Forty thousand years later, he became a god in the warp

Chapter 545: Discussing countermeasures and undercurrents

The guard's words made everyone nervous, and Trazyn quickly interrupted the tit-for-tat situation with a smile.

"Hey, old general, are you here because you received an order from the Storm King?"

Zandrick nodded repeatedly and said, "Of course. The Emperor said that there are too many traitors in this place, so he asked me to come and clean up the mess."

Trazyn expressed his understanding, and then his eyes had been searching for the familiar figure since he entered the hall.

"Is it possible, that is, are you sure that it was the Storm King himself who gave the order?"

"Hey!"

The old general let out a strange cry, and everyone looked and roughly guessed what had happened.

It should be that Zandrek accidentally knocked over the teacup while sipping tea, and "accidentally" felt the unwarranted temperature, so that the strong tea spilled all over his mouth.

The tea, which was imagined to be slightly hot, flowed down the cold metal body and fell to the ground under the astonished gazes of the crowd.

The old general was surprised and quickly reached to the side, picked up the railing partition decoration hung in front of him by the guard Obiang and wiped his mouth.

The sound of metal rubbing against metal was quite sharp, but the old general seemed to be hard of hearing and did not feel the sound at all.

Obian sighed suddenly, then pulled the railing open, turned around and left with the plate in his hand.

"Oh, sorry Obiang, I didn't realize it was your wool scarf...ah, where were we?"

Trazyn opened his mouth, thinking that the old general's dementia seemed to be getting worse, which made him more certain of his thoughts.

Ngur and Yingyang looked at each other, and the meaning conveyed in their eyes was very clear. Could this talk therapy really be successful?

Those lords laughed secretly, and the hissing sound made people's ears itchy.

Ngur and Yingyang didn't look at them either. Taraxin seemed to be thinking about something, while Lin Heng was motionless as if he was dead. It was unknown whether he was confident or what...

"Great Overlord General Zandrick, thank you for your hospitality. I, Yingyang, am here on behalf of the Tau people."

"Oh, hello ma'am, what can I do for you?"

"Our people in the Broad Region have already planned to leave this area and not return. All the occupied planets will be returned in full.

Therefore, I would like to ask you to give us more time to transfer our people."

Yingyang couldn't wait to say what she wanted to say. She could see it, let alone the Titanium Clan.

Even if the Eldar and humans were added, they would not be able to fight against such an army.

She had finally made up her mind and chosen one of the few correct options, and there was no way she would let it be destroyed in her own hands.

"Hmm..." Zandrick touched his chin, turned to the etiquette officer sitting beside him and asked:

"How many days can this lady's condition be delayed at most?"

"General, according to Article 1, Section 5 of the Surrender Etiquette Manual, there is no time limit.

However, you can change your thinking. We cannot clean so many planets at the same time.

Therefore, we can put their planets last. If we can transfer them all, that would be the best. If not, we will have done our utmost.”

The old general snapped his fingers, and the "bang" sound made the necks of these flesh and blood bodies itch.

"Yes, yes, this situation is already the greatest leniency for you. What do you think?"

What else could Yingyang say? He nodded and shrank back in his seat.

Engul wanted to take Lin Heng away and go directly on his ship to find the Death Army. It didn't matter whether the area was wide or not.

He was sure that Lin Heng didn't care about this place now, but because of the appearance of the Lion King, he decided to fight it.

"What about you, this royal noble?"

Ngur, who was called, cleared his throat, shrugged and said, "I don't care, you can clean it anytime."

Anyway, all his wealth is now on the ship, and those planets are his targets for plunder. It doesn't matter whether they exist or not.

"What about you, Overlord Trazyn."

Trazyn came to his senses and continued to look for traces of Orikan among the lords, but not surprisingly, the other party did not show up in the hall.

However, he had a hunch that the other party was definitely observing him somewhere...

"Since this is the territory of the Sotek Dynasty, I naturally have no intention of objecting. Just follow the manual."

"Well, good boy, to be honest, you are my favorite among these overlords.

A good guy who loves culture, when will you invite me to visit your exhibition hall? I would really like it. "

"Haha..hahaha..oh..hahaha, sure, sure, of course, as long as you're free."

Trazyn was in a panic, not knowing whether the smiling old general really wanted to visit or was planning to raze it to the ground.

"Your manual seems to mention subrogation challenges."

Before the old general could ask a question, Lin Heng, who had been silent for a long time, brought the atmosphere in the hall to freezing point.

All the lords looked at Lin Heng, at this ignorant human boy.

"Oh, the etiquette officer!"

"According to Article 6, Paragraph 1 of the Noble Race War Manual, when weak races face the attack of the Deathly Haunted Dynasty.

You can choose a powerful general from your tribe to challenge the dynasty soldiers one-on-one in exchange for the right to survive. "

"Ah, this strange-looking nobleman knows aristocratic etiquette very well. If I didn't want to destroy you, I would actually like to talk to you more."

After Zandrek finished speaking, he immediately stood up. He was very happy to hear someone citing scriptures, and immediately announced that the future of Kuoyu would be decided in this way.

All the lords and visitors were shocked. The only two who were not shocked were Lin Heng and Taraxin who told Lin Heng this method.

"It's settled... best of five, everyone come and fight for your own territory, hahahahaha!"

"Best of five? But even with Trazyn, there are only four of us."

"No, no, no, three, three."

Ngur's words made Tarasim nervous, and he quickly interrupted and got out.

But Zandrick laughed loudly, wiped away the non-existent tears, and said with emotion: "Don't worry, there will definitely be five. It's settled."

Trazyn opened his mouth wide, indicating that it was not possible. He wanted to go forward and communicate with Zandrick who was leaving.

But as soon as Obiang stretched out his hand, Taraxin immediately stopped, his outstretched left foot hovering in the air, and finally returned the same way.

“Arrange a place for our guests to stay, and remember not to let them eat too much this time, lest they die of overeating.

In two hours we will directly enter the life and death contest, friends, please prepare well. "

Watching the old general leave, Trazyn couldn't help but slap his knees in regret.

"It's broken, it's broken, it's broken, oops! oops! oops!

Opponents are matched according to their strength. Damn it, I, an overlord, am not going to fight with another overlord, right?

Old general?! Damn it, I'm an archaeologist, not a soldier. I need to upload some combat techniques just in case.

Oh my god, why did you bring me along? I’m just a middleman!”

The etiquette officer came forward and led everyone to the rest room. When they returned to the room, Yingyang immediately began questioning them.

"Why didn't you tell us this? I don't even have a xv15 combat suit on!"

"I'm sure you have your own ideas, but isn't this a bit too hasty? Isn't this talk therapy?"

Ngur was also a little anxious. This was not the talk therapy that had been agreed upon before. This was chemotherapy with a life-or-death outcome.

The two were very excited, but Lin Heng did not react at all. Taraxin complained a few words and then gave an answer.

He had already discussed this with Lin Heng. This method was the only way to try to tip the scales of fate in favor of his own race.

I just didn't expect that I would be selected. After thinking about it, I always felt that something was not right.

"That's right. Be careful, that guy Orikan is setting a trap for you."

Taraxin stopped suddenly. Lin Heng's words woke him up. He quickly adjusted his sound receiver to the lowest power.

As the quarrel outside quickly faded, his consciousness turned into an electric current signal and returned to the processor module that stored the memory.

The scene that had just happened was replayed, and Trazyn stood on the long table, carefully examining every person who passed by.

But no matter how hard he looked, he couldn't be sure whether the villain who had been fighting with him for countless tens of thousands of years was here.

"and many more..."

Trazyn watched Obiang's departure in his memory, and the hidden but vicious eyes of those lords.

When the lords heard the old general's announcement that the future of Kuoyu would be decided by a best-of-five format, they looked at each other secretly to convey some kind of message.

For a dead spirit like Trazyn who likes to do things secretly, this kind of cryptic information is a signal...

“I caught the blind spot!”

Tarasim's hunched body suddenly straightened up and he shouted, shocking Ngur and Yingyang so much that they wanted to rush over and punch him.

"Stay here and don't run around. I have to confirm something."

After saying this, Taraxin threw a tomb slave out from the dimensional space, and the slave, who looked like a kangaroo, immediately woke up.

After staring at Trazyn for a few seconds, as the single eye dimmed and then brightened again, he immediately ran quickly to the outside world.

Taraxin's body fell silent again, and seeing this scene, Lin Heng walked up silently.

"You guys think... Is Trazyn still a stand-in now?"

"What do you mean?" Yingyang asked confusedly.

"What are you doing?"

Engul looked at the black sword taken out from the "space pocket" and immediately questioned Lin Heng's train of thought.

Was this guy made stupid by the crystal maze, or was he infected by chaos and in a more dangerous situation?

"Hey, hey, hey, don't scare me!"

Lin Heng snorted coldly, then put away the End. The metal body that should have been silent let out a faint but obvious laugh.

Ngur and Yingyang really feel that people's hearts are separated from their stomachs, not to mention that some guys don't have hearts...

“I find that the Titanium were really short-sighted in the past. They wanted to explore the galaxy in this state. I’m afraid they will be fooled and won’t even be able to find the north.

The reason why this situation has not yet occurred is because there has been no opportunity to come to the fore."

Ngur sighed. As a pirate prince, he was naturally good at scheming, but once it involved certain aspects.

All my little thoughts have become child's play.

“It’s getting harder and harder, and I have to rack my brains to find some resources...

Lin Heng, if we can survive, come with me to find the Death Army."

Lin Heng nodded. Of course he had to go. He had some idea about the previous hints, but he had too many problems to solve. How to allocate them was a key link.

"If I'm lucky..."

Lin Heng closed his eyes and answered silently. In reality, there was darkness before his eyes, but in the spiritual world, there was bright crystal light before his eyes.

...

The tomb slave walked quickly, and the route he had just taken was perfectly memorized in the processor.

As soon as the teams of undead soldiers left the patrol range, the slaves knocked on the door with their mantis-like front blades.

"come in."

The voice inside seemed to know that someone would come to visit him. The slave pushed the door open and found that there was more than one lord inside.

"Trazyn, you don't look like a guest."

"Who is it? Who is Trazyn? I am just a tomb slave who has not been stripped of his independent consciousness."

"Oh, then chop him up."

"Wait a minute!"

The guard who stood up stopped, and the slave crossed his two front blades like flies. After thinking for a moment, he smiled awkwardly:

"I'm here to remind you that Orikan is not trustworthy. He might have pretended to be the one giving the Storm King's orders."

The lords looked at each other and then burst into laughter.

"Of course we know. The only ones who were kept in the dark were the old general and his guards."

"What?! Then then then...what about Orikan?"

"Him? We don't know why he used fake orders, but it must have something to do with his bullshit prophecy.

How dare he come here and let us tell him what to do? He is just an astrologer, he knows nothing about war. "

The slaves sharpened their two front blades faster and faster. He always felt that this seemed reasonable yet unreasonable. Orikan would definitely come to see if his prediction was accurate.

"Well, since you know this is a false order, why did you still obey the command..Ohhhhhhhhhhh!"

The slave's puzzled tone suddenly turned into a sudden awakening. He understood what the expressions of these lords at the banquet meant.

"You guys want to rebel? You want to get rid of Zandrick!"

Several lords had playful expressions, one of them crossed his legs and said very proudly:

"The Necrontyr conquered the galaxy through ruthless efficiency, not loyalty and devotion.

The caste of the past and the code of honor that Zandrek adhered to belonged to a dead race.

Now, the old general is unable to bear the cruel truth of the galaxy, so today it is time for us to carry the burden on his behalf."

The light in the slave's one eye dimmed, and everyone immediately realized that this guy wanted to escape.

Several grave technicians broke open the door with electromagnetic blocking rods, but when they were about to seal Trazyn's consciousness with a spear, a word from the slave worker made them freeze in place.

"That's great, we can work together."

"Nonsense, what are you worth?"

The slaves chuckled, as if they were thinking of some evil plan.

"That's of great value. You should think carefully about the way of fighting. It was us who proposed it."

The reason why you have been holding on to your second thoughts for many years but have not succeeded is because of the existence of the royal guard Obiang.

But during the fight, the old general will definitely send Obiang to join the fight, otherwise no one will be able to beat that human in a 1v1 fight."

"How can you be sure?"

"Because the old general is not stupid sometimes."

Tracin recalled that Zandrick didn't mind Lin Heng not eating, and he realized that this old guy was not stupid...