Traveling through the Warhammer world, but I didn’t cry

If there were still normal cats in this universe, the scene at this moment could only be described by the way the cats were frightened and their fur stood on end.

The silent Trazin suddenly jumped up. Lin Fan had never known that this Necrontyr overlord could jump so high.

Trazin's hands moved toward his back and found an insignificant scratch. Just when Lin Fan was about to apologize to Trazin, Trazin started crying.

"No! No! I haven't completed the collection list yet! I haven't saved all the historical moments!" Trazin panicked. He knelt on the ground and cursed why his luck was so bad.

"That... old tower..." Lin Fan shouted, trying to explain that the scratches on his back were not caused by the skinner.

But Trazin didn't give Lin Fan a chance to explain. He suddenly became excited and shouted louder than Lin Fan's voice. He ran up to Lin Fan and grabbed his hands tightly with both hands.

"I'm hopeless. I'm about to be infected by the flesh-and-blood madness of the Skinner. Until then, I can only entrust the museum to you."

Lin Fan still wanted to say something, but when he saw the way Trazin was explaining his funeral, he became interested. Even though he was interested in teasing Trazin, he was also extremely curious about his museum.

Thinking of this, Lin Fan's expression became solemn, and he fully utilized the acting skills that Slaanesh taught him. Even Ifreni could not find a single thorn in the sadness on her face.

"Old Ta, tell me. I'm here." After saying that, Lin Fan squeezed Trazin's hand tightly and gave him a sense of endless support.

Trazin felt that his body was out of control. He trembled and lay down slowly. Lin Fan also cooperated and held Trazin in his arms.

"I. I feel like I have no time! This is the star map location of the museum. This is the dimensional release code of the dimensional collection space. This is the curator's key. I hope you will protect my museum and don't let historical artifacts be destroyed. In the flames of war.”

"Can I pick out the weapons and legions and stuff? I want to join the army."

"How dare you!" Upon hearing this, Trazin's originally erratic eyes suddenly lit up. He pushed himself up and strangled Lin Fan's throat with his hands. "You are just the custodian! You can't destroy me. Collection!”

"Anyway, after you send it, you can't control me." Lin Fan laughed so hard that Trazin's vision trembled and blurred with anger.

He sighed, put his hand down from Lin Fan's throat, lay flat on the ground and looked resigned, lamenting in his heart that he couldn't let Bai Huan see his collection.

The next moment, his logic system was wildly devoured by the skinned flesh and blood, and the precious memories he had left behind were gradually replaced by a deep desire for blood and flesh.

Trazin had no way to call for help, no way to self-destruct, and could only watch as she fell into the abyss of flesh and blood.

"Stop lying down, I'm joking with you. I made the scratches on your back, not the skinner. What can happen to you?"

These words exerted magical power. The originally incurable skinner pollution receded, and Trazin's memory fragments filled with flesh and blood returned to his logical core.

Trazin's dim eyes lit up, and he felt that he had regained control of his body again. He was very excited when he saw Lin Fan. He put his arms around Lin Fan's shoulders, "What did you just say?"

"Huh?" Lin Fan was a little strange and repeated what he just said.

Trazin looked at Lin Fan's nails. In the gaps between the nails, there were also remains of the body of the skinned person. Trazin was infected by these things just now.

"Put your hands out!"

Lin Fan obediently stretched out his hand. Trazin pinched Lin Fan's hand and made a cut on the back of his hand. As he observed, the metal dregs from the skinner's body had merged with his body, but No infections were spread.

What a magical power of subjectivity. His subjective consciousness saved his life just now.

"Can you say this? Say: The Necrontyr are not tainted by the Flayed One virus?"

"Ah?" Lin Fan looked at Trazin, "Are you stupid? Isn't that disease incurable? How can you not be contaminated?"

Looking at Lin Fan's doubtful look, Trazin knew that his heart still affected by the story had not changed. It was just good luck, Lin Fan didn't notice the metal slag from the skinner in the cracks of his nails.

If Trazin was really attacked by the Skinner, even if he was lucky enough to stay sane, Lin Fan's subconscious would force him into a desperate situation.

But if he could be guided to think in the opposite direction, it might be possible to free the Skinner's infection from the Necrontyr, and even eliminate the nihilistic self-destructive tendencies.

Trazin thought of this, and decided to test it with a small experiment first.

"Did you see this? A magical, ancient relic." Trazin took out a square instrument made of twenty-six black stones, like a Rubik's Cube. Trazin squeezed the square with his hand, and the square unfolded. Each piece was suspended in the air. There was a shining sphere in the center, and the green light shone on Lin Fan's face.

"This thing can allow the Necrontyr to regain their souls."

"Really? Then why don't you use it all the time? This is an ancient holy relic? Doesn't it require some conditions to be activated?"

Looking at Lin Fan's eyes, Trazin knew that he needed to guide Lin Fan to think in this direction. He had to find a reasonable enough excuse so that the rotten stone in his hand could become the key to saving the Necrontyr.

"Yes, he needs something to start."

"A magical relic that can bring back the souls of the Necrontyr? Or was it created by the ancient saint? Tsk, tsk, tsk. What kind of thing does it need to be used to activate it?"

"I'm also very curious about this question. Do you know what it could be?" Trazin tried to guide Lin Fan to think about the Star God fragments. They have plenty of this stuff, and in terms of energy level, it can already be used by the entire real universe. Maximum energy.

As long as Lin Fan thought about the corners of the Star God fragment and thought from the bottom of his heart that it was feasible, then this piece of rotten stone could really reshape the soul of the Necrontyr.

But unfortunately, Lin Fan is an honest person, and he will not rush to explain things he doesn't understand.

"To be honest, this thing is not within the scope of my knowledge, and I can't explain it to you."

"Oh." Trazin was a little disappointed. He put away the gaudy-looking piece of rotten stone and brushed the dust off his body with his hands. "Don't worry, we have been waiting for this opportunity for thousands of years, and we will never get it." Urgent. Do you still remember that you need to do me three favors?”

During the expedition, the Wild Wolves were a military police force with ruthless attacks. Now the Wild Wolves are more humane.