Chapter 160: Bargaining
"This counts as one weapon."
"You're holding two pistols and telling me that's one?!"
"They're a matching set—why wouldn't they count as one?"
"Because they're two separate guns!"
"They are one set. Have you ever seen a weapon set where splitting it up still counts as one piece?"
Inside Trazyn's armory, Hades stood with a pistol in each hand and a scythe tucked under his arm.
"Just these three—no, these two."
"Are you giving them to me or not?"
"Come on, you're rich. Don't be so stingy."
Trazyn stared at this shameless creature in front of him. Hades spoke smoothly, but his grip on the weapons never loosened for a second.
The two oversized pistols in Hades' hands were strikingly different.
One was jet black—solid and heavy—with layered plating like armor, and glowing green lines running cleanly across the frame.
Its name was Judgment.
The other was bone-white—sharp and jagged—with bladelike spines protruding from its surface, and crimson lines glowing between the bone plates.
Its name was Execution.
Trazyn had found these pistols in a dual-kingdom human world. He'd loved their design so much that he upgraded them with Necron tech just for fun.
Judgment, a pistol firing concentrated particle beams, was built from ancient Dark Age tech. Its shots could theoretically pierce any known armor—upon impact, the round created a refractive layer on the surface of the armor and a corresponding layer behind it, allowing the blast to bypass the armor entirely and strike the target's flesh.
In theory, it could bypass any protection—but it had two major flaws: an extremely short range and painfully long recharge time.
Trazyn was sure that at full power, this gun could shred anything short of a Titan.
Execution, on the other hand, had been enhanced with unique Necron tech. It constantly absorbed ambient energy from the surrounding space, making it a truly infinite-ammo weapon with no need for recharging.
It fired searing red beams that could rip through shields and flesh alike—high-penetration, high-heat, long-range.
Hades stared at Trazyn with wide, innocent eyes. But his grip didn't waver for a second.
"This is one set. One weapon."
"You weren't using them anyway! They were just collecting dust!"
"Put down the scythe."
"You already have that black scythe the Emperor gave you! And now you're taking mine too?!"
Hades blinked. He thought of the scythe the Emperor had gifted him—Obituary.
Sure, it did enhance his Black Domain and could project it outward, but it only truly shined in soul-based combat. In terms of raw physical attack, it was powerful, but it didn't compare to a Necron phase weapon.
And phase weapons—crafted from metal peeled from the shells of C'tan—could theoretically cut through anything.
Except, of course, the C'tan themselves.
Faced with the ruthless haggling of this fleshbag menace, Trazyn refused to back down.
"Fine. I'll plate Obituary with Necrodermis. So put down the scythe."
The scythe in question—Scythe of Blood—was a relic from a fallen dynasty. Trazyn had no intention of giving it away. But Hades, sharp-eyed as ever, had somehow spotted it buried deep in the armory's back corner!
And so, the two resumed their fierce quarrel—also exchanging a few friendly curses about each other's species along the way.
Final result: Hades, defeated.
Hades pouted as he stood before Trazyn, staring at the massive machinery humming away in front of him.
"All done."
Trazyn pulled the scythe out from beneath the machine.
Once pitch black, Obituary now shimmered with a strange green glow along its blade and chainsaw teeth. As Hades tilted it, the scythe reflected light in a mesmerizing, shifting cascade of colors.
Hades gazed at Obituary, and... yeah, it really did feel more familiar now.
He reached out and touched the blade—it used to be razor-sharp, but now it felt… soft? Like cotton?
"Wha—HEY! Did you break it?! Trazyn, you owe me!"
"Use your brain! Oh wait, I forgot—you don't have one. You've got part of a C'tan in you. C'tan metal doesn't harm C'tan!"
"Well you gave me this brain! That means you gave me discount goods!"
"…."
Trazyn stared wordlessly at the shameless creature before him.
Meanwhile, Hades kept poking and prodding his scythe.
"I don't even see this so-called coating you put on it."
"I applied a single atomic layer of Necrodermis. Of course you can't see it."
"One atom thick? You cheapskate!"
"I used top-tier material! This isn't your run-of-the-mill junk—you know how rare that stuff is? And thickness doesn't matter for this metal. One layer is all it takes to cut through anything physical."
Still, Hades gave him that "you absolute scammer" look.
"Just try it! You'll see!"
"Yeah yeah."
Trazyn shooed Hades toward a nearby training area, arms crossed as he leaned against the wall.
Heh. Time to let this foolish human witness the glory of Necron engineering.
Hades, with his pistols holstered at his hips, picked up Obituary and approached a thick slab of stone. According to Trazyn, it had been infused with a high-density alloy at its core.
Skeptically, Hades glanced down at Obituary, then gave the stone a half-hearted swing—not even close to full strength.
By all his previous experience, that kind of effort shouldn't have made a dent.
But what he felt was the smooth, resistance-free glide of the scythe through the stone—like slicing tofu.
Obituary carved through the rock like butter, leaving behind a clean trench exactly the width of its blade.
Hades even felt a faint resonance—like the scythe itself was responding to him.
"…Holy crap?!"
Now fully convinced, Hades stepped back, crouched, and launched himself at the boulder in a sprinting leap, raising the scythe high.
Whish—
Smooth as silk—like cutting through air. The scythe cleaved through the alloy-filled boulder without resistance.
While airborne, Hades kicked off the boulder's surface and flipped backward. His foot confirmed it—the stone was dense. Really dense.
BOOM!
The upper half of the boulder, now severed and off-balance, slammed to the ground with a thunderous crash.
Landing nimbly, Hades looked down at Obituary again.
Damn. This thing was awesome.
"Well?"
Trazyn's voice echoed across the training ground—flat now, emotionless.
But Hades knew exactly what to say:
"Works great!"
"Five stars. Love from the Death Guard."
Trazyn nodded in satisfaction, arms still folded.
This kid has no idea what Necron tech really means.
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