Watching Orikan's performance, the corners of Datch's lips twitched slightly.
Just how deep was this man's hatred and resentment toward Trazyn?
Moments ago, he had worn a resolute expression, as if he would rather die than suffer humiliation.
But the moment he heard that they intended to settle things with Trazyn, his expression changed instantly. He looked like he couldn't wait to be taken along to capture Trazyn alive.
It's better to sacrifice yourself than to betray your brother, right?!
I seriously want to ask — how did the game developers come up with such an absurd story?
Still, this was a good thing. With a guide, the rest of the work would be much easier.
Datch took out the Golden Hammer from his game inventory and lightly tapped Orikan with it.
A clear metallic sound echoed through the air.
Orikan's body was instantly enveloped in golden light. The damaged parts healed at a speed visible to the naked eye.
Due to his recent energy transformation, Orikan had absorbed excessive energy and overloaded his body.
Combined with Shining Tiga's terrifying attacks, his metallic body had been pushed to its limit.
However, under the radiance of the golden hammer, everything healed rapidly at a visible speed.
Cracks disappeared. The body carved from living metal became smooth as a mirror.
Severed limbs automatically reattached and regenerated, returning to like-new condition.
After the golden light faded, Orikan stood there in a daze, blankly staring at his own body while unconsciously performing a self-diagnostic.
Data streams flashed across his vision one after another. The final result showed that his body was in perfect condition.
The moment he received the result, Orikan's pupils contracted sharply.
The fatal wounds that should have required returning him to the forge for reconstruction had been completely healed with just one strike.
This ability was far too powerful.
The Nameless One's methods were truly astonishing.
Datch put away the golden hammer and said to Orikan, "Now, give me the coordinates for the world of Solemnace."
Orikan nodded, then made a gesture in the air.
A holographic star map composed of countless points of light spread out before his eyes.
His metallic fingers slid quickly across the star map. With a wave of his hand, he zoomed in and stopped at an inconspicuous location.
"Here."
When his fingertip touched the point of light, the projected image displayed detailed three-dimensional coordinates and spatial parameters.
Just as the other party had explained, the icon for Solemnace appeared on Datch's minimap.
With a single thought, he could lock onto the teleportation point.
Orikan put away the star map and approached Datch, his eyes shining with expectation.
"Honored Nameless One, I also know exactly where Trazyn is right now."
"Let's capture that bastard first and give him a thorough scolding."
"You have no idea how cunning, despicable, and shameless that man is!"
"To deal with Trazyn, we need to strike first. I know his entry and exit points, his behavior patterns, and his greatest weakness!"
"If you agree, I can set a trap to lure him out, and then…"
Imagining that Trazyn was still out there somewhere, continuing his collecting activities, Orikan's heart ached.
He did his utmost to persuade Datch to capture Trazyn, make him kneel, and thoroughly humiliate him.
"No."
Datch shook his head and refused.
Occupying Trazyn was outside the scope of this mission.
The moment he heard the Nameless One's reply, Orikan instantly became dejected.
However, the thought of the Nameless One going to Solemnace and looting Trazyn's treasures gave him renewed vigor.
Just imagine how that old man Trazyn would feel when he returned to find all his precious collections gone.
That furious expression would surely be quite something.
Orikan let out a low chuckle. The sound echoed eerily through the empty ruins.
Datch was speechless as he looked at Orikan. The relationship between this man and Trazyn could truly be described as "deeply connected."
After obtaining the coordinates for Planet Solemnace, Datch took out a Poke Ball and captured Orikan inside it.
Datch treated the wounded soldiers and helped repair various fortresses and strongholds.
After Mordachi and the other Primaris Space Marines completed their rescue mission, the door to the Room of Requirement opened, allowing them to return.
Having finished his mission on Planet Vantis III, Datch took out his teleport gun, set the coordinates for Solemnace, and pulled the trigger.
A green beam was fired, forming a spinning hole of light.
After passing through the green hole of light, he arrived on Planet Solemnace.
To protect his collection, Trazyn had hidden the entire planet within a dimensional rift, making it impossible to find through normal means.
However, Rick's teleport gun could easily reach any dimension — including parallel universes — as long as the exact coordinates were known.
The surface of Planet Solemnace was covered with countless metallic structures and monuments, decorated with complex, flickering lights.
Where a city church had once stood, a magnificent and alien sculpture now towered high into the sky.
The grand pyramid was entirely black, its surface covered in runes unique to the immortal races of the cosmos.
The runes emitted a faint glow, flowing between the characters as if alive and forming complex patterns.
Datch took out a Poke Ball and summoned Orikan.
The moment he landed, he couldn't wait to look around.
When he saw the magnificent city in the distance, a delighted expression appeared on his face.
"It really is Solemnace!"
His voice was filled with excitement, as if it was overflowing from his metallic body.
"Nameless One, you are amazing. This world is hidden in a dimensional rift, yet you came here directly."
"How did you do it? It's truly incredible."
"As you know, every time I come here, it takes me several months — sometimes even years — to pinpoint the exact entrance to the dimensional rift…"
Datch ignored Orikan's questions and immediately asked his own.
"How do we get in?"
Orikan didn't mind the Nameless One's attitude and answered humbly.
"Please don't worry, my lord. I will lead the way. I guarantee we can enter smoothly, obtain whatever you desire, and empty the contents of this box while we're at it!"
After saying this, Orikan used his control protocols to take command of a swarm of ghost-like Scarabs that had been constructing nearby.
These beetles were only about the size of a fist, their entire bodies made of living metal. To cosmic Necrons, they were the most basic construction and maintenance units.
At that moment, they lined up neatly in front of Orikan, awaiting orders.
A faint smug expression appeared on Orikan's face.
"The last time I came here to steal, I accidentally planted a virus program."
"Once activated, it will allow us to bypass Solemnace's control center and take control of the structures here."
After explaining to the Nameless One, Orikan issued orders to the Scarabs.
"The first team will take over management of the alarm systems along the route."
"The second team will generate jamming signals to temporarily disable the security systems."
After the Scarabs left, Orikan bowed to Datch.
"Please, this way."
…
Along the way, patrolling undead soldiers ignored the intruders.
This was because their programming had been altered by the Orikan Virus, resulting in the humans and Orikan being treated as "allies."
Thus, Datch easily bypassed the heavy security and arrived at the entrance of the pyramid.
It was a magnificent gate, entirely cast from some kind of black metal.
The door panels were adorned with intricate reliefs depicting the history of the undead in the cosmos.
Each relief was realistic and exquisitely crafted, making one want to stop and admire them.
Orikan walked up to the door and raised his hand.
His fingertip split open again and emitted a scanning beam.
The beam swept across the door panels, analyzing the arrangement of the runes and the direction of the patterns.
A few seconds later, the corners of Orikan's mouth curled upward.
"Found it."
The moment the words were spoken, the runes engraved on the door panels began to glow.
Then came a click sound.
The heavy stone door retreated as a single unit, split into several fragments, slowly rotated, and then split into even smaller pieces.
The fragments danced as if alive before disappearing into the inner wall of the gate. They vanished without a trace, revealing a wide passage.
Guided by Orikan, he entered.
The passage was complex and intertwined, resembling countless snakes tangled together.
Each passage led in unknown directions and branched off into countless paths.
The dome was embedded with countless glowing crystals. As people moved, the lights shifted, making it impossible to determine direction.
The floor was covered in smooth metal plates, each engraved with different runes.
The runes also glowed, their light flowing beneath their feet like a river.
Trazyn had spent an enormous amount of time collecting various historically valuable treasures for his collection.
The winding, complex passages and exhibition areas resembled a maze.
Construction Scarabs and maintenance Scarabs worked day and night according to standard instructions, expanding outward and allowing the structures to spread in all directions.
Among the expanded areas were regions that Trazyn himself had not planned and had never even set foot in.
An ordinary person would undoubtedly get lost here and be unable to find the exit.
Orikan turned back to look at Datch and once again wore a servile smile.
"My lord, what are you looking for?"
He rubbed his hands together, his eyes shining with expectation.
"Just tell me. Once I find it, I'll immediately…"
His smile grew even brighter.
Once the Nameless One finished his turn, it would be his turn next.
This time, he was determined to inflict severe suffering upon Trazyn.
"I need to find Roboute Guilliman's adoptive mother. She was brought to Solemnace by Trazyn." Datch sent the relevant image to Orikan.
Upon receiving the image, Orikan nodded and sent a new message to the swarm of Scarabs.
After a brief silence, the swarm of beetles began moving in unison.
They gathered around Datch and Orikan, guiding them along the correct path.
Behind them, the gate of the pyramid slowly closed.
Countless fragmented door panels emerged from the wall, reassembled, and the magnificent gate covered in reliefs once again appeared.
…
Meanwhile, on the other side of the Milky Way.
The tomb world of the Oroskh Dynasty.
Trazyn stood inside an ancient tomb, holding a magnificent golden staff in his hand.
The staff was made entirely of an unknown metal. Its surface was engraved with complex runes, and its tip was inlaid with a crystal the size of a fist.
Inside the crystal was a star burning like a fireball.
This was a legendary relic, said to have been forged with the help of the Nightbringer Aza'gorod, and was said to possess the power to destroy stars.
Trazyn stared intently at the staff in his hand, his eyes filled with admiration.
For him, the staff's power was secondary.
What he valued more was its historical significance.
It had been created by a C'Tan himself and served as evidence of the twisted relationship between cosmic Necrons and the C'Tans.
The Oroskh Dynasty, together with the Silent King Szarekh, was waging war against humanity in the Nephilia system.
Their burial grounds were poorly defended, making them prime targets for theft.
To buy time for the victor, he had deliberately leaked information to the humans.
When the undead nobles launched their attack, they would discover that the humans had already set a trap.
"Let those idiots fight to the death. I'll gladly accept these treasures."
Trazyn put away the staff and wore a smug smile.
His only goal right now was to build a library capable of preserving the entire galaxy's history.
He had absolutely no intention of participating in the war between humans and cosmic undead.
Suddenly, Trazyn's smile disappeared.
A security alarm appeared in his vision.
Solemnace had been hacked.
"Damn it, it must be Orikan. No one else would steal except that bastard."
He clenched his fist so tightly that he nearly crushed the staff he had just obtained.
Across the entire galaxy, the only one who was so obsessed with his collection and repeatedly tried to steal from him was that damn Orikan.
"Damn you, Orikan. You'd better be prepared!"
"This time, you're going to pay the price!"
Furious, Trazyn immediately activated his teleportation program. His figure turned into a streak of light and disappeared into the tomb.
…
Deep within the labyrinth of Planet Solemnace.
The Scarabs led the way, guiding Datch and Orikan through the complex passages.
As Datch toured one exhibition area after another, he saw countless alien species from across the Milky Way.
For example, the Flayed Ones — their entire bodies were pitch black.
The skin and flesh of these creatures resembled tar, constantly bubbling and churning.
The skeletal structure of their limbs was similar to the human spine, allowing their limbs to bend in any direction.
During the Great Crusade, Perturabo, the Primarch of the Iron Warriors, had been tasked with cleansing occupied territories.
To demonstrate his superiority, Perturabo launched a war of extermination against the planet inhabited by the Flayed Ones.
The outcome of that war was unimaginably devastating.
The Iron Warriors had to contend with spacetime distortions, solar flare storms, and geological instability caused by these creatures.
The Legion lost nearly one-fifth of its forces, and countless elite warriors lost their lives in that frenzied war.
Some Iron Warriors had their lifespans drastically shortened due to accelerated time flow. Among them was Barabas Dantioch, a true Iron Warrior whose unit suffered heavy losses in the war, and he himself aged over 3,000 years.
Furthermore, Datch saw various other Xenos — currently active Eldar, green-skinned Orks, and all sorts of strange xenos species.
Even the Tau Empire and their loyal allies, the Kroot, were among them.
Datch was amazed.
This game was truly impressive.
Even the background was perfect. Every single hair and every single scale on the Xenos looked alive down to the finest detail.
How long would it take to achieve this level of result?
After passing through the xenos exhibition area, they arrived at the human exhibition area.
This area was much larger and had more exhibits than the others.
Datch stood at the entrance of the exhibition area, staring at the relics floating within static force fields, as if witnessing the entire history of the Human Imperium.
Relics from the Great Crusade and the Horus Heresy were displayed at the very front.
He saw the banners of the Shadowed Moon Wolves, War Hounds, and other Legions.
Various souvenirs and portraits from major battles.
Then, Datch saw relics from the massacre at the landing site.
Loyalists caught in a static vortex pulled the trigger with expressions of despair.
To see relics from the Beast War era, one needed to go further in.
That marked the beginning of the Human Imperium's decline.
The Orks, returning with a thirst for revenge and carrying the War Moon, forced the Human Imperium to surrender. The entire galaxy trembled beneath the iron hooves of the green-skins.
After that came the Age of Apostasy, the Age of Redemption, the Gothic War, the Battle of Armageddon, the 13th Black Crusade, and the Indomitus Crusade after Guilliman's awakening.
Relics corresponding to each major historical event were displayed here.
This collection contained works of various sizes and types — grand ones, small ones, precious ones, and quite ordinary ones.
However, when combined, they formed a complete narrative recounting every step the Human Imperium had taken over the past ten thousand years.
Datch walked through the area with a surprised expression, as if witnessing the entire history of the Human Imperium slowly unfolding before his eyes.
"Trazyn's collection is truly a treasure."
"This collection is a treasure. I must take it with me."
As he admired the collections along the way, Datch began to form a plan in his mind.
This planet was destined to be mine. It was rightfully my property.
After touring numerous exhibits, Datch arrived at the Ultra Warriors corner and immediately found Tarasha Euten and the Ultramarines protecting her.
The booth was located in the center of a spacious hall with nothing obstructing the view, allowing the collection to be admired from every angle.
The booth's base was black and covered in complex runes.
Above the base floated a transparent three-dimensional cube in which an eternal instant was preserved.
Tarasha Euten was sealed within the static space created by the dimensional cube, maintaining her final pose.
Her silver hair flowed behind her. Though aged, her face carried dignity.
From this moment frozen in time, one could tell that she had once been a beautiful woman.
She held a laspistol in her hand, its muzzle pointed straight ahead. Her eyes were resolute and fearless.
Around her, Ultramarines fought fiercely to protect the Primarch's adoptive mother.
"Finally found her."
Datch turned to Orikan and said, "Cut off the energy supply and dismantle the dimensional cube."
"As you command, Nameless One," Orikan replied cheerfully.
The Chronomancer issued orders to the Scarabs.
They swarmed over and dismantled the power equipment.
Immediately after, the light emanating from the dimensional cube flickered violently before disappearing.
Soon after, Tarasha Euten and the Ultramarines protecting her were released.
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