Because they usually have a longer lifespan than other races, an ancient and glorious history, powerful magical talents, and exceptionally beautiful or handsome appearance.
Obviously, the Eldar in the Warhammer universe perfectly meets all of the above characteristics, and even has a lot of negative things such as cruelty, selfishness, bloodthirstiness, indulgence, abuse of addictive drugs, and love of pleasure.
Especially the Dark Eldar and Pirate Eldar, who are comparable to the drow who believe in Lolth in Faerun.
After all, as the second galactic overlord to replace the Ancients after the War in Heaven, they had used the power of the Eldar gods to isolate themselves from the influence of the chaotic forces of the Warp from the moment they ascended the throne.
At the same time, the biggest enemy, the Necrons, fell into a deep sleep after defeating the Star God, and external enemies disappeared almost overnight.
Because there is no threat and they have inherited the valuable legacy of the Old Saints, the development of the Eldar is smoother than any other race in the galaxy.
They expanded with almost no effort and built a powerful empire that remained unchallenged for tens of millions of years.
To be precise, before humans rose into the Dark Age of Technology and triggered the Iron Man Rebellion, these pointy-eared people were enjoying a carefree and wonderful life, and even death could be escaped by reincarnating their souls.
How would an immortal race that does not feel any survival pressure or external threats, whose bodies are extremely sensitive and can enjoy several, dozens, or even dozens of times more stimulation and pleasure than humans, kill time? Of course, they would first satisfy the most primitive and pleasurable sensory needs! Coupled with the Eldar women's pitfalls of reproduction and breeding methods, it is not surprising that they would become more and more depraved.
After all, anyone who has a little understanding of sensory stimulation and brain feedback mechanisms knows that this thing will gradually become less sensitive with frequent stimulation.
And dullness means that more and stronger stimulation is needed to bring the same level of pleasure as before.
The most important thing is that the elves have an extremely long lifespan, and even if they die they can be reborn with their memories.
Therefore, even though their nervous systems are countless times more sensitive than humans, they will inevitably be unable to obtain satisfaction from normal entertainment after hundreds or even thousands of years, and will need to develop more bizarre and perverted activities.
Otherwise eternal life will no longer be a blessing but a torture more painful than any torture.
This is why Slaanesh looked so strange after his birth.
Compared to the Eldar, the pitiful XP that humans can get is not even a fraction of the former.
As an ordinary Eldar born in the Craft World of Bel-Tan, Evelyne was initially just an innocent girl who longed to be a dancer and wanted to influence this gloomy and dark universe with love.
But later she discovered that she had a good talent for psychic powers, so she jumped to the path of the prophet and became a war witch. Then she chose the path of the warrior because of her bloodthirstiness and violence.
Perhaps it was because of the last choice that she left her hometown and chose to wander outside and become an interstellar pirate leader.
Later, she even went to the capital of the Dark Eldar, Comoros, and transformed herself into a middle-level manager. She also participated in bloody gladiatorial competitions and worked as an enchantress for a period of time.
This means that Everenne is not a "white lotus", but a daughter of darkness who has truly tasted the bitterness of depravity.
She must have participated in many group sports during her time as a space pirate and with the Dark Eldar, and was completely lost in the desires of corruption and depravity.
If she had not been chosen by the god of death and given a sacred mission, she would probably still be driving that pirate ship around the galaxy, enjoying the physical pleasure brought by having relationships with different men, and the excitement brought by fighting and killing.
Therefore, if anyone thinks that Evelyne is a naive person or someone with a sense of justice, they are totally wrong.
The logic behind all her actions is based on her own interests.
Especially when she formed the Death Army and recruited people everywhere, it was essentially because she herself had become the Chosen One of God and could legitimately become the supreme leader of this force.
If she could really kill Slaanesh with the help of the power of Death, she would become the savior of the entire Eldar race, and even unite the divided Ark Eldar, Dark Eldar, Pirate Eldar and Savage Eldar to establish a new empire and become the supreme queen.
This means that what drives Eveline to run around is not some lofty ideal or wish, but a strong ambition and desire for power.
So when the Avatar of Death told her that even if all the Eldar were destroyed, he would never be able to kill Slaanesh, the woman's first reaction was anger and disappointment.
Because this means that all previous beautiful fantasies about the future have been shattered.
What's even more terrible is that since she is the supreme leader of the Death Army and the chosen one of the Death God, she has definitely been targeted by Slaanesh and her future days will definitely be miserable.
One can imagine what would happen if one were caught by a Slaanesh demon.
This means that for Evelene, nothing is more important than finding a powerful backer at this stage.
Otherwise, as long as the truth spreads within the Death Army, that group of Eldar mobs that are cobbled together will soon fall apart.
After all, the reason why they are willing to join the Death Army is that they believe that here they can end the tragic fate of being hunted by Slaanesh.
Once this biggest and only common goal disappears, the accumulated contradictions between the different factions of the Eldar will immediately erupt, and if things go wrong, there may even be an extreme situation of fratricide.
Don't think this is a joke!
You have to know that the Ark Eldar (also known as white bean sprouts by the Hammer guys) and the Savage Eldar (wild bean sprouts) who escaped long ago and lived a primitive pastoral life are full of hatred and hostility towards the corrupt and decadent Dark Eldar (black bean sprouts) who have committed Slaanesh, and they wish to kill these culprits.
As for the Dark Eldar, their souls are being drained by Slaanesh all the time. In order to avoid death due to draining, they can only replenish their energy through killing, plundering and torturing others.
In other words, Slaanesh sucks them in, and they suck others in to replenish themselves, thus forming a horrible vicious cycle.
Especially the most depraved Blood Orcs, who are simply the most heinous connoisseurs of pain and fear in the entire galaxy.
Even the devils of hell and the demons of the abyss from the universe where the planet Toril is located had to give warm applause and cheers for their dark art.
These beings committed countless unspeakable atrocities long before Slaanesh was born.
They are so evil that they even use the battlefield as their canvas, using blood, viscera, bones and souls as paint to unscrupulously create otherworldly and horrific works.
Of course, when talking about the Haemolings we have to mention a little story about them and the Golden Throne of "Old Man Huang".
Legend has it that there was once a high lord who had suffered from cerebral thrombosis for who knows how many years. He believed that the powerful technology of the Haemolings could repair the Golden Throne, so he captured a Black Bean Sprout and brought him to the Terra Palace.
As a result, the latter just took a look at the Golden Throne and immediately fell into a brain orgasm, saying on the spot that this thing was the coolest, most awesome, and most advanced torture and pain machine in the galaxy.
Compared with humans and monkeys, the methods and machines of torturing people that we have researched for tens of millions of years are simply weak and not even worthy of carrying their shoes.
Even if all the torture instruments in the dark city of Comoros were added together, they would not be one billionth of the torture this instrument inflicted on the emperor.
Because even in Hei Douya's eyes, having his spiritual energy continuously extracted is the most terrifying thing.
But the Lord of Humanity has been sitting there for ten thousand years, and with the blessing of the enormous power of human faith, he can never die, and he is always experiencing this most extreme torture.
Is there any torture in the world more cruel and desperate than this?
The answer is obviously no!
From then on, the Haemonchi in Black Bean Sprouts no longer dared to look down on the evil, darkness and cruelty of human beings, and even felt that the other party had more potential than themselves in this regard.
Of course, as the price for blaspheming the God-Emperor, the Blood Orc who had a brain orgasm was torn into pieces by the angry Imperial Guards who rushed in.
It is said that in the last moment before his death, this guy was in an extremely excited mental state. He did not show the slightest pain. Instead, he felt a sense of satisfaction that "If I hear the truth in the morning, I can die in the evening."
The reaction was just like when a scientist cracked the ultimate truth of the universe or a chef created an ultimate dish that would taste extremely delicious to people with different tastes.
It is probably because of this that the top leaders of the Human Empire collectively broke down, and the state religion even clamored to completely wipe out all the Dark Eldar from the galaxy.
Because the cruel truth is always the most hurtful.
No matter how the charlatans of the state religion touted the emperor as omnipotent, he was essentially a poor man who was betrayed by his most trusted and beloved son, forced to sit on the Golden Throne and endure both physical and spiritual torture for tens of thousands of years.
One could even say that the emperor was dead the moment he accepted the faith.
Today, he is held high as a symbol to rally people's hearts, just like all the great monarchs and leaders who have passed away in human history.
As for what my thoughts are and what I did in the past, it doesn't matter at all.
What matters is that he must become whatever the empire needs him to become.
It's just like how all old books and works are interpreted. Many times, it does not depend on the author himself, but on the person who reads it, as well as the special background and political needs of the era.
The meaning that is interpreted may be completely opposite to what the author wants to express.
This is the most ironic and saddest thing in the world.
Of course, Evelyne had no interest in the little story between the Bloodlings and the Golden Throne.
At this moment, she was standing in the empty palace, anxiously waiting for her master to arrive.
In comparison, Inkani, the incarnation of the god of death, remained very calm. There was no expression on his face from beginning to end, as if he could stand till the end of time.
Fortunately, this situation did not last too long. The two saw a figure appear out of thin air on the highest point of the neutron throne built with unknown technology. It was Zuo Si's Shuoyou incarnation.
moment!
Evelyne and the incarnation of death both bowed down and saluted respectfully.
Because although the elves are arrogant and conceited, they are not fools who cannot see the situation clearly.
Especially when facing those who are far more powerful than themselves, they will bow their heads without hesitation when it is time to do so.
This is most evident when dealing with humans.
Even though they regarded ordinary humans as uncivilized monkeys, they acknowledged that the Emperor and the Primarch were gods and demigods higher than themselves.
Not to mention that the man in front of him had launched a grand war that burned the entire warp, and personally planned the death of the Chaos God Nurgle, pushing a Death Goddess of equal magnitude onto the throne, using the ever-growing Sea of Oil to drive out chaos and establish order.
No matter who it is, as long as he can achieve any of the above, he deserves the word great.
In addition, since you need help from others, you naturally have to be as humble as possible.
Zuo Si was obviously very satisfied with their attitude. He slowly stood up and walked down the stairs, teasing in a slightly playful tone: "If I remember correctly, the last time we met was not a pleasant one. Especially when you said before you left that you would make me regret it."
"I am so sorry! It was because I was blind and failed to realize your great power and unfathomable wisdom."
Evelyne quickly lowered her head deeply and looked ashamed.
Unfortunately, this little trick was of no use to Zuo Si. Instead, it made his eyes reveal a hint of undisguised contempt. He turned around and cast his gaze towards the incarnation of death.
"Did you ask her to come?"
Yinkani nodded slightly: "Yes. Because with the birth of the new Death God, it is no longer possible for me to gain the power to kill Slaanesh. This also means that the Death God Army has no future and must find a new way out."
Hearing this honest speech, Zuo Si couldn't help but smiled and asked back: "Then why do you think I will accept it? You should know that in my eyes, the entire Eldar race is as worthless as a stray dog."
"We are willing to be the currency and chess pieces in your hands."
Evelyne directly revealed the last trump card she had prepared.
She was obviously well aware that she had very limited bargaining chips, so she simply went all in and tried to impress the other party with her sincerity.
After all, even the Chaos God of the Warp needs some servants and subordinates to carry out his plans.
Zuo Si, who had actually formed a direct confrontation with him, certainly needed it as well.
"Oh? You mean, from now on, the Death Army will completely obey my will and orders?"
Zuo Si showed an expression of obvious interest as he began to look up and down at the elf woman who had long white hair tied into a sky-high braid and had something around her eyes that was either paint or tattoos.
Evelyne nodded without hesitation: "That's right. As long as you promise to protect us from Slaanesh, we will worship you as a god, including all members of the Craftworld - Iyanden."
"Haha, it sounds a little bit attractive."
Zuo Si's mouth corners slightly raised, revealing a meaningful smile.
Because the Eldar Ark is essentially a replica of the Wandering Earth, but it is much more technologically advanced and can support hundreds of millions or even billions of people.
Although it cannot travel at superluminal speeds due to its huge size, it can at least reach subluminal speeds.
In addition to the most basic survival support system, the Ark also preserves a large number of technology and weapons and equipment production lines, and can even build behemoths such as the Phoenix-class battlecruiser.
The most important thing is that each Ark has its own soul closed-loop system, which can preserve the souls of the dead in a small "eternal matrix" system inside the Ark to prevent them from being devoured by Slaanesh.
If necessary, these souls will be installed on various machines such as the Nether Titan to serve as drivers in military operations.
It can be said that as long as there is an Ark in existence, the Eldar will always have hope of revival.
"I am also willing to submit to the new God of Death and fight against the Chaos God together with her."
Yinkani also took advantage of the situation and stated his choice.
He was undoubtedly very clear that only with the help of Jaina's power could he have a chance of defeating Slaanesh.
Otherwise, his fate would be either to be torn to pieces and eaten like the goddess of life, Isa, or to hide from place to place like the god of laughter, Xigochi.
As for being broken into a thousand pieces like Kane, it would be better to die directly.
What's more, as the incarnation of the Eldar god of death, Inkani has a natural affinity for the new goddess of death Jaina, and does not think there is anything wrong with joining her.
"What if my condition is to order you to capture and occupy the Dark Eldar's capital, Commorragh?"
Zuo Si suddenly and without any warning closed the distance between him and Evelyne, until their faces were almost touching, and he could even feel her breath, heat, and heartbeat.
The latter's expression changed drastically in an instant.
Because she knew very well how terrible that place was.
In fact, Commorros, the City of Endless Darkness, is not a simple planet in essence, but is closer to an incredible extra-dimensional star port, relying on two stolen stars to provide the energy necessary for daily operations.
Its society is mainly composed of "conspiracies" that are similar to a combination of Italian mafia families and space pirates.
The smallest of them might consist of only ten low-ranking thugs, but the most powerful could launch a full-scale attack on a certain Ark Eldar.
Especially the black-hearted conspiracy group directly ruled by the city lord, which is considered the number one force even in today's galaxy where demons and monsters are rampant.
It is said that the leader, Asdubar Victor, existed before the Eldar civilization faced a catastrophe. He is an old man who has lived for at least 20,000 years. According to seniority, any Israeli who comes has to call him Big Brother.
It was said that he was originally just a slave of lowly birth in the city of Comoros, destined to die in obscurity with his throat slit on the altar.
As a result, just as the blade was about to cut through his neck, Slaanesh was born.
The soul of the sacrificial priest who was about to kill him was taken away by the terrifying evil god on the spot.
Asturbar Victor was lucky enough to survive because he was still young and had not yet been poisoned by indulgence and hedonism.
Having witnessed with his own eyes the devastating destruction that Slaanesh had brought to the entire Eldar race, he began to struggle hard to survive in this terrible doomsday, climbing up by any means necessary, little by little squeezing into the ruling class and seizing the highest power.
To some extent, Asdubal Victor's life is quite inspirational.
Of course, the premise is that we must ignore his label as a vicious fun-loving person.
After all, this guy's greatest pleasure in life is to ruin other people's lives.
The most important thing is that Evelyne and Asturbar Victor have a mortal feud.
The energy released by the former when releasing the power of death broke the "Kane Gate" leading to the subspace of Commorra.
As a result, a large number of demons rushed in and almost caused the entire city to fall.
Asturbar Victor's prestige suffered a huge blow as a result, and his Dark Eldar either rebelled or fled.
There is still a huge reward for Everenee in Comoros City.
You should know that this capital of the Dark Eldar has various monitoring systems and detectors spread across every corner, even the underground part is no exception, there is no so-called blind spot.
This means that when an outsider enters, the box will be opened in minutes, and everything from name to date of birth, place of origin and even genetic genes will be recorded.
So Evelyne dared to guarantee that as long as she appeared near Comoros City, Asdubal Victor would immediately discover her and react most violently.
"Why, is there any difficulty?"
Zuo Si asked knowingly and stared into the other party's eyes to force him.
Of course, he couldn't be unaware of the feud between Evelyne and Asturbar Victor.
The reason for doing this is, on the one hand, to make the Death Army surrender, and on the other hand, Comoros' position is too special and important.
If the webway controlled by the Eldar is likened to a huge and complex maze, then Commorragh is the intersection of most of the passages in this maze, and can also be called the center.
Whoever controls this star port city will be able to make full use of the legacy of the ancient saints - the webway.
Although Zuo Si himself has mastered several superluminal navigation technologies that can avoid the subspace, he is still very interested in the extra-dimensional product called the Webway.
Evelyne replied with a bitter look on her face: "I am extremely sorry, but our Death Army does not have enough strength to capture Comoros City."
Zuo Si smiled and shook his head: "No, no, no, I think you seem to have misunderstood what I meant.
I did not stipulate that only the Death Army should carry out this mission.
You can use your diplomatic skills and eloquence to recruit people from other Craftworlds or planets inhabited by the Savage Eldar.
Even pirates, clown troupes, and even dark elves were brought in.
In return, I will set aside a few planets in the area under my rule for them to settle, or drag the planet inhabited by the Savage Eldar and place it near one of the stars.
The Eldar who settled here need not worry about the threat from Slaanesh.
But the premise is that you must abide by the rules I set."
"You mean... let me use this as a condition to get more people to attack Comoros together?"
Evelyne was obviously very smart and immediately realized the great value of this promise.
Even the darkest, most depraved, and most evil Dark Eldar, upon learning that they can escape the erosion of Slaanesh, will not hesitate to turn against their former compatriots and masters.
“That’s right.
And I can also provide you with a fleet and 200,000 psychic Astartes warriors using the Magnus gene.
How about it, do you want to accept it?
Advance statement!
Once the contract is reached and the Death Army fails to achieve this goal within the specified time, the consequences will be serious.
Because I hate people who don’t abide by contracts and go back on their words the most.”
When saying this, Zuo Si's tone revealed an undisguised threat.
Evelyne turned her head and glanced at the incarnation of death. After receiving a slight nod from the latter, she immediately took a deep breath, knelt on one knee, drew out the Crone's Sword, and raised her hands high above her head.
"We are willing to carry out every order you give us! Don't worry, it won't be long before Comoros will be in your hands."
"very good!
Now, I appoint you as the supreme commander of the expeditionary force, with full responsibility for this invasion.
Remember, you only have one chance.
Failure would mean the complete withdrawal of the Eldar from the galactic arena.
I will personally destroy the Eternal Matrix so that your God of Death will never wake up, and at the same time I will enter the Webway to capture the God of Laughter and throw him to Slaanesh to torture him to death."
After saying that, Zuo Si grabbed the old woman's sword and suddenly released two kinds of sparkling oil from his body to devour the artifact.
After just a few minutes, it was transformed from a serrated knife into a true double-edged sword, and the power of the Eldar gods contained in it was also transformed into the power of the incarnation of Shining Oil.
On the sword, one can vaguely see densely packed textures as complex as integrated circuits, as well as mysterious runes that can drive the psychic energy of the subspace.
After doing all this, Zuo Si raised the sword and gently pressed the sharp tip of the sword against the center of Eveleni's forehead, cutting through the skin and leaving his own mark on it.
Blood slid down the wounds on both sides of the nose and finally dripped from the latter's sharp chin, making the whole person look full of a strange bloody and violent beauty.
When the mark began to emit a dark glow, he put back the weapon in his hand, which had transformed from the Old Woman's Sword into the Shining Oil Sword.
As the chosen one of the God of Death, Evelyne undoubtedly felt the changes in the sword in her hand, as well as the new power given to her by the mark on her forehead. She immediately prostrated herself on the ground and said in a slightly excited tone: "Thank you for your generosity and kindness. I swear that the Death Army will never let you down, and the same goes for the Eldar."
"Really? Then I look forward to your performance. With this sword, you can obtain the corresponding number of fleets and landing troops from the spaceport above your head."
As the last word came out of his mouth, Zuo Si instantly turned into a virtual body and dissipated into the air.
When his figure completely disappeared, Evelyne, whose muscles and nerves were tense all over her body, relaxed instantly. She stood up with the help of a stone pillar beside her and asked with a wry smile, "We are considered successful, right?"
"Well, we have obtained the right to survive into the future, but the prerequisite is that you must capture Comoros as soon as possible."
The incarnation of death gave an affirmative answer.
"I know. But before that, there is one more thing I need to do, and that is to convince Visage."
When the bishop of the Death Army was mentioned, Evelyne immediately revealed an expression of extreme headache.
The reason was simple! In addition to being one of the three great leaders of the Death God Army, this guy was also her most ardent pursuer. They would often have fierce arguments over route issues, and they almost drew their swords against each other a few times.
Previously, Visage had strongly opposed awakening the Primarch Robert Guilliman to help the Human Empire, which caused a lot of unpleasantness between the two sides.
But no matter how much of a headache it was, Evelyne knew that she had to find a way to convince this guy immediately, or at least prevent him from openly opposing her.
…
At the same time, far away on the other side of the Milky Way, the famous "King of Figures" Trazyn has found the members of the Dark Mechanicus who were spreading the news everywhere.
Looking at these new Phyrexian creations that had been completely transformed by the oil, he immediately put on a polite look and asked, "I heard you are looking for me?"
"Greetings, Overlord of the Nihilak Dynasty, Ruler of the Tomb World of Solemnas, Protector of the Great Galaxy's History, Artifacts, and Events, Master of the Solemnas Museum, His Excellency Talazin the Infinite, it is an honor to meet you."
The leader of the Dark Mechanicus suddenly listed all of the opponent's titles.
Obviously, this is both an expression of respect and a display of strength.
After all, apart from the Necrons, very few outsiders can explain Trazyn's origins so clearly.
You have to know that the Nihilak Dynasty is the most isolated and closed Necron dynasty.
Because of a devastating failure in its dimensional stabilization array, the world where the dynasty was located sank into a pocket dimension. Outsiders could not even enter, let alone be attacked.
Although the current supreme leader, Pope Chrispek, is trying to oppose isolationism and expand the territory, there is still a big gap compared to other awakened powerful undead dynasties.
"Where did you get this information about me?" The Figure King asked expressionlessly.
Of course, it wasn't that he wasn't surprised by this, but that metal skull face really couldn't make any complex expressions.
You have to know that this is not his real body or a high-level clone, it is just a Necromancer body that came from somewhere unknown.
As the most unwelcome visitor to the major Necron dynasties and tomb worlds, Trazyn is so annoying and hated, and stealing things everywhere is just one of the reasons.
Another reason is that he will directly transfer his consciousness into the body without notifying the original owner to complete the possession.
Then he controlled this body and wandered around the galaxy, and it might end up being destroyed.
That’s why the Figure King is classified as one of the “three most annoying mythical gods” in the Warhammer universe.
As for the other two, one is the Chaos God Tzeentch, and the other is Asturbar Victor, the ruler of Commorros.
"It was Soth, the great father of New Phyrexia, who told us. He is omniscient and omnipotent, so he naturally knows all your information."
The leader of the Dark Mechanicus gave the answer with a fanatical look on his face.
"Soth? The mysterious being who brought the sparkling oil?"
The green light flashing in Trazyn's eyes suddenly increased.
After all, as the largest collector in the galaxy, he had noticed the Spark Oil and the New Phyrexian creations that had been transformed into Spark Oil long ago, and even secretly captured several of them and placed them in stasis fields.
Similarly, he had also heard that several small dynasties were directly swallowed up by the oil and turned into puppets controlled by the other side.
This incident also caused an uproar in the parliamentary court composed of the French emperor and the overlord.
If there were no clear records of the Star God, they would even think that this was the resurrection of a Star God who possessed incredible power.
But soon through the study of the residual sparking oil, the Necrons realized that this was not the power of the Star God, but something between matter and energy that had never appeared in the Milky Way.
It can not only corrode and disintegrate all matter, but also absorb all energy including spiritual energy.
Even the highest-level Necrons like the Hierophant and Overlord have no chance of escape once they are infected.
The only thing to be thankful for is that this thing cannot cross dimensions on its own, so as long as you hide in the tomb world, you don’t have to worry too much about being infected on a large scale.
The leader of the Dark Mechanicus seemed to sense the fleeting fear in the King of Figures, and let out a low, shrill laugh through his mechanical electronic head.
“Hehehe——
That’s right!
Now the great father of New Phyrexia wishes to meet with you to make a deal.
To show his sincerity, he ordered us to bring you some small gifts.
Some gifts are unique even in the entire universe."
As he spoke, the leader of the Dark Mechanicus turned around and sent a bunch of codes to his servants.
After receiving the order, the latter immediately opened the cargo hold of the spacecraft and dragged out a huge box that was more than 20 meters high, more than 300 meters long, and almost 150 meters wide.
Just as the Figure King was staring at the other party with a slightly curious look, the servant pressed the button directly.
The next second...
The huge box opened and disintegrated on the spot, revealing the densely packed creatures inside that were placed in a stasis field.
From various elemental creatures, demons, angels, yugoloths, undead, elves, dwarves, gnomes, halflings, and various magical creatures and monsters from the universe where the planet Toril is located, to the representative specialties of the universe where the planet Azeroth is located, the entire interior space is densely packed.
As described, none of them were like anything Trazyn had ever seen in the galaxy, and all were unique.
As an avid collector, he naturally could not resist such temptation. He immediately walked up to them one by one, regardless of the possible danger, to check whether these precious collections were specimens or alive.
Especially the huge dragons, alien creatures and demons from the Burning Legion, even the King of Figures, who is always known for his politeness, elegance and calmness, lost his composure.
After several hours, this guy finally came back to his senses from his excitement and obsession, and confirmed once again: "Are these really all gifts for me? Are there any other strings attached?"
"Yes, no strings attached."
The leader of the Dark Mechanicus gave a straightforward affirmative answer.
"Excellent! It seems that your master is indeed quite sincere. If you don't mind, could you tell me where these interesting collections came from?"
Trazyn asked with interest, fiddling with the labels attached to the corresponding creatures.
You know, his favorite thing to do is to write a complete history for the new collections.
But these labels only have very simple names and general introductions, and there is no such thing as social structure, the development of civilization, daily life, racial talents, etc.
This is definitely a torture for someone who is eager to understand his collection.
"I'm sorry, but I am only a messenger conveying the will of the great father of New Phyrexia, and I don't know the information of these gifts.
If you want to know more, please set a date and place.
At that time, Lord Jinjitasha, the Blue Demon Judge, will come to meet you.
He will bring something more valuable to exchange with you."
After saying that, the leader of the Dark Mechanicus raised his head and stared at the Action Figure King with his electronic eyes, as if waiting for the other party to respond.
"Deal? What do you want from me?"
Trazyn's interest was completely aroused by these creatures he had never seen before, and he was even looking forward to the upcoming transaction.
After all, the gift alone is so precious, so you can imagine how many good things the other person has.
The leader of the Dark Mechanicus said without hesitation: "The great father of New Phyrexia wants to know all the secrets of the Star God. If possible, he also wants to obtain some fragments of the Star God."
"Star God?!"
The Toy King's voice suddenly rose an octave.
Because this is the biggest secret of the entire Necron race, and it is also a taboo that is forbidden to mention.
"Yes, it is the Star God. You can go back and think about it slowly. My spaceship is on standby here. When you have thought it through and decided to make a deal, you can always inform me of the specific time and place."
As the last word came out of his mouth, the leader of the Dark Mechanicus bent down and bowed politely, then returned to the spaceship with his entourage.
As a creature that has been perfected by the oil, he has already completed his mission, so he will never do anything superfluous.
Staring at the slowly closing hatch, Taraxin stood there for a long time without moving, and didn't even put away all the precious collections immediately as usual.
There is no other reason, it's just that the Star God is too sensitive.
Although he did have a considerable number of Star God fragments in his hands, he was not sure whether trading them to the owner of Shuoyou was a wise choice.
You have to know that Zuo Si is not a "young man" like Belisarius Cawl whose potential can be seen at a glance, but a mysterious existence that can pose a huge threat to the Necron race.
Based on the information currently collected by the Figure King, it is basically 100% certain that the other party was not born in the Milky Way, but came from outside the Milky Way.
Maybe I should ask the Silent King Szalak for some information? During his self-exile, he left the Milky Way and went to the vast interstellar void, and even brought back news of the Tyranid invasion...
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