Chapter 837 If You Have Something to Say, Just Tell Me, Don't Smash My House

A large bell rests quietly on a living metal base that belongs to him, and beside him are a large number of historical relics with collectible value.

The cold green light that has not changed for thousands of years shines on these collections. The tomb beetles quietly inspect and maintain the energy channels. According to the instructions left in the memory, they can continue to work like this for tens of millions of years.

Suddenly, the big bell sealed in the stasis trembled, and its shaking made the tomb beetle responsible for maintenance puzzled. Any living or dead creature that is sealed in a stagnant position should not show such abnormal activity.

The sound of the bell was not long and lasting, but rather violent. Sound waves hit the quiet hall like waves, penetrating deeply into the energy channels and condensation tubes and causing considerable damage.

The collection was shaken by the sound waves and fell to the spotless black stone ground.

Trazin's consciousness was urgently sent to the spare body in the sarcophagus of the library. As soon as he entered, he yelled angrily, "By the God of Death! What happened!"

The big bell shook harder because of Trazin's arrival, and the sound of the collection falling and breaking mixed together to spell out a vague message.

Through simple extraction and analysis, Trazin came up with a sentence.

"Go and see Agrippina."

"Fart!" Trazin shouted into the void and raised his middle finger. "You destroyed my museum just to send a message? Where's the compensation?"

There was no reply, and the bell slowly stopped. Trazin looked at the mess on the floor of the library and covered his face with his hands speechlessly. His heart was full of dissatisfaction with the emperor.

When the affairs of Cadia are settled, I will not call you Trazin until I pry a brick from your throne.

"You guys clean it up." Trazin sighed and ordered his technicians to clean up the mess. When the technician asked what to do with the big bell, Trazin just asked the technician to place the big bell alone.

His consciousness jumped again and returned to his original body. Orikan sat in front of Trazin, holding a dry shard of pottery in his hand.

"What's wrong?" Orikan asked gloatingly, "I guess you would only become so anxious if your museum was smashed."

"Shut up, Orikan." Trazin replied angrily, and then snatched the pottery fragment back from Orikan's hand.

Trazin had been trying to replicate the precious legacy he had seen from the Golden Ark, and every time he handcrafted an item, he would have Orikan age it with a time spell.

Orikan could not understand Trazin's persistence in collecting, but considering that he had nothing to do in Cadia, he agreed to Trazin's request.

The two of them quietly hid in the depths of Cadia with their guards, chatting, doing crafts, and occasionally adding a few obvious errors to Caul's research data for fun.

Life is very pleasant.

Now it seems that because of the bell of the God-Emperor, Trazin must temporarily end his manual work and go to Agrippina to take a look.

"Damn old bacon smashed up my museum! And he wants me to wipe his ass! How can such a good thing happen in the world!" Trazin said angrily.

Orikan was vomiting to the side that all the visitors came when he was collecting things. If he were running a museum, he would never be able to keep these evil things related to the subspace in the museum. "You originally Just don't collect anything about him. It's your own fault if the owner of the item comes to you."

"The owner of the object? Is it your own fault?" Trazin was very happy by what Orikan said. At this time, in order to refute Orikan's words, he appeared like a personable scholar, rather than a person who has been immersed in dyes, cloth, Clay craftsman.

The two people noisily entered the portal that went directly to Agrippina. Before leaving, Trazin glanced in Caul's direction and discovered that the great sage was in a critical period of studying the reversal of the black stone's properties.

After casually adding a few unnoticeable erroneous data to Caul's complex and huge calculation process, and watching Caul scratch his head in confusion again, Trazin's depression dissipated a little.

Happiness is indeed interesting only when it is based on the pain of others.

Caul knew nothing about Trazin's movements. He sighed, overturned all his calculations, and lamented that the Necrontyr's technology was so mysterious and advanced.

The portal suddenly opened from the depths of Agrippina. As soon as Trazin and Orikan appeared, they found themselves buried under the ruins of the building.

The penetration of the subspace interfered with the teleportation coordinates, so the two summoned the tomb beetles and ordered them to dig a passage.

"This planet is almost doomed." Trazin came to this conclusion after a simple analysis. "Rough mining, abuse of primitive kinetic energy weapons, and there are two groups of demon armies driving each other in the center of the earth. He can keep it there. It’s already a bacon blessing if it’s not broken yet.”

Trazin turned back and asked Orikan how long the planet could last as a whole.

"One week." Orikan answered. "In one week, this planet will either become a shrine to Khorne or a shrine to Slaanesh, depending on which of them can win. That's why the Emperor called you here. Save people?"

"It should be." Trazin pressed his finger on the ground. The iron and soil were mixed with blood and felt like sticky clay. "There are too many souls accumulated in this place, and demons can be summoned at will. , cast a spell.”

To verify his statement, Trazyn drew a magic circle on the ground to summon a vampire.

The vampire jumped out suddenly, but before he could do anything, he was torn apart by the Gauss rifle of the Necrontyr warrior.

Trazyn scraped the blood and soil stuck on his hands and decided to find a few old acquaintances to discuss the issue of retreat.

Space Marines are always indispensable in the most intense battles. Trazyn found the Imperial troops attacking together around a square giant tower made of skulls and black iron.

The last gasp.

Trazyn saw the weakness of this unit at a glance. The armor became increasingly difficult to operate under the influence of the bloody storm, and the drivers inside were increasingly difficult to maintain their sanity. They often ignored the orders conveyed by their superiors and rushed out of touch with the team.

The chaotic charge launched by the exhausted army could only achieve limited results. The deaths of thousands and tens of thousands of people only resulted in a few meters of advancement to the giant tower.

The eye sockets of the skull embedded in the giant tower flashed red because of the dead bodies and flowing blood, and war machines equipped with heavy armor and huge cannons walked out of the eight open doors.