The Emperor’s Angel of Death

Chapter 2709: The Endless and the Unbound (Middle)

“Speaking of guessing, it’s not hard to guess. The Flayers have been surrounding her, even willing to listen to her commands in some ways. You can probably guess that what she has is related to the Flayer curse. I don’t know much about the history of the Necrons, but Aida knows more. The Flayers were completely destroyed by Mephrit back then, but if they were completely destroyed, why would the Flayer curse appear? Spending a long time with Sojurn has given me a deeper understanding of the Star Gods, so I guess the Flayers weren't really destroyed, just broken into even smaller pieces. But no matter how small, whether atoms or protons, the Star Gods will always instinctively reunite. And what's worse is that the Flayers are so fragmented that even imprisonment is impossible. Szarekh knows this too.”

Oscar, with a cigar between his fingers, paced back and forth like a detective, occasionally stopping to look at Lana, as if to gauge her reaction.

“So, we can make a hypothesis. From Szarekh’s perspective, how do you limit a Star God that cannot be imprisoned and is fragmented beyond repair? There aren’t many options, but Star God fragments all have one thing in common: the largest fragment will instinctively attract and collect other smaller fragments. So, if you choose the largest fragment, but instead of imprisoning it, you keep it active and attractive to smaller fragments, preventing them from coalescing, and then place it under supervision, wouldn't that be a relatively perfect solution?”

Trazyn stroked his chin, nodding as if deep in thought.

“Seems like a good idea indeed.”

“What do you think, Ms. Lana?”

Lana didn't answer, remaining silent.

“So, following this guess, we can probably come to a conclusion. The first victim of the Flayer curse was created by Szarekh himself or under his orders. After creating it, Szarekh used some kind of technology to 'seal' or 'transform' it, turning it into a non-living, non-dead active state, thereby limiting the reassembly of that terrible Star God, Llandu'gor's, micro-fragments. Originally, the Flayers should devour each other, fight each other until a strongest one emerges, but they didn't. They are actually, I guess, attracted to a certain place, but unable to become one, they can only exist like zombies until they are completely annihilated, and the curse particles on their bodies find the next victim. But even so, tsk, the problem is not completely solved, because they cannot reunite, the Flayer curse will continue to spread, and the place responsible for preserving this 'limiter' will inevitably gather a large number of Flayers. The dynasty will inevitably be infected. In principle, Mephrit should carry out this task, but Szarekh certainly wouldn't want to part with his right-hand man, so he very likely...”

Halfway through speaking, Occam reached out to Trazyn, shaking his palm.

“Don’t get me wrong, I’m not slandering your Silent King, just guessing. He probably packaged this 'limiter' into something and sent it to the Orosk Dynasty, wanting them to be the scapegoat. But maybe due to technical oversights or other accidents, this dynasty quickly fell into the Flayer curse, and a large fragment of the Flayer appeared again. In this case, Szarekh, who hadn't left yet, could only force the dynasty to enter premature slumber and find a way to improve the 'limiter', entrusting it to the nearby Ryza Dynasty before the Necrons collectively went to sleep, requiring them to act as observers and custodians until he came up with a better solution. So, the essence of this thing is actually a fragment of the Flayer, and it is related to the first Flayer who was transformed.”

After Occam finished speaking, he threw the remaining cigar butt on the ground and crushed it.

“So, Szarekh wouldn't want Sojurn to get this thing. The Flayers are nothing, but with the Flayer curse, he might really be terrifying. It’s a coincidence that a remote forge world can connect with Ulanhuda, and then there’s a Genestealer infestation, and this Ms. Lana happened to steal this thing, causing chaos in the Ryza Dynasty, and also causing chaos among the Genestealers, coincidentally attracting Sojurn...”

Facing Occam's pointed words, Trazyn spread his hands.

“Not me, you know I have no interest in such complex grand chess games.”

“But you want this thing, you've been planning for a long time. She was able to steal it, definitely with your indirect help. People in the game often don't realize everything. Coincidence and inevitability are linked. There are always some beings who are very good at this.”

“So.”

Trazyn reached out, pointing to Lana.

“You think she has a problem?”

“Just a pawn crossing the river.”

Trazyn turned his head.

“Princess Lana, which member of the Higher Technician Academic Community sent you to steal this?”

Lana didn't answer.

But Trazyn seemed to have already gotten the answer, looking at Occam.

“Unbound, you seem to have guessed right, but this has no effect on me. Are you going to stop me?”

Occam shrugged.

“Would you stop if I told you to?”

“No.”

“That's it, a nobody like me, an Astartes, how can I have the ability to stop the famous Endless?”

Trazyn chuckled dryly, turning to walk towards Lana, but as soon as he took a step, Occam's slow words made him stop.

“But after you go back, you'll have to rack your brains to find a way to reinforce your museum, think about what kind of welcoming ceremony to use when Sojurn knocks on the door with Skyfire and an entire Eternal Court army. You know, he's a little impulsive sometimes, and if he accidentally sees something, it might cause irreversible damage to your collection. I don't know if you Necrons still have insurance.”

Trazyn slowly turned his head like a puppet.

“Then my old friend, you certainly won't leak this to him, right? Including the location of my museum.”

Occam raised an eyebrow slightly, a smile squeezing out of the corner of his mouth.

“If opening the dimension prison and catching me together is indeed a good way, it will also take Sojurn some time to investigate, after all, the Harlequins just left.”

Hearing this, Trazyn slowly lowered his left hand, which had been quietly behind his back.

“Is this how I treat friends!”

Trazyn suddenly said indignantly:

“Your stereotypical view of me has deeply hurt my heart, Unbound, I must tell you this.”

Occam waved his hand with a smile.

“No, no, I'm just saying if, just take it as a joke. If it makes you feel sad, then I apologize here. Well, it's not early now, Sojurn should be finishing the battle soon, and I have to go back to report, otherwise a bunch of people will appear here soon. If you don't want that thing, I'll take this Ms. Lana away.”