Chapter 1109: Outspoken

"Ah, this reminds me of a long time ago." Trazyn, the ambassador of communication between humans and the Necrontyr, observed in a place that would not be affected by the battle. There were some Necrontyr warriors around him, but more were humans with dynasty identification marks.

Sollemnas is a huge treasure house, so it also requires a lot of manpower to maintain it.

The dullness and stiffness of the Necrontyr warriors make them inadequate to protect the fragile collections, and it is too boring to communicate with these guys, so Trazyn is happy to use various means to make humans serve his museum.

In essence, this is nothing more than the enslavement of humans by aliens. But from the performance, the living standards and happiness levels of humans working and living under Trazyn are already quite high.

After the alliance between humans and civilized races was gradually brought to the table, it became easier for Trazyn to recruit museum service personnel.

"What did you recall? Trazyn... Your Excellency..."

An old servant came over with a scroll that had not yet been engraved by light. Trazyn took it casually and said while writing and recording.

"Long, long ago, we were also fighting the orcs. The war was larger and lasted longer. Several dynasties surrounded the orcs, preventing them from joining the main force for a long time, but those dynasties were also unable to completely destroy the orcs. So the war became a protracted war of attrition. After fighting with us for a long time, the orcs' culture also changed dramatically. They organized the civilization characteristics of the Necrontyr and even elected the Three Waaagh Council and the Dumb King..."

As soon as he finished speaking, Trazyn coughed while holding his chest. He lay on the ground and rolled around without relief.

The Silent King was annoyed by Trazyn's ignorance. This collector had forgotten his awe after not being taught for a long time.

"Throw Trazyn on the battlefield for me. Doesn't he like to watch? Let him see enough from close range."

At the command, Orikan got excited and volunteered to cast a spell to teleport Trazyn to the front of the battlefield.

Trazyn broke away from the portal and fell to the ground. The wine glass in his hand broke and the bright red wine spilled all over the floor.

Before he could figure out the current situation, an inexplicable chill forced his head to stick to the ground and not dare to lift it up.

Two cold lights collided fiercely above Trazyn's body, sparks splashed on Trazyn's back, and the sound waves and shock waves lifted his noble cloak.

He turned his head slightly and looked up, and found that Ryan and Ryan, two heavy armored men, were fighting without scruples!

Trazyn's scalp was numb. He knew that Ryan was irritable under his calm face, and he knew that he hated himself very much.

Because Ryan found some fallen angels and veterans of the legion collected by Trazyn in the museum on the way to retrieve the fallen angels, and immediately led his troops to prepare for a cordial exchange.

Trazyn didn't dare to wait for Ryan to visit in person. When Ryan was halfway there, he left the veteran who had been in the stasis field for who knows how many years on Ryan's battleship and left quietly.

No... This is too dangerous... I must immediately transfer my thoughts to other bodies.

Taraxin's crisis device was beeping loudly. He suddenly realized that his attempt to transfer his thoughts was locked by the Silent King, and he couldn't transfer them at all.

My King! My King!

Taraxin roared in his heart, blaming himself for saying anything with his cheap mouth. But he didn't have any complaints about the Silent King himself. He didn't dare to bet that he would resent him. What should he do if the Silent King cut off his control of his body?

When he was nervous and uneasy, Taraxin could only bet all his hopes of survival on Lin Fan and Ryan, who was closest to him.

Fortunately, Ryan didn't crush Taraxin's leisure with his feet. He abandoned his shield and held the heavy sword with both hands, pouring all his strength into it.

Lai En didn't give in at all, and always fought head-on with Ryan.

But there was a hint of cunning under the barbarity of the two. In order to win, neither Ryan nor Lai En cared whether the means were clean or not.

It is precisely because of this trait that the Lion can become the executioner of the Emperor to deal with the darkest things. If other Primarchs were allowed to deal with it, they would inevitably cause more trouble due to indecision.

For example, Ferrus the Iron Hand, under his fierce and tough shell, there is also a plain for soft habitat.

On the way to the Great Crusade, he encountered a kind of alien that was about to die, and barely survived by picking up scraps.

Ferrus attacked them, and these aliens did not put up any effective resistance until the whole tribe was exterminated, but only begged Ferrus not to continue attacking.

In the end, Ferrus still killed all these aliens who had no ability to fight back. He was tired of this battle without honor. If these aliens had resisted, his psychological burden would not be so heavy.

This mentality is similar to Vulcan. He would kill adult Eldar without frowning, but he would also feel a little regret for killing unarmed Eldar children.

Lion is cruel and ruthless, and Lain is cruel and ruthless.

The strategies chosen by the two during the battle were not much different, that is, using their own subspace essence and Waaagh body essence to disrupt the opponent's attack rhythm, so as to find opportunities to expand their own advantages.

The two had similar ideas, and there was no difference in the time of exerting force.

The mysterious forest that blocked out the sun and the mushroom forest that blocked out the sun rose almost at the same time, making this mysterious area shrouded in fog even more elusive.

Tarasim was about to cry out of fear. He crawled slowly on the ground, praying that no one would notice his presence.

But fortunately, the battle between the Dark Angels and the Dark Demons was extremely fierce, and no one had the energy to kick Tarasinn.

The roars and roars weighed heavily on Tarasinn. He didn't know how long it took him to crawl out of the foggy forest, but he knew that he was not out of danger yet.

"Oh! Isn't this Tarasinn! Get up, get up!"

Tarasim was grabbed by a big hand, and then stood up suddenly. He found that he was rescued by a team of Ultramarines.

"Huh... Thank you so much..." Tarasinn's voice was light, and his mechanical body trembled in a very anthropomorphic way.

Tarasim followed this team of Ultramarines and soon joined the other two teams of Ultramarines.

Second Captain Catosicarius was here, and in front of him were four or five Ultramarines who died in heavy blue armor.

"These orcs...are so filthy!"

After spitting on the corpse, Catosikalius walked towards Trazyn, then suddenly stopped and asked in a stern voice what unit the Ultramarines next to Trazyn belonged to.