Warhammer: This Galen's Heart of Steel

Chapter 81: The King of Figures

The Primarch piloted the ship into the entrance of the Blackstone Fortress like a giant blue whale swallowing an inconspicuous tiny mayfly creature.

The dim green light of the alarm light shone through the glass onto his face, flickering. The thick darkness wrapped around the bow of the ship like a curtain and spread toward the stern.

The darkness of the abyss gradually spread, and the ship driven by the Primarch seemed to fall into the dark abyss. The depressing feeling brought about by this feeling of weightlessness was enough to drive an ordinary mortal crazy.

The first person the Primarch thought of was Lux. Although this young girl had already experienced the misfortune of having her family broken up and loved ones killed, she was still very strong inside.

But as her last relative, the Primarch was subconsciously worried that the little girl would feel afraid. He reached out to hold the little hand of his sister who was crawling on his shoulder, but he felt nothing but empty air.

The heart in his chest suddenly contracted, and the Primarch turned his head sharply to look at the place where Lux was originally, but it was empty. The kind and shining little angel was nowhere to be found.

“Lacus——!”

He yelled in panic and looked around. Although he was surrounded by darkness, the Primarch's terrifying eyesight could still recognize objects in the dark. He clearly saw the constant distortion of the ship's environment and that reality was being modified by an unknown strange force.

Quickly calming down, the Primarch stretched out a finger to touch the ever-changing hulls, but was struck back by a tiny green lightning, leaving a burnt mark on the end of his finger.

The next moment, the distorted reality completely stabilized, the narrow space of the ship was infinitely enlarged, and an extremely vast abyss world appeared before the eyes.

In front of him was a black platform like a pyramid. Lamp sticks burning with green flames spread from the feet to the throne at the top. A pair of eyes burning with dark green flames jumped in the darkness.

In the dark abysses on both sides, there are strange transparent containers, miniature scenes like snowflake music boxes, and each container has a different and unique setting.

Like a beautiful gift box of figurines.

The Primarch saw many interesting things, such as a green-skinned Ork painted purple; one warrior of each Eldar tribe, neatly arranged by color; a pair of shoulder armor from all the Space Marine Legions; and a strand of golden hair, exuding the breath of the Emperor.

Now, the Primarch knew who owned the pair of eyes on the platform.

He is the King of Figures - Trazyn!

This is a Undead overlord with a very "necromancy" style. Other overlords are either sleepy or have killing on their minds, but Trazyn is keen on using the Undead's high technology to collect things that interest him in the entire galaxy.

He is one of the few entities in the entire 40K universe (and perhaps other universes) who can compete with the Blood Ravens Chapter of the Space Marines for the title of Thief of Thieves.

But now it's Warhammer 30K, and this guy is a well-known thief in the universe who is hated by everyone.

How much Trazyn is hated by the forces in the universe.

He often takes over the bodies of other Necrons to do the dirty work.

This irritated his enemies, because they always had to work hard to bring down the guy who looked like Trazyn, only to find that he was a double.

The real Trazyn - more likely the second substitute - was making a feint to the east and launching a surprise attack somewhere nearby, trying to extend his evil little iron hand to those things that did not yet belong to him.

The Primarch's eyes met those on the throne, who now had his hands on his chin, not caring at all that the Primarch was wasting time groping around.

The Primarch could actually see a sense of relish in the green light.

Oh no! It's coming for me, it's coveting my body!
"It's very expensive to keep me overnight, Trazyn."

The Primarch stood there with his arms folded across his chest, his face extremely serious.

The undead on the opposite side finally made some movement. It touched its chin with interest and stared at Garen as if it was appraising a treasure.

"Hello, I'm the Primarch Galen Crownguard from Demacia. You can try to ask me if I can afford the price."

As a Necron Overlord with spies throughout the galaxy, Trazyn knows many secrets of various races.

The reason why Trazyn noticed Garen was not only because he was one of the Emperor's twenty-one fine figurines, but also because the scent left by his contact with [The Enlightened] Xerath was one of the reasons why Trazyn noticed Garen.

Trazyn watched the entire Battle of the Wheel of Fire in secret. Garen's abnormal physical recovery ability and the sword that destroyed the battle moon aroused Trazyn's interest.

He had never seen a physical creature with such strong recovery ability. Even the "Eternal" Vorkan on Nocturne did not have such strong recovery ability as Garen.

The Fire Dragon Lord Vorkan inherited the abilities of the Emperor's Eternals. He cannot die, and even if he is fatally wounded, he will return after a period of time.

Galen is different, he is not immortal, he only has the ability to recover physically, and a fatal injury that exceeds his maximum health can kill the Primarch forever.

Unless, buy some resurrection armor.
"You want to collect me?"

Garen narrowed his eyes, a dangerous light flashing in his pupils. He had to fight to know whether he could defeat this Undead Overlord.

"correct answer."

Trazyn pointed and a metal throne rose up, slowly dragging the Primarch's tall body and bringing him to a position level with Trazyn.

He casually snapped his fingers, and a cup suddenly appeared out of thin air in front of the Primarch. The Primarch lowered his head.

It was Amaseica, a popular alcoholic beverage in the Empire distilled from wine, ranging from crude wines that were barely firebombable to aged vintages enjoyed only by the Emperor.

The Primarch took a sip and found it delicious.

"but not now."

Trazyn is not stupid. If he forcibly collects Garen now, there will be only two outcomes.

The first result: The Primarch used his powerful force to beat him up severely, and the King of Figures finally became a figure, just like Xerath, who he now collects as a pet.

The second outcome: The Primarch couldn't defeat him, and then the Emperor came and beat him up severely, and finally took him away like a bandit without even giving up a piece of land.

Neither outcome was pleasant, and neither was what Trazyn wanted.

Besides, the current Primarchs are far from reaching their highest collection value.

However, when Galen grows to a late stage and becomes the overlord of the universe, he will no longer be able to worry about it.

Although Tarazin is the overlord of the Solemnas Dynasty, and his dynasty is not a bit wealthy, Tarazin is still positioned as a "powerful figure" among the undead.

Yes, they are not the “top guys”, their real master is the King of Silence.

Therefore, Trazyn was not sure whether he could defeat this powerful Primarch.

Trazyn wondered if there was something wrong with the Emperor's brain. Why would twenty-one Primarchs create such a super-model thing alone?

And his sister, who was a mini-emperor, Trazyn suspected that it was the Emperor's secret handiwork. Fortunately, the Necrons abandoned their souls in the lies of the Star God. In the long and deep history, they only existed meaninglessly, abandoning death and being abandoned by life.

He had endless time and could wait patiently for the day when Garen died.

Galen is not immortal like the Emperor. Although his lifespan is very long, there will always be a moment when his lifespan runs out.

Trazyn settled for the next best thing and wanted to put Garen at that time into a stasis field for collection.

"After you die, can you sell your body to me? I can pay the price in advance now."

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"No, when I die, I will have my body thrown into the sun."

Garen refused verbally. He didn't want to have no peace even after his death. He didn't want to be held in the hands of a strange pervert and looked at every day. The thought of that feeling made him sick.

"What a waste."

Trazyn didn't want to give up such a great collection, so he continued to offer prices to tempt the Primarch.

“When you die, you’ll have nothing left. It’s better to use your last value to exchange for the blessings you had during your lifetime.

You want Blackstone Fortress, right? I have the knowledge of corruption to control Blackstone Fortress. Xerath is a complete fool who is obsessed with mechanical ascension. You'd better ask me for it than him."

Galen glanced at it casually, and Trazyn pulled out a huge book from under the throne that was almost as tall as him.

"This is the catalog. I have placed the detailed knowledge in a separate library. As long as you ask, I will send it to Demacia immediately."

Garen was a little moved and his eyelids twitched, but he quickly returned to normal and spoke slowly.

"not enough."

You want my body for such a small sum? You're just treating me like a beggar!
"I will protect you from other Necrons. Equip your troops with Necron weapons. The dynasties will soon notice you. Then find Xerath. They are not as easy to talk to as I am. Those guys hate Xerath to the core."

The mechanical ascension technology was created by Xerath, and the star god who provided the original knowledge has received the revenge he deserved and was shattered into pieces by the Necrons.

Another guy who should be punished, Xerath is still out there having fun.

Until now, a considerable number of Necrons are still trying to retrieve their souls.

Another part of Trazyn knew that the long years had worn away their rationality, and it was difficult to determine whether they were still the same as they once were.

"That's what you should do. If you don't do this, you won't get my body."

Trazyn stared at this shameless and greedy guy. How dare you ask for such a high price for a dead body!
"Not enough, not enough. It's you who wanted my body, not me asking you to trade it. I can squeeze Xerath to get the knowledge of Blackstone Fortress, and the rest I can make up with time."

The Primarch stood up, and after realizing that Trazyn now needed his help and could not do anything to him, he spoke righteously.

"Shameless, shameless! As shameless as the emperor, greedy and greedy, all for what they want!
You have a strong smell of C'tan. Do you think the Necrons like C'tan very much? Just this fact alone greatly reduces your worth."

Trazyn slapped the armrest of the throne in anger.

"I want the Tombstone Gate, the Obelisk, and the Inertia-Free Engine."

The Primarch blah blah, listing off a whole host of the Necrons' top technologies, all of which he was extremely envious of.

"Bandit, you are a bandit! Don't you even consider whether you are worth the price? Tombstone Gate, Obelisk, even if you sell your living self to me, it is not worth the price!"

"That's because you haven't discovered my intrinsic value. If you really understood my magic, you wouldn't think so. My valuation is definitely good."

Garen argued that he had a series of magical equipment in his body, such as the Heart Steel, Burning Sky and Endless Hatred, so he was more than enough to exchange for the Tombstone Gate's skills!
After a fierce argument and bargaining, both sides finally took a step back. Trazyn provided Galen with a clue about an ancient ruin, which was a relic left over from the War in Heaven. Trazyn didn't know what valuable things were buried inside.

It is equivalent to a blind box. What good things can be opened depends on Garen's luck. At the same time, he will help to contain other Necron dynasties and make it difficult for them to notice the Necron technology used by the Fearless Vanguard.

Finally, Galen was allowed to enter his treasure house and pick an item.

The price the Primarch had to pay was to donate his body to Trazyn as a collection at the last moment of his death, and to be forever trapped in a stasis field.

Both parties were satisfied with the deal.

Especially Garen, his mouth was almost crooked from laughing.

He really wanted to pinch the Toy King's head and whisper in his ear: "Do you think I will keep my promise?"

When your equipment is fully developed, even Chaos will be overthrown by you. So how can a small figure king have the turn to bargain here?

The Primarch followed Trazyn slowly, strolling in the long corridor, preparing to grab some treasures from the treasure house of the King of Figures.

During the chat just now, the man and the undead became familiar with each other and chatted about all sorts of things.

"Don't mess around with the Emperor. That guy has no good intentions."

Trazyn said with a gossipy tone.

"What do you mean? Do you know some little secrets of the Emperor?"

Garen blinked. He was very interested in the Emperor's private little secret.

"Oh, it's not really a secret, just some speculation about the Emperor. You are part of the Emperor's plan, so you can help me with some advice."

The origin, image and positioning of the Emperor, from the God of Vengeance Mara summoned by the ancient shaman; to the Son of God who awakened after the first murder of mankind; from the cold-blooded Lord of Mankind; to the autistic old father with a fear of science and technology and society.

As the biggest mixture of Jack Sue and Mary Sue in human history, the image of the Emperor has never had a standard positioning.

With the Emperor, only one thing is certain.

That is, he will try his best and burn everything to ensure the continuation of the "human" race.

He is an extremist like Moustache, loyal to his own race, but when facing alien races, he is the most terrifying massacrer, a war guy.

In order to restore the glory of mankind, we continue to launch great Waaagh into the Milky Way!

The Emperor created twenty-one good boys, let's make them WAAAAGH!

(End of this chapter)