Warhammer: In the Name of the Emperor

Every time he comes here, Vito will agree more and more with the name, Endless Museum. Trazin is not bragging in this regard. This place is indeed worthy of the name Endless.

Showcases, exhibition halls and open shelves line up toward the dark horizon, turning into tiny shadows at the misty end. No matter how huge they are, they are as small as ants there, not because they are so big. Small, but because the distance is too far.

The entire museum seems to be infinitely wide, infinitely high and infinitely long. The occasional high walls are only used to distinguish different exhibition areas, and in between, there is an endless plain of display cabinets.

Vito looked at the Trazin collection sliding past on both sides. Warriors from various races wore full sets of armor from their respective camps, holding the most representative weapons and were stored in static positions. They were all still alive, Vito I saw those divine eyes.

Trazin does not like "traditional specimens"; he prefers more vivid and creative exhibits, and everything here implements his collection guidelines.

Vito looked at the things around him. Every time he came here, he would find something new. At first he would ask Trazin if it was a new collection, but then he gradually gave up because he found that he would never be able to finish it all. All corners of this museum.

He looked behind him, and Guilliman was following behind. He tried hard to keep his expression calm, but his eyes still showed shock. He looked around, looking at every amazing exhibit here.

Vito could understand his shock. After all, in this universe, there is probably no museum larger and more complete than this one. No one can surpass Trazin in this aspect. There has never been one before, and there will never be one in the future.

Vito looked at a Dreadnought mecha aside. It was a Dreadnought from the Chaos camp. It was engraved with the eight-pointed star of Chaos. Around him were steel men holding chain swords, bolt guns or other heavy weapons. Hand Space Marine.

They were fighting on the floor of a specially built showcase. The Dreadnought Mecha raised a warrior high, pointing the flamethrower in his hand at the others below, while the warrior he lifted used a steel weapon. He raised his arms and aimed the plasma at the fearless coffin.

The plasma was shot from the muzzle of the gun and froze just before it hit the fearless coffin. The flames were still burning in the air, and their expressions remained the same as when they fired.

It seemed that Trazin had collected them at the moment when the plasma hit the Dreadnaught, and placed them in a stationary stance, freezing the moment forever for him or his guests to watch.

But this was not the key to Vito paying attention to them. There were too many similar things here in Trazin. What he paid attention to was the name of the battlefield marked in floating fonts under the display cabinet.

"The Battle of the Great Rift - the Battle of Holmes. It seems that you have gained a lot of collections recently." "Hahaha, I have to thank you and Abaddon for this. You have provided me with a lot of wonderful things. historical moments to pick out the right collection and even replace some that I wasn’t too happy with.”

Trazin's face flashed with laughter. He walked between the diamond-shaped countertop and the static display cabinets. Vito looked at the new exhibits around him and smiled, "It seems that you have collected a lot of new things. There are so many. Set up an area specifically for installation.”

"Indeed, I have gained a lot recently and got a lot of gratifying things. Look, there is the Court of Gods over there." Trazin said, raising his finger and pointing to a place in the distance cut off by a high wall. An independent area, its interior is shrouded in hazy darkness, but the outlines of many display cabinets can be vaguely seen.

Vito looked over and raised his eyebrows slightly, "The Court of Gods? What is on display inside?" "Gods, and demigods, as the name suggests." "It seems that you have finally developed a high-end collection. What's in it? Did you put Khorne in it?" Packed with his throne and placed next to the emperor."

Trazin smiled half-smilingly, turned his head and looked straight ahead, "There is only one thing in it. The collection I got from Fabius cost me a lot of things, but it is definitely worth it. "

"What?" "Maybe I will tell you in the future, but not now. This is not the purpose of your coming here, is it? You are here for it."

Trazin stopped in an exhibition hall surrounded by circular walls. There was also a circle of creations placed in a circle. Most of them were very small, like fragile works of art. Being suspended in position like that.

Vito followed and walked in. He approached Trazin and stopped when he passed a suspended Rubik's Cube. He frowned and looked at the picture carefully.

It showed several Black Legion Terminators and scenes of Eldar fighting. They seemed to be fighting for something in a hulk. He stared at the lifelike eyes of the Terminator and felt life in them. He was still alive. , I mean, alive in the Rubik's Cube.

"Ah, that's an interesting little toy. You know, I like your human movies. It's a pity that my people have long lost the ability to create art." Trazin said, his face flashing.

"But our dear friends, Abaddon has given me an interesting scene. Every beginning will have a small or big change, but that is not what you need to care about, my friends, what you care about is it. "

After Guilliman also came up, Trazin took out a diamond-shaped object from a stationary position. Yes, one. It looked like a key, but it was not. It had no handle. Nor can it be held in the hand.

It was an ever-changing polymorphic structure. The body shape was as unpredictable as water, constantly collapsing and turning into a jumping ionic state, and then quickly reforming again.

With Trazin's sudden grip, the thing stabilized, and the molecular form solidified into an inverted triangle. His eyes flashed quickly, and a stream of light shot from between his fingers into the tilted triangle. There was a flash of light on the surface of the object, and Trazin walked over holding it.

The thing was suspended in the palm of Trazin's hand, constantly rotating on its own, "What you are looking for is it, the master key. As long as you get the right instructions, it can change into any form and open any creation of our family. Naturally, you can also close the Black Stone Obelisk.”

As he spoke, he came to Vito and handed the thing to Vito. The latter looked at the thing and tilted his head and smiled bitterly, "Are you sure? It's best if the operation is not too complicated. You know I am very familiar with the program." Don’t know anything about it.”

"I know you are a technical idiot, but don't you have Helen to help you? She will take care of it. I have already written the relevant program into it, I just need to activate it."

Trazin said, letting Vito take the Rubik's Cube from his hand, and did not forget to add, "What can you do without her, my dear old Vito." "Shut up, you iron bastard. "

Vito took the Rubik's Cube and turned around to show it to Guilliman with a smile on his face. "Look, what did I say? Trazin can always help. If you need anything in the future, you can come to me." Him, right? "

Trazin laughed, his eyes twinkling, "Of course, I would be happy to make friends with the Prince Regent, and I would be happy to lend many of my collections."

Guilliman did not smile like Vito. He had a straight face and frowned as he stared at Trazin, "Why are you helping us? If I remember correctly, the ultimate goal of the Necrons is to eliminate all life forms. Occupying the entire universe, why do you want to help us?"

Guilliman's words immediately chilled the scene. Vito looked at him and sighed helplessly, with one hand on his hip, "Can't you just say something nice?" "It doesn't matter, that's a good question, and I'm happy to answer it."

Trazin said, putting his hand on Vito's shoulder, then looked up at Guilliman, who spread out one of his hands, "Tell me, what did you see?"

Guilliman frowned and looked carefully, "Necrons." "Then what?" "What tricks are you playing?" "What you saw was a soulless body of steel, just like you. Same as seen in the lobby.”

"You look different from them." "I'm glad you found that out. Yes, I'm different from them, but there aren't many people like me left, only a handful."

Trazin lamented that it always felt strange for an undead to lament, "In countless iterations of programs and in the storm of formatting, my people have long become mindless. The shells, even the ones that can think, are left with a hatred of life and everything they represent, forgetting who we were and what civilization was like.”

"Art, culture, music, etc. have all been forgotten, and all that is left is pure cold programming. Can you imagine the scene after these guys conquer the universe? That is 0, 0 that will never change."

"And what I want is a living universe, a universe that brings change, curiosity and change. It has been like this from the beginning and has never changed. This is why I collect these things and save them from destruction. "

"Actually, I like you humans, you're interesting, and I'd like you to be alive if I could, so yes, I'll help you in my career."

Trazin said, and Guilliman frowned, "And you plan to betray your people? You help us and become friends with the beings. In this way, to your people, don't you become Enemy?"

"Haha, maybe within each race, there are some unique guys, guys who are called traitors." Trazin smiled, and suddenly, the voice no longer seemed so weird.

He patted Vito on the shoulder and smiled at him. Guilliman watched them ponder, while Trazin raised her head and looked at him, "And from another perspective, from the perspective of the Necrons, "We are not friends with Chaos, and we don't want those guys to take over our galaxy, so I will help you, can you understand?"

Trazin said, walked up and stretched out one of his steel hands. Guilliman looked at that hand, and then looked at Vitor who was smiling and nodding. He was silent for a moment, and he raised his head and looked at Tara. Xin's eyes then grasped the palm of steel.

"Robert Guilliman, son of Konor." "Tarrazin the Endless, I forgot my father's name." "It just so happened that I forgot it too. Speaking of which, it seems that Eldarad also forgot. Otherwise, we are organizing an alliance of those who forget their fathers?”

Vito laughed, Trazin also laughed with the weird syllables, and Robert watched them gradually smile and laugh heartily.

He hadn't laughed so loudly in a long time, with an alien, an old immortal.

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