magnus said word by word,

[It was your arrival that broke the balance. 】

"You can think so."

Hades said that he was not going to argue with a scholar who was good at talking about words.

"But now this is the fact. I give you two choices. Now pack your luggage and follow me. I will ask your heirs to help you when I go back - your supervision will be handed over to your heirs. The empire will not will pass them;”

[What’s the second option? 】

"The second option is for us to have another fight, and then I'll beat you down, tie you back, and hand it over to your heirs."

【This is not a choice at all! 】

Magnus said a little angrily,

【This is not fair——】

"I assume you want to choose the second one?"

【No! 】

Magnus is still noble,

[I choose the first one. 】

"Okay, then go and clean it up quickly."

[But it’s still unfair. 】

"..."

Hades' forehead was about to explode, but the original body did not leave him a chance to persuade him by force. Even though he still condemned Hades's atrocities, Magnus went back to pack his luggage without complaint.

……………………

Something's wrong...

Trazin sat alone in the control room. It sat upright, but its fingers that kept twiddling revealed its inner uneasiness.

Something is definitely wrong...

Trazin thought as it recalled every detail of the battle with the old general.

The Crowned One rushed forward, followed by a perfect and impeccable slash. Trazin rolled to avoid it, and Zandric seemed stunned for a moment. Was that then?

No, Trazin thought, Zandric was probably stunned for a moment because of the Endless One's unique dodge method. After all, the Crowned One had a professional background.

Then came the offensive that was as fast as a torrential rain. Although Hades had strengthened Trazin's reflexes, Zandrik still forced Trazin into a desperate situation step by step with his anticipation and locked position.

But - at that moment.

Trazin adjusted the fragments in his mind. From frame to frame, he squinted his eyes and saw the slightest fluctuation.

That's the moment!

The Infinite stood up suddenly, convinced for a moment that something had happened to the Crowned One - Zandric had become older and more worn because of it - and then there was a massive uprising of the Crowned One's army!

What exactly is that?

Trazin thought, Hades? No, it wasn't Hades. Some other entity intervened on the battlefield and seemed to be here to help them for the time being.

What exactly is that? ? ?

……………………

"It seems we are late."

Incisor said in a rough voice, and no greenskin responded to it. The Muggle boy next to it stood in front of the porthole in surprise, staring at their destination.

Stewart Planet Q05

The planet that should have been earthy red is now hot and scarred. Active volcanoes that can be observed with the naked eye from orbit cover an entire continent. Mountains that are completely inconsistent with geography and physics rise from the ground and are scattered on the continent. , like building blocks randomly thrown by a young child.

Huge scars traverse the planet, and there is no sign of any life activity on it.

"incredible……"

Mage boy said slowly,

"I'm sure this is not the power of a wise man. The fluctuations of psychic energy are very weak."

"..."

"Hades?"

Incisor and Mage Boy looked at each other, and each saw the shock in the other's eyes.

"Yes or no……"

Mag boy said,

"He...no...Has Hades cooperated with the race that excludes humans or orcs again?"

……………………

Damn Trazin.

Orican wiped his face, time rifts flickering on its metal body.

No one knew it, but it had just saved the galaxy from the greenskins.

But - it wasn't originally meant to rescue the idiot Trazin.

Ourrican sat on the chair in a tired posture, feeling dizzy from the rapid loss of energy. On the other side of the alien race, Tian Khan stood there without saying a word, with his hand on the white tiger sword on his waist. superior.