Chapter 130 The Final Era: The Last Lunar Wolf

The tomb world Solem Ino is located in an unknown corner of the galaxy that no one will notice, but there is no need to worry about this, because this is intentional, and the owner here does not like to be exposed to people's view.

Under, I mean, under any kind of view.

This is the cold and lonely world of the Necrons, but this planet is different from other masters of the Necrons, because this is the country that belongs to the "Endless One" Trazin, a country of knowledge.

On the planet of Solemuino, there is a huge museum. The museum protected by the dimensional position is located between the real universe and subspace, in a secondary plane created by the powerful technology of the Necron.

middle.

This makes the museum invisible to the outside world, impossible to touch, let alone enter, unless you get an invitation from Trazin. Trust me, Trazin likes to invite people into the museum, although it is usually as an exhibit.

In Trazin's endless museum, there are countless treasures, artworks, technological creations, magnificent creations and miraculous scenes from the past and present of the galaxy.

The latter is more than just a descriptor. Trazin is keen on using the Necron's phase converter to imitate huge and huge scenes, which can even uproot entire mountains from the ground.

He is also keen on bringing warriors, species and members of various civilizations, "inviting" them here, and putting them into static positions to present countless historical scenes, some of which are restored one to one, even the parties involved are without exception.

, and some are imitations, although the similarity is almost infinitely close to the real thing.

In the long black corridors and exhibition halls, legendary creations are suspended above the cubes, and they are lined up along the endless, borderless museum.

But suddenly, everything started to collapse from somewhere. Many collections fell from their display stands and fell to the ground. Some were even torn apart, collapsed and shattered beyond repair.

An iron foot stood in front of the broken creation. Trazin picked it up and looked at the thing and lamented with regret, "Ah, what a pity."

He said sadly that this crystal was called the "Light of Valstar". According to legend, this crystal was a legacy belonging to the ancient Eldar civilization. Many, many centuries ago, Trazin was descended from a group of Eldar explorers.

I "borrowed" this creation from my hands.

Legend has it that this crystal was formed from Isa's tears and is the purest form of Isa's tears. There are even rumors that it contains Isa's soul fragments.

But Trazin never found it, and now the crystal has been shattered. If Isa's soul fragment is inside it, then she is now free and going to be happy somewhere in the galaxy.

Trazin raised his head and looked at his devastated museum. Many exhibits were broken, and even the stationary viewing platform was damaged, causing the exhibits to run out.

It took Trazin some effort to capture them all, or eliminate them. You know, letting a bunch of Tyranids run around in the museum is not a wise option.

Trazin had some unique ideas, so he released a battle nun who came from the Age of Punishment. He promised this outstanding female warrior that as long as she could kill the Tyranids, then Tara

Xin will return him to his Emperor's spokesman, Bishop Vandire.

Trazin was a man of his word, and he did so, placing the Battle Sister in a still position in front of the famous "Vandir Beheading Scene", allowing her to witness the beheading of her spokesperson.

He looked at the scenic spot and the shocked expression on the nun's face, which was frozen in that moment forever.

Trazin's eyes flashed. He raised his palm and projected a half-length image of a person on it. He looked at the human figure with green light and shadow and smiled strangely.

"Hello, Vito, I didn't expect you to contact me so soon. Have you succeeded?" "No, not yet, but I have something else to ask you for."

As Vito spoke, he suddenly turned his head and looked aside. Trazin also looked over. Several underworld scarabs pulled a boulder and flew away. That thing was also one of the exhibits, but it was obviously not where he should be.

This is true of places and many things.

Vito raised his eyebrows and looked at the messy museum in Trazin. Many of the display obelisks here were damaged. The Endless's precious collections were scattered everywhere, and many of them were seriously damaged beyond repair.

It was like being under some kind of attack.

"Have the people you plagiarized your "collection" finally found your hometown?" Vito suggested the most likely reason after pondering for a moment, while Trazin sighed helplessly and shook his head, "No, it's not, if that's the case.

On the contrary, it’s not bad.”

The Endless One walked to the big bell. The golden and bronze bell was suspended in a static position. The static position that was usually used to imprison and control living creatures now restrained a lonely big bell.

The body is engraved and imprinted with countless exquisite patterns. Those patterns and carvings are gorgeous and amazing. Countless holy patterns and prayer poems surround the bell body.

The creations that belonged to the empire now looked out of place under the support of the undead creations. The dark green fluorescence shone on them, reflecting the outlines of those holy things that looked so weird.

Trazin stroked the surface of the big clock. Obviously, being stationary would not have any effect on him. He could still reach out across the boundary of the position to touch, touch and move the big clock.

"It was the loss it caused. The "Bell of St. Gerstad" was a collection I brought back from an Imperial State Church world. I saved it from the flames of war between Chaos and humanity, but it has given me so much today.

Loss."

Trazin said resentfully, and lightly hit the bell body with a fist, "I really want to throw it into the stars, but I think you might be able to give me the answer. Old friend, you know, you are better than me."

Learn more about your miracles."

"First of all, Trazin, I am not a member of the state religion and I can't explain theology to you. If you want to understand, find one yourself." Vito said coldly in his hand, and Trazin laughed.

The sound of laughter echoed with the twinkling of his eyes.

"Indeed, I will find one at the right time, but I still believe that you know all this better than me." Trazin said, staring at the big clock.

"This bell has remained silent in the past, but suddenly it rang thirteen times today. Each time it struck, it stirred up the powerful power of the sub-space. Unfortunately, many of my exhibits were destroyed as a result, and there were many more.

Additional losses.”

"I want to know why, Vito, I'm very curious about this." Trazin said, touching the pattern on the big clock with his iron fingers, crossing the rose patterns and outlining them with the front end of his finger.

With the skull symbol.

Trazin liked these things. Although this thing caused huge losses, it was precisely because Trazin did not understand this thing. The sense of unknown, mystery and desire to explore and seek knowledge made him more and more helpless and aroused his inner feelings.

It comes from the last emotional part when he still had flesh and blood before transformation.

His thirst for endless exploration of treasures and knowledge, and Vito gave him a simple, clear and short answer.

"That old bastard is giving a warning. I dare say similar bells are ringing in many imperial worlds." Vito said, Trazin lowered his head, and the mechanical head moved like a human, but not like a human.

It is human-like because of its expression and feeling, not human-like because of its rigid feeling and its purely mechanical face that does not show any change in expression.

"Warning?" "Yes, warning."

Vito looked at the big bell and crossed his arms, "That old fool will ring these big bells when the empire is in crisis, and issue a warning in a weird "oracle" way, and then the entire empire will start to move.

, mobilize, move troops, and prevent defensive support to deal with the invasion."

"It's really interesting. It's like a galaxy-wide alarm system. Although the Emperor's physical body has been destroyed, it's surprising that his spiritual power is so powerful."

Trazin's eyes blinked, but he was still a little confused, "But why thirteen times? I'm confused." "Then you have to ask that old fool, who always likes to toss such meaningless things.

What nonsense, what kind of miracles, dreams, prophecies, etc., I make people guess riddles every day, but I can’t directly tell you where to go, what to do, and what to do.”

The Necromancer overlord smiled and retracted his hand from his stance, "What kind of disaster caused him to warn like this? My friend, what kind of fear is coming to the galaxy?"

"That's why I came to you, Trazin, I want you to do me a favor," Vito said, and Trazin started walking along the halls of his museum.

He walked between the black stone steps and the exhibits. His eyes scanned these cultural relics and examined their beauty. "What are you doing?"

"Abaddon is attacking Cadia. This time he has brought the whole family together. This time he is serious about it." "Then you need me to go and help the empire defeat Chaos?" "I need you to go and help.

The Empire defends the obelisk."

Trazin stopped in front of a helmet, a Great Crusade model Space Marine helmet with a Roman numeral, XI, painted in black and gold.

"Abaddon discovered the secret of the Obelisk?" "I think so, Trazin, he successfully activated and used the Blackstone Fortress. I just destroyed the reactor of the Eternal Will. I believe Abaddon already knows it.

The secrets of your technology, especially the obelisk."

No need for Vito to say anything, Trazin knew the seriousness of this matter.

If the little warmaster of Chaos knows that secret, then he may only think about one problem now, seize Cadia, close or reverse the restraining function of the obelisk to further tear apart the Eye of Terror, and let it swallow the entire galaxy.

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Well, now Trazin also knows the seriousness of the situation, and has to marvel at Abaddon's learning speed.

"It's amazing, my friend. It has only been two or three centuries since the Gothic War, but Abaddon has already known our technological skills, which is worthy of praise."

"Abaddon has many talents under his command, including the Dark Mechanicus, Iron Warriors, etc. I am not surprised by this. After all, Guilliman also figured out the operation of the "Sosa Beacon" device during the Great Rebellion. Then Abaddon

Of course they can too."

Vito's eyes dimmed as he looked at the helmet. Countless memories passed in front of him. Vito closed his eyes and let out a long sigh.

"What do you need me to do? Vito." Trazin said directly, as if to change the subject. Vito knew why he did that, but he did it and left those painful memories behind.

"I need you to go to Cadia, help the Mechanicum people control the obelisk, and then cause some trouble for Abaddon." Vito said, he was suspended in the hands of Trazin, and walked through the long infinity with him.

Museum corridor.

The huge Eldar Nether Knight stood aside, the tall Eldar Titan towered into the clouds, and its figure was almost enveloped in the green smoke caused by the lighting of the museum.

On the other side is another Imperial Warlord-class Titan. The two Titans are facing each other, with each other's cannons raised high to form a unique arch across Trazin's head.

The Endless One walked under the arch and walked in a long exhibition hall of warriors from all races. Warriors from the Empire, Greenskins, Tyranids, Chaos and Eldar. Warriors from all races were imprisoned and bound here.

"My friend, of course I am willing to help you, but what can I get? I need to spend a lot of energy, time and risks, and even the Warmaster will take revenge on me."

Trazin said as he walked, his steps accompanied by a huge crown on his back, "I have a lot to lose, and what do I gain?"

Vito smiled and looked at the "collections" on both sides of the Trazin Museum.

"First, you can witness an epic battle and get some new collections from it to make up for the losses caused by that idiot ringing the bell."

"Second, to cause trouble for Abaddon, you don't want Chaos to overthrow the empire, right? Then you will encounter a lot of trouble on your treasure hunt, and many precious cultural relics will be destroyed by Chaos. As a "collector" you

I don’t want to see that scene.”

"Third, sell me a favor and pay it back to you later."

Trazin stopped, he chuckled, and turned to look at the several Salamander Space Marines beside him. They were placed in a static position, and there was another female Inquisitor beside them.
To be continued...