Chapter 542: I Am Bored

Communication was down and only noise came. Lin Fan turned back to look at Efreni and the warriors who had just completed the prophecy. These Eldar had a look of panic about the impending doom.

But this panic is well controlled by their expressions and explains the specific meaning.

They feel the pain of the end of other Eldar.

"We found some news about two missing arks on this planet. However, the news is not pleasant." A battle officer said, and he put his hand on his helmet to slow down the mental impact of the prophecy.

"So what did you see? Could it be that someone on the planet used the Soul Stone as a gem?"

"Speaking like this will only destroy our unity. But this is not the spiritual touch brought by the soul stone." Ifreni bit her lips, looking very tangled, "This is the feeling that comes from the flesh and blood of the Eldar. "It's like our compatriot has been cut open by something, and his claws are covered with internal organs and blood. The dripping blood is tempting us to rush towards the trap."

"What you said is too specific." Lin Fan shook his head, and then he saw that the Hovins 4 star was wrapped in a black curtain. Above the mineral-rich hemisphere, the curtain was shining with some green light. , like the violent thunder that occasionally flashes in a storm.

With this change, Lin Fan could only think about the Necrons. Maybe there was a tomb of the Necrons on this planet.

"Haha!" Lin Fan laughed, and Efreni looked at him with a crazy look. Lin Fan took out the disc very gracefully, tapped it twice with his fingers, then put it to his ear, making an expression like there was someone above me.

"Hello? Old Tower, your colleagues are attacking me here. Come and deal with it."

Lin Fan stretched out his hand and signaled to Everene to be calm and the matter would be resolved soon.

The space was suddenly torn open, and a hyperspace portal appeared behind the spirits. Trazin's figure appeared in front of the portal. The light shone on Trazin's figure and created a deep shadow.

The light was so dazzling that Ifreni could only see Trazin's eyes shining with a faint green light. The psychic energy tried to spy on Trazin's body, but was affected by the cold and soulless body, only sending bursts of chills to Efreni's soul.

"I'm here."

These few words were full of the arrogance unique to the Necron Overlord. The Spirit Race is very arrogant. They are arrogant about the identity of the eldest son of the Ancient Saint and the supreme glory of the Ancient Spirit Empire.

But these arrogances were nothing in front of this undead overlord. The arrogance that spread around him completely crushed the pride in the hearts of all the spirit clans.

Your Creator died in our hands!

This warning echoed in the hearts of the Eldar, making it difficult for them to resist Trazin to the point of death. A strong sense of despair gradually climbed up their backs, and blew the wind of death along their ears.

"Yo!" A greeting came, and Lin Fan ran to Trazin's side in two or two steps, and punched his luxurious and strong metal body very familiarly, "Long time no see! What have you been busy with recently?"

Because of this interruption, the atmosphere in the venue changed. Lin Fan's heavy feeling of suffocation was dissipated, and even the soulless shadow surrounding Trazin became much lighter.

Trazin also rubbed his chest and smoothed the dent made by Lin Fan's fist.

"I didn't do anything. I went home and packed up my collection. What happened to you here?" Trazin looked around and found a group of interesting Eldar people. He walked forward slowly and approached Evelei. Ni performed an ancient Eldar ritual.

Ifreni had only seen this kind of etiquette in the Harlequin Troupe. She had not systematically learned such an ancient and complicated etiquette, so her return gesture was not appropriate.

Seeing the embarrassed blush on the face of Ifreni, Trazin also laughed a few times. He liked teasing these decent-looking Eldar people, which helped his physical and mental health.

It's a pity that he didn't come out with some troops, otherwise he could have controlled his men to laugh with him. The scene of a person laughing alone is still too embarrassing.

Trazin also became interested when he learned that there was a dynasty on the planet. He summoned the staff and moved across the space. An illusory screen appeared. Trazin used a channel common to all dynasties to contact the Necrontyr nobles on the planet.

“Ding ding dong dong~ Welcome to call Dynasty Unicom, here are the over-capacity waiters to serve you.”

Trasin awkwardly swiped the famous screen with his hand to turn down the volume, but Lin Fan stopped Trasin's movement, saying that he was curious.

"Actually, we are a very serious race." Trazin tried to save his sense of mystery and majesty in front of the Eldar, but Lin Fan did not accept his tactics.

Necrontyrs, at least those Necrontyr nobles who still have sense. Each and every one of them is a master of all things. This group of people have been idle for a long time. They will do anything to find some fun in life.

For example, the ultimate epic they made, The Battle of Heaven Opera, is a master of this kind of idleness. Although it is a good thing to recreate the past history, there is really no need to include the toilet part in the plot.

But Ifreni and the others don't know this. In all their remaining records, the Necrontyr is powerful and unpredictable, and will destroy the living with cold cruelty.

They are the enemy of all life! He is the instigator of the war to destroy the stars! It is the biggest nightmare that exists in this universe after the enemy of chaos is annihilated.

These words echoed in the minds of the Eldar, constantly reminding them to be vigilant against the ancient enemy. But today, they also learned about the unknown side of the Necrontyr.

The side with the fun of life.

The contrast between the cold soulless and the overly lively voice on the phone made Eveleni feel absurd, and then the uncontrollable sense of ridiculousness pulled at the corners of her mouth.

Eveleni covered her face, but still made a faint puff.

Tarasim was still listening to the long and cheerful ringtone played by the overload waiter. He impatiently pinched the scepter and felt that he should make a complaint to Dynasty Unicom and ask them to adjust this cheerful ringtone to a more epic music.

With a beep, the communication was finally connected. A metal face of the Necrontyr appeared on the illusory screen. Judging from the structure of the facial design, he and Tarasim looked exactly the same.

The two are distinguished by their different designs of ornaments. Judging from the materials and craftsmanship of the noble ornaments, the noble ornaments on Talazyn are far superior to those on this unknown Necrontyr noble.

Perturabo looks like this now.