Chapter 546 Borrowing and Repaying

"You saved my life just now, so I have helped you. Now I have a second request. You have to help me find the energy core to activate this holy relic."

"Okay, I will look for it carefully."

Lin Fan responded, and then asked about the situation here in Trazyn, why so many skinners suddenly appeared.

Trazyn was also very curious about this. Although the behavior of this small dynasty was like treason, no dynasty wanted to take in skinners, a source of pollution.

Although some dynasties would summon some skinners to serve as mercenaries, they would not have close contact with skinners. Even after a battle, they would clean up skinners who were wandering around the battlefield and looking for fresh meat.

The palace of this dynasty was opened by Trazyn, and everyone walked in the palace that had been built 60 million years ago.

Compared with the clean and tidy Solemnas in Trazyn, which was always cleaned by scarabs and human servants, the situation here was no different from ruins.

If an expedition team of the Mechanicus came here, they would also sigh and feel that someone had gotten there first.

The largest hall was empty, with only a throne made of black stone standing out. In the dark corner farther away, there were some damaged undead.

Around the throne were piles of brittle silk, dull coins, and portraits whose paintings were no longer clear.

These rags were piled up around the throne, not neatly stacked. On the throne sat a necromancer, the noble who had just communicated with Trazyn.

The overlord showed no emotion to the intruder, and just sat calmly on the throne, watching Trazyn walk around the throne.

When Trazyn used his scepter to sweep away the debris piled around the throne, his dark green eyes twitched slightly.

"Tell me, what on earth are you doing, little noble? Rebellion is fine, but you're also raising a group of skinners? Didn't you receive the latest Dynasty Awakening Decree? If you're willing to talk, I can still say a few good words for you in the Dynasty Court."

"Bullshit Awakening Decree. Bullshit Silent King."

This remark made Trazyn even more dissatisfied. This was not the beginning of a good exchange. He did like to chat and reason, but if you were shameless, Trazyn would not recommend showing his cruel side.

"In my collection, there are good things produced by Gomor, which can make us soulless guys feel extreme pain. Do you want to try it?"

Tarazyn's scepter stretched out contemptuously, and locked the neck of the overlord on the throne with the gap in the middle of the long blade.

"Haha." The Overlord laughed lightly, his posture and tone were full of contempt and dissatisfaction. He stared at Taraxin's face and roared, "You shitty nobles! You have brought me so much pain! Do you think I am still afraid of the things made by those childish ghosts? We were not prepared at all when we were sleeping, and no one came to help us. Our stasis tomb failed 20 million years ago."

"You can seek help from other great dynasties."

"Help? Help a fart! Nothing is produced here! The resources here have been sucked dry by you shitty nobles of the great dynasties! For the sake of face, you built huge palaces in the interior of the stars and in the cracks of various spaces. Have you ever thought about the struggles of our dynasties?"

The Overlord became more and more excited, and then turned into a sigh. He raised his hand and pointed to the hall, perhaps in the direction of the more distant square.

"I still remember. I still remember this place. What a good place it was. Before we went into this cold and dark cave, I could still take my children to stroll in the garden on the surface. Others could also breathe in that beautiful and exquisite garden, feel the warmth of the sun, and the coolness of the spring flowing under their feet."

Taraxin did not interrupt the overlord's words. He just looked at the overlord indifferently, waiting for the time when the overlord who was trapped in memory errors collapsed.

"Many people like to raise Ulopi. I can see my butler and my servants. They are sitting around the long table with me to celebrate the arrival of a festival. This morning, I used a molecular cleaning instrument to cut off the newly grown cancerous tissue. I...I."

The overlord's words became less and less logical, and his voice began to distort. His perception array was connected to this tomb. He could feel the existence of all the citizens of this dynasty. His subjects were like numbers, loyally and perfectly guarding the array, waiting for the overlord's call.

The overlord greeted his subjects.

Without any response, the cold numbers flashed.

The Overlord expressed his blessing to his subjects.

Without any response, the cold numbers flashed.

The Overlord told his subjects the story of his life.

Without any response, the cold numbers flashed.

The Overlord's mechanical thinking was surrounded by cold data, which were waiting for the Overlord's orders. The Overlord thought about it and asked them to stretch out their left hands, and the survivors of the entire dynasty stretched out their left hands. The Overlord thought about it again and asked their original bodies to jump up, and the survivors of the entire dynasty jumped up again.

The more uniform they were, the more sorrow and despair the Overlord felt. In this completely collapsed black stone tomb, he was the only one with a relatively complete mind.

The Overlord drifted farther and farther in the data. He remembered that those numbers were a group of newborn babies, and now they have become a group of hunched metal skeletons.

He remembered that those numbers meant a group of skilled workers, but now they had lost all their talents and could only wait for his orders in a dull and rigid manner.

A few desperate laughs echoed in the data, and the Overlord's spirit had collapsed. At the moment when his mind was on the verge of destruction, he suddenly raised his head and stared at Trazyn's body, which was luxurious enough to buy his entire dynasty, and spoke word by word, especially clearly.

These words were like a curse, containing unimaginable resentment. These syllables were deeply engraved in Trazyn's data core and made him feel uneasy.

"If we are your firewood no matter what form we take, then at least let us burn your arrogant and complacent extravagant throne."

The next moment, the Overlord's data completely collapsed. The irreversible tendency of nihilistic destruction and the hunger for flesh and blood appeared on him at the same time. He ignored the fact that his throat was locked by Trazyn and rushed forward directly.

Speyer in the Gothic Fleet was indeed far from the truth. If there was such a person in the Great Rebellion, how could Terra still defend Kun?