Chapter 245 The chess game of the Lord of Humanity

"..."

"..."

"I have an idea."

"A good idea."

The dry sound that is infinitely close to metal friction echoes under the old hood. The living dead that has stolen thousands of years of life is covering its body with an unknown origin, casting a shadow on the imperial warship.

murmured to himself.

On its not-wide back, the "Eternal Sun" composed of a Celtic round knot and a silver sun is the symbol of the Second Legion. This simple pattern tells the story of the Spider Queen's choice.

The craftiness and brutality in the world are also accompanied by the high cry of the two-headed sky eagle, and they continue to expand to the Far Eastern frontier, becoming the symbol of Avalon's dominance over countless nests and worlds.

For some, this dark silver full sun symbolizes peace and stability, the gospel that ends thousands of years of chaos, while for others, it is nothing more than a false smile after a horrific massacre.

It is the first clarion call of terror that the darker and cruel rule of the human empire is about to come to fruition.

But for Sergeant Trazin, other people's opinions are meaningless. In his eyes, this round of metal that exudes friendly light is just a simple mark printed on another identity of his. He occasionally

This kind of thing with identification function is needed. After all, you can't always count on the memory of an old man, and protecting ancient cultural relics and maintaining museums consumes a lot of energy and brainpower.

And this is also the reason why the Necron overlords will stay in these mortal armies for a long time. Their system has a certain orderly convenience. This unprecedented pragmatism philosophy even makes Trazin smell a bit of the past.

The remnants of the Necrontyr Empire, and the peaceful days before the War in Heaven.

In addition, those generations of Dawnbreakers who unintentionally explored various tombs and ruins with him also became more and more skilled under his leadership and training. He even began to enjoy commanding them in the ruins of various civilizations.

It feels like a rampage: these young new races have occasional flashes of aura. This is the only thing that makes them better than Trazin's old subordinates.

Already.

If there is any flaw, it is that the Gene Mother of the Second Legion has a billions of prejudices against enthusiastic people like Trazin.

I can clearly feel the boiling malice in the latter: it is a desire for destruction that can barely rival it by merging countless kinds of horrific tortures that are no less than the treasures of Comoros. It is a deformed emotion that can never grow normally.

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Although I have long thought that most of the young races like this are full of hostility towards foreign races, but with such a conspicuous extreme case as the Spider Queen, even Trazin had to feel strange.

But for the Necrontyr's chief artist and critic, who was and is now, this was nothing more than a trivial matter. He could even guess the reason why the Lord of the Second Legion was so strange: it was obvious that the founder of these Primarchs was a

He is an unparalleled genius with extraordinary imagination and power of action, as well as the ambition to burn the entire galaxy, but his technical level is far from matching his ambition. Morgan's abnormal thinking is only a direct reflection of this gap.

But one thing is very good: although the hostess of the Second Legion's malice towards the undead overlord has boiled to the point where it is almost visible to the naked eye, her precious rationality still suppresses the desire for destruction, which allows her to see clearly what she has left behind

The value of the Necron Overlord also allowed Sergeant Trazin to retain his place in Avalon's army and continue his observations with great interest.

Yes, when the Dawnbreakers finally reunited with their genetic mother on the nameless world, observing the newly returned Primarch became Trazin's main activity, and he waited for this evil creation

The day when all the conflicts in my body broke out, and I looked forward to getting an opportunity at that time.

The collection value of a Primarch cannot be described in any words. Even if you look at the entire Solenams Museum, there are not many existences that can compare with it: for that glimmer of possibility, a little time and a body.

To the undead overlord, things that were insignificant were not within the scope of Trazin's concerns at all.

For Trazin, even if the Lord of the Second Legion expels him, he will tirelessly follow the collection that has not yet returned until the day she [changes her mind] comes: Sergeant Trazin may

They disappeared along with Morgan's evil thoughts, but Father Trazin, Captain Trazin or Justice Trazin came one after another endlessly. They are enough to show the Necron Overlord's sincerity for Morgan, the top collection.

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Perhaps it was because he was aware of this possibility that Trazin, who had countless backhands, became the first surviving alien bastard under the control of the Spider Queen, but he could no longer touch any important matters of the legion, not even his own job.

Work has been permanently [suspended].

Of course, the Necron Overlord was happy with this. Perhaps in the eyes of outsiders, he had become a pathetic veteran of Terra who had inadvertently offended the original body and was thus shelved. However, in Trazin's view, the short free time could actually

Let him do some useful activities that he has not done for a long time.

For example...

think.

Trazin was thinking.

Think very carefully.

For others, this may not be a good thing.

In a thousand years, Trazin has rarely thought about something as seriously as he does now: the last time he thought deeply was about a few decades ago, in that wasteland that had been washed away by time, copying

The enthronement of the Golden King.

"The First Unification of Terra": That painting hangs in his favorite corridor, as a sign of complacency for his individual artistic level, and as a bragging rights the next time he meets Orikan: This

It must be useful.

And as for what Trazin was thinking about...

"boom--"

The dull sound started playing less than five kilometers away from the Necron Overlord. It was the remnant of a raid, a scalpel-like precision strike to detonate the core reactor in the orbital refinery, thereby destroying the final step of destroying those atmospheric fortresses.

Means: Three Stormbirds engraved with ace feats are the hosts of this fireworks feast, and the fully armed Dawnbreaker assault team in their belly is the real drummer and flute player, accompanying the undead overlord.

The involuntary melody in the computing code started a new massacre.

Trazin quietly witnessed the fortress at the top of the atmosphere turning into a wriggling mist of fire in front of him, and witnessed the balance of victory and despair tipping over without any suspense between the offensive and defensive sides.

The Necron Overlord, who maintains terrifying sobriety and madness in the center, can easily see that in these few short Terran standard years, Bai Jun, who cannot even complete a formal Necron drama,

In the meantime, the Dawnbreakers' tactical cooperation has made terrible progress. Their cooperation has changed from terrible mutual harm to a multilateral art for various situations. Supporting each other and protecting friendly forces have become their mission.

The core and most important part of tactics.

The Lord of Solenamus can even clearly feel that in his calculation logic that was as cold as the tomb, there was a trace of unwillingness and pain: How could these sincere emotions also exist in the Necrontyr?

Among the noble children, but now, he can only cherish the fragmented memories of these young races with unlimited future.

Such emotion, coupled with the feast of killing that appeared in front of him, allowed the broken fragments of the Necron that could only exist in the line of thinking to be connected more smoothly, and finally pieced together a piece of contempt that made the Lord of Solernamus smile.

The past made him look at those majestic imperial warships and couldn't help but look forward to what would happen one day in the future.

Trazin thought about it, and he remembered what he was thinking: Oh, how careless he was, how could he forget that important person? How could he forget that person who was second only to Solernams Museum?

The eldest, second most humorous Necrontyr lord in the galaxy, he is one of Solenamus's most desired guests.

Perhaps he could invite the great humorist and his unsightly escort with a false feast that did not exist, and then extend a warm invitation to them to stay for a while at Solenams. He believed that the old man was not

Will refuse this wonderful suggestion: Of course, none of this is important now, after all, he needs to wait for the Solernams to wake up first, which is a task that requires patience.

But right now, what he needs to care about is another thing, a small thing that is not that important, such as the huge gas planet in front of him: he remembers that this world seems to be called Miasma, or something else.

Strange name, but it doesn't matter, just like the world itself doesn't matter.

This gas giant is one of the many isolationists in the Aegis sector. It is nothing more than a small colony composed of a string of orbiting refineries surrounding the atmosphere. It barely survives by selling fuel to the passing fleet, just in time to replenish it.

Stations and transfer stations are the empire's only positioning for it, and the force sent by the Second Legion is the best embodiment of this positioning: the 33rd Company led by Captain Diarmuid, and

A professionally strengthened naval fleet trampled this wavering human colony under its feet.

They even restored the tradition of the Dawnbreakers in a timely manner and spared the Miasma people's pitiful survival resources as much as possible. After all, from the moment they knelt down on the ground, these people had already transformed from evil to evil.

The enemy becomes the property of the Queen of Dawn: Dawnbreaker's follow-up fleet will bring supplies for reconstruction, and even food plundered from the destruction of Heldor, using costless transactions to make Miasma a hero as quickly as possible.

Loyal servant of the Avalon Federation.

Of course, Trazin doesn't care about all this, because such conquests and gentle methods are simply countless in these days: after easily destroying the staunchest resister Heldo, with Morgan's order, Dawn

The warrior army quickly dispersed, and according to the long-decided plans and responsibilities, it bit the worlds in the Aegis Sector like bloodthirsty wolves, striving to make this sector kneel before the Spider Queen as quickly as possible.

Under the riding boots.

Groups of Sons of Morgan used their respective companies as units, either traveling in groups, or carrying a large number of mortal auxiliaries, and rushed towards their mission targets. The war quickly started, and most of them ended quickly, and

A steady stream of logistics fleets are coming from the direction of Avalon and Tigres, ensuring the timely conclusion of this huge operation: in control of the destruction of Heldor, the Lord of the Second Legion has learned from those who have been passed down for thousands of years.

On the corpses of the ancient family, she received enough food and wealth, and she generously threw them all away as a timely help that the conquered world could afford, in exchange for their basic loyalty to the new ruler.

Under the combined influence of powerful military power and abundant support materials, Manlok, the second person in the Aegis Sector, who was nine times as big as Holy Terra, quickly succumbed. All the war clans knelt on the ground.

They handed over their eternal allegiance to Morgan, and the Lord of the Legion stayed in this world full of strange ruins for an extra long time, and even recalled the fleet of Cortez specifically. I don’t know what new plan was going on.

Activity.

After the two sector giants set an example with their lives, the remaining worlds in the Aegis sector made their choices one after another in less than the standard month of Terra. Most of the worlds were covered by the fleets of the Human Empire.

When the sun rose, they gave up their last hope, and a few weaklings even took the initiative to find the fleet that had not yet reached its destination, and respectfully offered their land and people.

On the twenty-seventh day after Heldor fell into a raging fire, the entire sector became the possession of the Lord of the Second Legion, and its fertile land that could support more than a dozen surrounding sectors at the same time would be fully

It was used as the foundation of Morgan's grand plan, and more than two million mortal auxiliary troops, under the command of the accompanying Iron Warriors, began to work hard to build various solid fortresses as their future defense and supervision of this sector.

At their base, there will be at least one company of Dawnbreakers and an entire reinforced fleet to carry out this mission with them, and they can also receive ten times the reinforcements at any time.

Of course, Trazin knew that this was far from enough: even with at least ten times the huge reinforcements, it was far from enough. This seemingly eternally peaceful star sector actually hid a terrifying opponent.

Buried is one of the best military commanders in the former Necrontyr dynasty. In the eyes of this man, the art of war of the next generation is like a soft sandcastle abandoned by children on the beach.

Trazin remembered it very clearly: near the center between Heldor and Miasma, a desolate world that looked ordinary was spinning. Even the most whimsical explorer would not be interested in that world.
To be continued...