He had been aware of it since Soshyan appeared on the planet, but he was not sure at first because it was too shocking-even by his standards.
It wasn't until the other party went underground and he observed it up close that he confirmed that the other party was indeed "the one".
This is a big deal!
Not only for the Necron race, but also for the entire galaxy, and even more so for himself, Trazin, the curator of the Solemnas Art Museum!
However, his other title is more famous, the Endless One.
Trazin is a protector of history, artifacts, and things, and the countless vast crypts in the tomb world of Solemnath are filled with technologies so rare and great that any Tech-Priest of the Mechanicum would pay
It cost the lives of several close colleagues just to learn that these technologies actually existed.
At the same time, the underground chamber is filled with artifacts of all kinds: the legendary Bonesinger of Altanshar, the pickled head of Sebastian Thor, the ossified shell of an enslaver, and a giant
of a human clad in baroque power armor, his face contorted in an eternal scream - this is just a small part of the collection.
This is a collection that is always growing, because history is always moving forward and Trazin is trying to catch up.
Most of the time, he will obtain the collection through peaceful means, such as well-intentioned deception and borrowing.
But some parts can't be obtained peacefully, and in this case, Trazin has no choice but to gather his armies and use force to get what he wants - if that means destroying a city, a planet, or an entire province.
District, then he would not hesitate.
The most impressive of all the wonders of Solemnath is the Prism Gallery, a curved chamber whose statues recreate historical events that Trazin deemed worthy of display, ranging from the last High Council of the Craftworld of Idhar
, to the carnage spreading across Tragos.
Prism Art Museum is not only famous for its sculptures, but also for its living creatures transformed into high-gloss holographic images by mysterious technology.
Such statues are indistinguishable from their historical prototypes, frozen in moments of victory or defeat and standing forever in Solemnath as a testament to their actions.
Occasionally, a statue will be destroyed, perhaps by the collision of an erroneous tomb ghost, the collapse of the gallery ceiling, or a fight between one of Trazyn's warrior retainers and an overly curious inquisitor.
Firefight.
These incidents would frustrate Trazin, as he would have to stop working on his new collection to find replacements.
Of course, few statues are replaceable, but there are no rules in Trazin's collection, only his own decisions.
If he felt that one of the bright light holograms would meet the requirements as a replacement, then he would obtain them.
And once Trazin decides to update his collection, he does it with a high sense of urgency.
As a member of the Necrons, just having a collecting habit is not enough to make him a weirdo that everyone of his kind screams at. In fact, he is different from almost all his kind.
He doesn't care about the past glory of the Necrontyr, nor does he care about the Necrons' grand plan that lasts for millions of years. He doesn't even care about the life and death of his kind.
In other words, he is an absolute egoist.
Even in his opinion, other Necrontyrs were no more trustworthy than aliens when it came to protecting the artifacts he sought, so Trazin treated artifacts in the hands of alien worlds equally as those in the hands of his own kind.
This has resulted in him playing an unpopular role in many tomb worlds.
Many dynasties issued fatwas against him.
These events go some way to explaining why Trazin rarely travels under his real name, instead using pseudonyms to hide his true identity.
Similarly, Trazin is rarely discovered by others before he is ready to act, but he is very modest about this, and does not think that it is because of how powerful he is, but that other Necron nobles are narrow-minded and stupid.
The naked contempt for his own kind has also become an important personal symbol of Trazin.
"This is a little tricky."
In the black hall, Trazin shook the sheet metal cloak behind him and rubbed his hands in a very personal way.
After pacing back and forth a few times, he turned around and looked at the dark golden cube in the hall, which was surrounded by nine black columns and suspended in mid-air.
"This is also a trouble. I didn't expect Balk to use the highest level time secret lock as a final insurance. There is no way to remove it for a while..."
As he said that, Trazin turned his gaze to a certain expeler.
In the dark underground, two silver-gray figures were climbing quickly along the long stairs, and would soon reach the highest level of the temple, where he was.
"I guess I can't stop it."
Trazin rubbed his smooth metal chin, thinking about strategies to deal with it.
"It's very difficult to capture. I'm afraid there's no chance of success in taking risks."
Although this strange undead spirit may seem unremarkable to outsiders, he is actually extremely arrogant in his heart. Few people can catch his eye, and few things can make him retreat.
but--
Recalling the surging power that made his heart palpitate, Trazin felt that even if he exhausted all the means in this body, it would be difficult to defeat the opponent.
After all, that battle back then was still firmly engraved in his memory circuit. Hundreds of millions of warships, in the blink of an eye -
"Why don't we see if he can handle this first."
After thinking for a while, Trazin was still a little unwilling, so he turned and walked to a corner of the hall, and then tapped the wall three times with the scepter in his hand.
Soon, with a rumble, a hidden door opened in the wall, and the Endless One walked in, and then the wall returned to normal.
Less than ten seconds after Trazin entered, accompanied by heavy footsteps, Soshyan and Talos walked into this hall filled with strange statues.
"Is this a temple?"
Soshyan glanced around and found that the hall was only five hundred meters wide. The walls and floors were covered with flashing invisible symbols. At the same time, a large number of statues with shapes that could not be described in words stood in various locations in the hall.
Talos was also observing, but he had been staring at the mysterious cube from the beginning.
"I'm afraid it's not a temple, this is where they store sacred objects."
"That's true, then why didn't we encounter any obstacles along the way?"
"It's hard for me to say this, but -"
Talos pointed at the cube.
"Maybe it has something to do with that thing."
Soshyan looked at the creature.
For a moment, his mind was filled with whispers of unknown meaning, as if a dozen mouths were telling him something at the same time——