40k: Midnight Blade.

Chapter 567 85. Dark Crusade (, Defendant Trazin)
Staying in the cell that he had just entered less than three minutes ago, Trazin moved his fingers, making the metal joints beat continuously.

His neural pathways are warning, and those precious and tough necromancy technological creations are telling him in their own way that danger is approaching.

But this is actually not necessary, after all, his visual units are all online, and his hearing is not damaged. He could hear the footsteps coming from the darkness, and could also see the male human who was traveling through the darkness and arriving in front of him.

At least that's what it looks like on the outside.

Trazin stood up from the ground gracefully. The decorations on his traveling robes collided with each other, making a crisp sound, and the reactor on his chest also lit up green.

It was a polite greeting, and he wasn't sure if the visitor would recognize it, but Trazin was not one to take it lightly.

"please forgive--"

He bowed slightly, and a gentle enough sound escaped from between his empty ribs.

"——Dear instructor of the Eighth Legion of the Human Empire, I, Trazin the Endless, overlord of the Solems Dynasty, an ordinary archaeologist, pay my respects to you."

"Besides, Your Excellency, I did not mean to appear in front of you at this time. I don't know if you want to believe me, but if you give me a chance, I will try my best to explain."

Trazin looked at him in surprise, and her voice became hesitant.

"Thank you very much." Trazin bowed again and then began to state.

On a normal day, Trazin would welcome this kind of activity, which would give him a real sense of being alive, even though he had long accepted the fact of 'death'
But that's not possible now. He doesn't want to be killed by this person before the matter is done.

"Of course, I understand that voluntary surrender is not enough to preserve my innocence. In this matter, I still look very suspicious. So, Your Excellency, if you don't mind, I would like to formally start to state my personal statement. testimony.”

"Oh?"

Trazin began to look for a suitable opening statement. This suffocating silence lasted for more than ten seconds before it ended, and the opening statement he finalized in a hurry did not satisfy him very much. There was nothing he could do about it, the whole set of words he had spent seventy years preparing was not applicable to this situation.
Those fake guys showed up at the wrong time.

"Yeah" Trazin pondered for a few seconds, then suddenly raised his right index finger and answered the question loudly. "Can I not answer this question?"

Moreover, there is another thing that is also a bit weird.

The person outside the cage seemed to smile: "Go on, this court allows you to defend yourself."

"First of all, what I want to say is the purpose of my coming here. My purpose is very simple, Your Excellency, I am here just to see you."

"My good friend, the astrologer Orrican, who is famous in the Milky Way and is now staying in the territory of your empire called the Pacific Star Territory, used his extraordinary skills to divine to this day six centuries ago, or in other words, divination. It’s about you.”

Trazin couldn't help but sigh. At this moment, how he wished that the communication link and rune messages had the authority to communicate with God, so that he didn't have to rack his brains to sort out the words.

"What's the explanation?" the person outside the cage asked.

His guest, who stood behind the gleaming iron bars, did not answer his words, but stared in silence.

"Okay, but don't you have to explain? Explain, Endless One."

"It mercilessly disrupted my plan with a group of idiots who came out of nowhere, and made the meeting between us a bit strange. However, I believe the Emperor's Scythes should have explained it to you. The fact that I surrendered voluntarily.”

"Oh! Ah, well, before we begin, sir, do you know me?"

"I started planning our meeting today six hundred human - ah, no - Terran years ago, Your Excellency. I hope you understand that I originally had higher expectations for this conversation. But the galaxy we live in has always been cruel to everyone."

His equipment had been physically active for a little too long, and with the modifications he had made for today, it was obvious that its neural pathways were abnormally active.

After he finished speaking, he paused for a moment, raised his right hand and made a gesture to emphasize his next words.

The undead overlord said so. He was very fluent in Gothic. Not only that, he even spoke in a cadence, with a dramatic tone that he didn't know where to come from.

"He was very excited about it, and knowing his silly, arrogant and vain personality, I think it was because he felt like he was getting a step closer to his craft."

"Of course, Your Excellency, I have to say that he is still a half-baked astrologer. He could accurately predict your return and your visit to this place, but he only missed-"

He paused again, this time for a very long time.

"The Endless?"

"Yes, it's okay, Your Excellency." Trazin said softly, and then magically took out a long pipe from behind the heavy cloak.

"Please accept this gift. It comes from an era older than ancient times. It is a precious treasure. It can burn about 85% of the discovered matter in this galaxy and convert it into A tobacco with different flavors and rich layers. I believe it will definitely bring you some entertainment in your spare time.”

"I dare not accept such a precious gift."

"It's okay, sir," Trazin said, walking to the edge of the glowing cage.

He stretched out his hand and forced the pipe into the judge's hand, even shaking it up and down twice. Those rays of light collided with his hand and crackled, but failed to cause any damage.

"This is my personal gift." Trazin said enthusiastically. "Instead of the defendant trying to clear his name by bribing the judge, believe me, I would never do such a thing, Your Excellency. I am a person who respects the law very much."

The judge stepped back impassively, released his hand, and let the pipe float in the air.

"You can continue," he said. "I'd like to know what you know."

"Of course, of course, your honor. In short, I have no knowledge of the appearance of those strange fools, nor of anything related to them that has happened before, now, and in the future."

"I am here simply to meet you, chat with you, and if possible, take a photo as a souvenir and put it in one of my museum exhibition halls for collection. That's all."

"You have a museum?" the judge asked again.

Trazin laughed.

At this moment, he forgot about Orikan, his current situation, and the purpose of coming here, and instead began to roar in his neural pathways and those complex synaptic networks. An extremely weird emotion. He couldn't understand it for the time being, but his thinking unit quickly solved this problem. They concluded: pride, and a strong desire to talk.

This false desire arises because the identity of the person you confide in is very special, special enough to make the Endless, who don't care much about any visitors, have the urge to invite him to visit his museum.
He immediately began to introduce endlessly, from the precious exhibition hall of the War in Heaven, to the ancient relics from the Necrontyr Era, as well as the exhibition halls of the Orc Empire and the Eldar Empire, as well as some short-lived exhibition halls of other races.

Then he started talking about the human exhibition hall.

His story was so passionate and so focused that he completely ignored some of the emotions hidden in the judge's questioning. And how forgetful he was now that he dared to tell such a thing in front of the judge.

If Trazin had been conscious, he would have sensed them and taken immediate action, but he was now carried away.

Long before he experienced physical transformation, he was a very stubborn person. After being subjected to this eternal torture, his stubbornness has turned into an indescribable and terrifying paranoia.

He collects the history of other races and builds museums, but does not welcome anyone - even his own race - to visit, simply because he does not think they can appreciate and respect these exhibits as much as he does. .

And now, he felt like he had found the one.

He was wrong, but not entirely wrong.

A hand stretched out from outside the cage, grabbed one of his ribs, and then dragged him out of the cage forcefully, throwing him to the ground quite roughly.

Trazin didn't feel any pain, but this rudeness and the contempt contained in it made him very hurt and shouted: "Why is this, Your Excellency!"

"Who did you just say you arrested?"

asked his judge, the expression on that pale face gradually changing, like his identity. He is changing from judge to jury, lawyer and executioner - the last of which is probably the most prominent.

Trazin woke up with a start and immediately realized what he had just said, but he quickly calmed down and laughed again.

"La Endymion," he said with dignity and pride. "If you don't mind, Your Excellency, I would also like to tell you where I took him away from, okay?"

"Say what you say." The executioner said coldly in a judge's tone.

"Well, this goes back to the 32nd millennium of your chronology. I met this tribune near your Galaxy Fortress defense project that had not been completed at that time. I wanted to say hello to him and then evacuate. ”

"After all, I don't really want to have anything to do with these, uh, His spies. But, what a coincidence, a Chaos invasion happened to break out at that time."

"So, I stayed for the time being and planned to see if I could add some decent collections to my demon gallery. But I must say that the tribune La Endymion and his The military had all my attention."

"They fought with their bodies against an enemy that was several times, dozens or even hundreds of times their size. They suffered countless casualties and ran out of ammunition and food, yet they did not even choose to retreat. Out of a humanitarian spirit, I found an opportunity to take them away. , of course, I think my actions actually saved their lives."

"How many people?" The judge stood up and asked in a slightly slower tone.

"Two hundred and twenty-two people," Trazin said seriously. "The last legacy of an entire fortress world, mortals, Astartes, Custodes - and the corpses of demons around them, the soil soaked with blood."

He stood up, patted his cloak as if nothing happened amidst the scoldings of the Emperor's Scythes who came over, and threw aside his completely disguised self-esteem frustration.

"So, Your Excellency, are you interested in coming and taking a look for yourself? I assure you, it is definitely a tragic and tearful ending that is completely worthy of their heroic ending."

"Give them back."

"Okay, when?" Trazin said simply and neatly.

"We'll talk later," Khalil told him calmly.

He turned around and left. The Endless One sighed, shrugged helplessly at the Emperor's Scythes around him, and followed him in stride.

Of course, he would not take this as proof that he had passed the test, so he still did not stop his narrative.

"I scanned those people, Your Excellency."

"What conclusion did you draw?"

"I think it has something to do with an old scientific theory."

Trazin said thoughtfully, his cloak flowing up and down as he walked, and two Emperor's Scythes approached him one on the left and one on the right, surrounding him. He still didn't show any emotion about it, but seemed more peaceful.

"Unfortunately, I have no evidence to prove that there is really a connection between them. However, I don't think anyone can really complete this theory before us. The initiator must have used some kind of trick."

"This is really disgusting. Scientific progress allows for whims, and even crazy people can find a place in it. However, such opportunistic and fake things make me feel extremely sad."

"So?" Khalil turned around and asked.

"So, I can help," Trazin said, her tone suddenly becoming fanatical. "I will definitely help you find out the mastermind behind this, and then peel off his skin in the name of scientific progress and truth."

"So, what do you want?"

"A meeting."

"how is it like?"

"I will arrange the meeting place, and I will decide the length of time, security measures, and pick-up and drop-off methods. How about it, Your Excellency?"

"can."

Under the indescribable gazes of the Emperor's Scythes, Khalil nodded unusually calmly.

The white light of the space station was extremely cold, and the blood on the ground was being cleaned up by the servitors. The drop bay and Thunderhawk have undergone the last maintenance before flight, and Sosa's ground conditions have been entered into the navigation procedures one by one.
At the end of their path, a group of still alive Astartes, calling themselves the Night Lords, were waiting covered in wounds.

The leader calls himself Jando Skelevok, the Tattooed Earl.

(End of this chapter)