Traveling through the Warhammer world, but I didn’t cry.

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 sounds 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 to 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. Now that the owner of the item comes to your door, it's your own fault."

"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 and started over all his calculations, feeling that the Necrontyr's technology was really 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 subspace interfered with the teleportation coordinates, so the two summoned the tomb beetles and ordered them to dig a passage.

"This planet is almost finished." 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 It is a bacon blessing to keep it still unbroken.”

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 touched the ground with his finger. 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.”

In order to verify his statement, Trazin also drew a magic circle on the ground to summon a vampire.

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

Trazin scraped off the blood and soil stuck to his hands and decided to go find some old acquaintances to discuss the retreat.

Space Marines are always present in the most intense battles. Trazin discovered the attacking Imperial troops surrounding a square tower made of skulls and black iron.

The end of the crossbow.

Trazin saw at a glance the weakness of this unit. Under the influence of the bloody storm, the armor became more and more difficult to control, and the pilots inside it became more and more difficult to maintain their sanity. They would often ignore the orders conveyed by their superiors and rush forward to lose touch with the team.

The chaotic charge launched by the exhausted army could achieve limited results. Thousands of people died in battle only in exchange for advancing a few meters towards the giant tower.

The eye sockets of the skull embedded in the giant tower glowed red because of the fallen corpses and flowing blood. A war machine equipped with heavy armor and huge cannons came out of the eight-layered open door.