"That's right, a dragon that is very hard to kill," Zeke confirmed.
Zeke only spoke half the truth; he didn't tell Trazyn the other half—that this was only true if you didn't destroy all the End Crystals first.
Sounds like another worthy collectible. Trazyn nodded slowly. It seemed he wouldn't be bored for quite some time.
"There is also something in The End that can kill even a god." Remembering something, Zeke's expression turned serious. "You must never fall off the edge in The End. Otherwise, there is only one outcome for you: death."
The Void.
Since arriving in the Warhammer world, he had yet to discover the existence of the Void in either the Overworld or the Nether dimensions.
The Warhammer universe had no concept of a world border; digging straight down would only lead to the other side of the planet.
In the Nether, he had also tried digging to the extreme top and bottom, but he hadn't hit a limit, only endless Netherrack.
Neither of these places had a Void. The only place Zeke could imagine the Void existing was The End.
Thinking of the Void made Zeke shudder. He remembered when he first played Minecraft as a child. He had started a Creative Mode flat world and dug straight down.
Suddenly, he fell into a pitch-black abyss, watching the continent drift further and further away.
It scared him to tears right then and there; he even forgot he could fly.
Taking constant damage, then death. That was the first time he learned that Creative Mode wasn't completely invincible.
Let alone Trazyn, Zeke estimated that as long as they had a physical form, even a C'tan might not be able to withstand the Void.
Only command block code could survive it.
Something that can kill even a god? A weapon, perhaps? If this human isn't lying. Trazyn didn't care much about Zeke's warning. This was merely one of his surrogate puppets; even if it died, it would be no great loss.
"So, how does one find this place?"
Good. Zeke looked at Trazyn, knowing his plan was already more than half successful.
It seemed this Necron before him was completely captivated by the description of The End.
Zeke held the Eye of Ender in his palm. To find that place, one had to use this device.
Zeke demonstrated it to Trazyn on the spot, throwing the Eye of Ender into the air.
The Eye emitted purple particle effects as it flew upward. After ascending about a few dozen meters, it shattered with a pop and fell back down, reverting into the Eye of Ender.
"Just follow it, and you can find that place," Zeke said.
"You mean to tell me," Trazyn's synthesized voice drawled, "that you want me to follow this little trinket, which only flies a few dozen meters at a time, and search aimlessly through the boundless cosmos?"
Trazyn was deliberately making a fuss to gain more leverage in the negotiation.
If what Zeke said was true, and this strange bead could point to the destination...
Then, triangulation would be very simple.
One only needed to travel a sufficient distance, activate it, record its bearing, jump to another reference point, and repeat the process.
In a three-dimensional universe, theoretically, the intersection of two directional lines would be the target coordinate.
That was the ideal scenario. If the target was too far away, the lines might be nearly parallel, or if it wasn't in this dimension...
There were still many variables, but for the Necrons, these weren't insurmountable problems.
"That's not something for me to worry about," Zeke spread his hands, looking innocent.
"I trust that with the Necrons' technology that dominates the galaxy, you surely have a way. After all, it's just a key. How to use it depends on the skill of the key holder, doesn't it?"
Zeke subtly complimented Trazyn's race. Trazyn didn't respond immediately; he was evaluating.
Is this human lying? Is this place worth my effort? And what is his motive for telling me all this?
Zeke watched Trazyn, who seemed indecisive, and felt a bit frustrated.
"Trazyn, I've only told you a small part about that dimension. There are actually many other interesting things inside."
He leaned closer, sharing a secret:
"For example, Bedrock. An object that can never be destroyed, the hardest block in existence."
Once the Ender Dragon was killed, a portal frame constructed of Bedrock would generate.
"Can you imagine? Even your Necron Gauss weapons wouldn't be able to leave a single scratch on its surface."
"And, Shulkers," Zeke described. "A peculiar portable space. You can think of it as a variant of your Tesseract Labyrinth."
"The benefits are plentiful," Zeke concluded with a brilliant smile.
Trazyn felt he had fallen into this human's trap.
But he had also achieved his goal: obtaining more intriguing information about this space.
"Human," Trazyn finally spoke. "Your proposal is good. I accept this eye..."
Hey, hey, hey. Wait a minute.
Zeke immediately pulled back the hand holding the Eye of Ender. "Who told you this was free?"
Trazyn's brain short-circuited for 0.01 seconds before he immediately reacted.
"I can help you find that place, and you provide the compass to get there. This is already a transaction. You actually want to charge an additional fee?"
Uh-huh. Zeke lifted his chin, putting on a 'so what?' attitude.
Who asked you to steal so much of my stuff before? It's time you paid it back with interest.
"Since that place is so miraculous, why don't you go yourself? I know you definitely need to borrow my power."
"Stop yapping. Just say it—do you want to go or not?" Zeke interrupted Trazyn.
Trazyn hated this feeling of being edged. Either don't mention it, or tell the whole story. What was this halfway nonsense?
"Human, I am the Overlord of the Nihilakh Dynasty. You know that to kill a human like you, I only need one finger."
Trazyn gritted his teeth—if he still had teeth.
He aimed his skeletal hand at Zeke's head and made a pew sound.
"If you had the ability or desire to kill me, you would have done so already, wouldn't you?" Zeke was unbothered.
Trazyn stared at Zeke. Then, suddenly, Trazyn let out a metallic laugh.
"Heh heh..." The laughter wasn't warm; it was cold, but one could tell its owner was indeed in good spirits.
"You are truly an amusing human. A greedy one." Trazyn emphasized the word 'greedy.'
To be honest, this was the first time in ages that Trazyn had met a human who didn't call him a filthy xenos.
And he could even provide entertainment. This was incredibly rare.
Ever since that mountain was dropped on poor Orikan the Diviner...
Trazyn had been like a lonely old man, rarely finding anyone he could openly chat with.
"If the opportunity arises, human, I will definitely place you in my most prominent display cabinet. I'll even open a dedicated row just for you."
"I'm afraid you won't get that chance. And don't call me human; my name is Zeke."
"What do you want, Zeke?" Trazyn asked. This time he was much more relaxed, leaning his weight with both hands on his staff.
"I think that stick in your hand is pretty nice," Zeke said, asking for the moon.
What Trazyn held was a weapon called the Empathic Obliterator. The center of the long staff contained a glowing energy core.
The technology behind the Empathic Obliterator came from the Old Ones.
When an enemy was killed by the Empathic Obliterator, it would simultaneously kill nearby creatures who shared the same thoughts or allegiance.
It was essentially the enemy-clearing version of Vein Miner.
"No." Trazyn rejected it without leaving a sliver of room for negotiation.
This was his favorite weapon; there was no way he would trade it.
"In that case," Zeke said, "how about taking me on a tour of your gallery? I'd like to choose for myself."
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