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

The overlord's head was chopped off by Trazin, and the other two cuts were done by the coffin guards, cutting the torso into four pieces horizontally and vertically.

Trazin looked at the overlord's body that had lost its energy, sighed deeply, and asked with emotion behind his back.

"You say, even if we have souls and bodies, can the Necrontyr really be resurrected? The Star God Skinner Landugal has been dead for so long, and his curse is still lingering on our collapsed glory. If we With a soul and a body restored, will those weird cancers that plague our race come back?"

Trazin's heart became heavier as he watched the Overlord's body being crushed into free molecules.

"Not to mention these. The conflicts between small dynasties and big dynasties. The conflicts between nobles and common people."

These questions immediately brought Trazin's mind back to before the War in Heaven, where he obtained ancient secrets from countless history books and ancient artworks.

Before the War in Heaven, their glorious and glorious dynasty also had a terrible war of division. Although Trazin did not find out the reason for the outbreak of this war, he could make a rough guess.

After all, many things are similar between civilizations.

Just like the Human Federation was unable to maintain absolute rule over the entire galaxy and decentralized power downwards, the Necrontyr's god-like technology still had its limits, and it was simply much larger than the Human Federation in scale.

Countless dynasties obey the orders of the Silent King and the Council of Three Saints, and they themselves have relatively independent military, political, and cultural rights.

If not for the War in Heaven and their attack on the Old Ones, perhaps the next step for the Necrontyr would be civil war. Big dynasties swallowed up small dynasties, and big nobles swallowed up small nobles.

The awakening of the Storm King has proven this. Despite the loss of their souls, the Necrontyr nobles still retain their former state, they will fight for power, and they will sacrifice others to achieve their own goals.

What about yourself? It seems that he is not qualified to stand on the moral high ground and give advice. In order to dig out more secret treasures of the dynasty and record precious historical moments, he watched helplessly as a sleeping dynasty was destroyed in the doomsday explosion of the sun.

Think of what Solemnas looked like before it sank deep into the ground. The Royal Pyramid is the most magnificent building on the entire planet. A circle of ecological gardens and a crystal-clear moat surround the royal area.

The tombs of the ancestors stand side by side on the ground. When the sun pierces the sky, the first ray of light will shine on the top of the royal pyramid, and then on these huge tombs.

But how long can this beauty last? A wide isolation belt was built across the areas built by nobles and servants serving the nobles.

Groups of soldiers patrolled the isolation belts without shelters and decorations, but the isolation belts themselves were made of fine materials, and giant patterns were pieced together with precious gems.

So what exactly is the isolation zone isolating?

Trazin once laughed at the extravagance and lust of the human nobles, and their crazy oppression and contempt for their fellow humans.

But considering their race, they don't seem qualified to laugh at humans. Fifty steps to laugh at a hundred steps? Or laugh at fifty steps?

Trazin was unwilling to think carefully about this kind of problem, which would only make his core unstable and only allow the thoughts of destruction of nothingness to breed.

The light crossed the isolation zone and blurred the areas where nobles and civilians lived, but the footsteps of those neat and orderly soldiers once again clarified the gap between civilians and nobles.

Those relatively low buildings looked so crude and rough. No frills, no superfluous designs. Just like the short life of civilians tortured by cancer, they only need to squeeze out the most value and then rush to death.

Is this to blame for the ruthless cruelty of the nobles? Are the nobles to blame for treating the common people as a bunch of firewood and hay?

There are also medical drones floating in civilian neighborhoods, ensuring that all people receive timely treatment.

But what’s the point of this treatment? This curse-like cancer afflicts everyone, and nobles and commoners will eventually die of the cancer.

If you are lucky, you will suffer less torture. Instead of people who are good at singing get throat cancer, people with bright eyes get eye cancer.

In the monotonous and crowded civilian area, heartbreaking coughs could be heard from time to time, followed by dying groans. Trazin also visited civilian areas several times. He couldn't stand the smell of death that came from time to time in the air.

Although the palace he lived in was also designed like a mausoleum, when he lived there, he would only feel that he was bathing in the warm sunshine with his glorious ancestors.

The smell of death here is so hopeless and helpless. The undertones of despair, death, and fear possessed by the entire Necrontyr civilization are vividly displayed in the civilian areas of each dynasty.

Trazin's dynasty is at least a bit more prestigious, and Solemnath's style is famous for its luxury and decoration. The houses that civilians live in are all the same, at least they are not frugal in terms of materials.

In other dynasties, even if their residents have gone through various educations, they already know how to extinguish the heart of a star. But their houses are still made of bricks shaped from mud.

Perhaps for these short-lived people who cannot be remembered, permanent buildings have little meaning.

The entire race was tortured to madness by the disease, and even surpassed the Eldar and humans in terms of civilization. Their collapse is based on enjoying happiness, while the collapse of the Necrophobes is based on their deep helplessness towards death.

Before the war, form an army. In name, they said they would select the strongest among the strong, but in reality, half of them were randomly selected to join the army, and the remaining half were executed.

They have families and complete social relationships. However, they did not show any fear when faced with the ritual blades and execution weapons.

As a race that may get cancer and be tortured to death tomorrow, it is also a blessing to die in a commendable selection ceremony today.

The more Trazin thought about it, the sadder he became. He longed to return to his body, but was also afraid that the body would hinder his actions.

He longed to feel the earth with his bare feet, and was afraid that the cancer that followed him would turn him into a dying disabled person.

"Before the sand has even fallen on the graves of today's dead, the gaps in civilization have been filled by new people. Individuals are worthless, and we are not even as good as the Krieg Legion."

I support Horus, Fulgrim, Perturabo, Alpharius. Massacre on Istvan V