Chapter 348 Endless

The last rays of sunset disappeared from the restaurant window, and the musicians played a melodious wind trio, but the people attending the party had no intention of appreciating the long and slow rhythm.

People wearing gorgeous robes in black, gold or red with gold lines painted on the surface were drinking and whispering to each other, with their heads lowered to prevent others from hearing their words; their skin was as flawless as that of newborn babies, their eyes were shining, and their words were fluent, which was completely different from the sloppy humans in the nest.

Those boys in short sleeves and the female companions in silk robes and lace skirts were their followers, kneeling not far away waiting for the master's orders, but their eyes would still glance at the dining table from time to time. Those silver tablewares were placed with real fruits, vegetables and fresh meat. Any of them should be worth enough to buy a top residence on other planets, right?

But they still can't attract people to talk. Those stewards, supervisors, rear admirals, army colonels, wives... Terra's dignitaries gather here - although they are not at the top, their topics are always the same:

Power, money, knowledge, politics, satisfaction... mixed with all kinds of disguises, transactions, traps, plots, and struggles.

The human species is so strange, their diverse emotions nourish the subspace; some people are willing to sacrifice their lives for others, while some people keep pulling people to the front as meat shields for their own survival; some people disdain delicious food and only care about social games, and some people work to death eating corpse starch mixture at the bottom of the hive...

The extent of their exploitation of their own people is that I only let my human slaves work ten hours a natural day, and they are grateful to me, plus a little reward, their loyalty to me has exceeded their emperor.

You say I slander my own kind? No, no, no, I am not a human. Strictly speaking, I belong to the "alien" species in the mouth of humans.

Let me introduce myself. I am [Endless] Taraxin, the eternal dead spirit, an archaeologist, the ruler of Solomnas, the curator of the Solomnas Museum, the chief manager of the Necrontyr historical archives, a lover of diverse cultures, a recorder of galactic history, a voluntary protector and rescuer of ownerless cultural relics... and so on.

The person sitting in this party is not me, but this guy who has been infected with my "Heart-locking Beetle" and has a distinguished status. Now I am observing this place from a distant planet through his eyes and body, and by the way, I appreciate the music played by humans and find some fun in my boring and long life.

Of course, the main reason is to let this guy manage the relationship and pave the way for me to visit here in person next; after all, this is the sacred Terra at the core of mankind. Unlike the ignorant people on other remote planets, it is still inconvenient for me, an alien, to come in and visit.

Just as I was listening to music and watching the power farce performed by this group of people who have no collection value, I heard screams-several uninvited guests came to the party hall.

But no one dared to stop them. Even though the person who organized this party was a director of a high-level department of Terra, he immediately knelt down and trembled in front of those tall giants in golden armor, and he didn't dare to raise his head.

Ah, the imperial guards, the close guards of the Lord of Mankind, the most powerful human warriors. My hand unconsciously touched my waist, wanting to take out the hyperdimensional cube maze from the pocket of the other dimension to add these suddenly appeared imperial guards to my collection, and add some "new brothers" to the imperial guards in the Solemnas Museum...

Ah, I forgot that I am not here. It's just a pity for this guy. I also plan to control him to play a power game here.

Everyone was expelled by these imperial guards-except me. It can be seen that they have already responded and prepared, and used a strange little object to block the space around me to prevent me from escaping or the heart-locking beetle sneaking out.

Although I can't do these things now.

But I am curious about how they know my existence.

I thought I was well hidden, and the social circle I entered was not the highest level of Terra, so naturally it was unlikely that I would be noticed by the "strange people" who protected them.

But these tall golden giants did not answer my questions, nor did they immediately destroy the existence of this body. They just silently and coldly cut off my hands and feet, and then took me away from here through the teleportation array.

Are they trying to torture me to reveal some valuable information? They should know that this is useless to me.

At this time, I should have cut off the dimensional connection with the heart-locking beetle and turned to find new fun or cultural relics, but my consciousness unit told me that there might be quite interesting developments next, so I stayed; when I saw that I might appear in the most core and sacred place of Terra-the palace of the Lord of Humanity, I knew that my choice was right.

I have always longed to visit this great palace up close in person, to see these sculptures, these paintings, these art paintings...ah, my eyes were covered.

These golden big guys didn't seem to want me to visit here from a distance, perhaps to prevent me from coming here in the future and become familiar with it with the help of this visit. Although I felt a little frustrated and regretful, I was more curious about where the imperial guards were going to take me.

Do you want to meet the legendary Lord of Humanity who sits on the golden throne? If that's the case, then I'm not surprised how the Forbidden Army found me. After all, this existence possesses quite powerful power.

Are you looking for me to repair that piece of machinery and equipment? To be honest, rather than repairing it, I actually want to move it back to the Solemnas Museum to open the eyes of other undead compatriots - but considering the difficulty of doing this and its serious consequences, I still simply do it. Gave up the idea.

Anyway...just don't put me on it. But I still imagined for a moment what it would be like to sit on that throne.

In short, after a not too long period of time, I keenly felt an energy that was somewhat similar to but completely different from the etheric power of subspace, as if I was being led through a portal again. Until I heard the sound of the Custodes armor touching the ground again, and through the dimensional connection that became very weak, I realized that I was in another place.

The black cloth covering my head was removed, and my eyes came into contact with things again. But the place I am in is not the throne room where etheric energy surges as I imagined, but a calm hall made of bronze metal, with patterns on it...

Oh my God.

I saw the boy sitting on the bronze throne directly in front of me. He was also looking at me calmly, and there seemed to be a scene of stars being reborn and dimmed in his eyes.

This is like a trait and instinct that cannot be disguised by anything. There is no doubt that He is the Lord of mankind, the greatest and most powerful leader in the history of mankind.

"Hello, first time meeting, [Endless One] Trazin."

He nodded slightly and greeted me calmly.

"It would be my pleasure, Lord of Mankind."

I said it very sincerely.

I also wanted to show my respect to the will of the Lord of Mankind with a courtesy - for His amazing feat of single-handedly suppressing and sealing off the Void Dragon Mag'ladroth (Void Dragon), It’s enough to earn my respect;

But obviously this is impossible, because this body has its limbs cut off, and I am now being held in the hands of two forbidden soldiers - oh, I just discovered that the forbidden soldiers responsible for guarding me also have a few more new ones. The "model" is a black and gold armor that I have never seen before; the tallest Forbidden Soldier without a helmet in front, maybe he is a leader of the Forbidden Army?

In addition, I also noticed that a human warrior who was not a Custodian stood next to the Lord of Mankind. He was glaring at me now; judging from the power armor he wore, he looked more like a Septon Astartes, but No matter in terms of technology, style, or style, it is different from those in my collection; and visually inspecting its genes... it always feels a bit strange.

God, all of this... is so worth collecting, even if it's just the greetings the Lord of Humanity just said to me... It's a pity that I don't have the ability to collect them now.

However, my thinking unit has already begun to simulate and save this scene of my conversation with the Lord of Humanity, and then consider whether to put it at the main entrance of the Solemnath Museum for playback.

"I wish to make a deal with you, Endless One," said the boy on the throne.

trade? I was immediately interested. Trading with the will of the Lord of Mankind must be quite interesting.

I can detect that the Lord of Mankind on the throne is not a complete form, but more like a fragment of his will; although I have been collecting the history of the "Horus Heresy" and trying to simulate and restore that great scene, But I still don't know how badly the Lord of Mankind suffered.

"What do you want to exchange with me, Lord of Mankind? And what do you want to exchange for it?"

I was so excited that I wanted to gear up... but now that I have no arms, I could only control my body and face to make a smiling expression.

"Me," the boy said.

"Huh?" I was slightly stunned.

"I want to exchange myself for you for what I want. As you can imagine, I am not the real person on the throne, but a fragment representing human nature." The boy said calmly, but his words were This made the Imperial Guards around him and me become very anxious and nervous, and they all spoke out to dissuade him.

Fragments of humanity...

My computing unit was rapidly calculating the value of this collection... and I quickly came to the conclusion - this is better than what I imagined as a collection of "Hair of the Lord of Humanity", "Skin of the Lord of Humanity" or "Humanity". Things like "the Lord's intimate clothes" are much, much more valuable!

Its value and significance are supreme, far exceeding the value of any collection in my museum! I have already thought about the location of the new exhibition area for the will of the Lord of Humanity, and will arrange or prepare other collections around it...

"But there is a small premise." The boy continued.

"What's the premise? Just tell me." I think I can no longer control the expression on this body - it must be a twisted smile.

"Before being collected by you, I still need to do some things. And I have to exchange what I need in advance." He said.

Ah, my overheated emotional unit has cooled down a bit because of this sentence. Do you want to exchange things first?

To be honest, this is not in line with my way of doing things. Generally, before I make an exchange, I wait until the item is in hand before delivering it - if something happens to the person I exchanged before, that is a situation I would be happy to see.

But now the "object of exchange" has become me... the Lord of Humanity... he shouldn't regret it, right? I was half-believing and half-doubting. Moreover, the contracts within the Eternal Dead Spirits have no effect on Him.

"If it's very difficult, forget it. Valoris." The boy said.

"Yes, Your Majesty!" The commander of the imperial guards immediately replied, holding the big axe angrily, and seemed to be eager to destroy my body, lest I really reach a deal with his master that he doesn't want to see.

"Wait! Lord of Humanity!" I shouted hurriedly, "We can talk about it in detail!"

I made a quick decision. If it was just a small exchange of benefits in advance, it would be insignificant compared to the long-term transaction with the Lord of Humanity and his humanity, the most valuable collection.