After listening to Zeke, Trazyn looked at Zeke in disbelief, as if he had been startled: "Regain a soul?"
When the necrons completed their mechanical ascension, they encountered unprecedented difficulties; their souls were eaten by the Star Gods.
This was the necrons' eternal pain, and as an Overlord of the necrons, he was very aware of this.
Their Silent king also left the galaxy precisely because he personally led his people to their doom.
But now, a human suddenly appeared and told him that he had a way to solve the soul problem. How could this not shock the necron?
Trazyn's mechanical body trembled violently, his optical lenses constantly zooming in and out, as if confirming whether he had misheard. His mechanical voice carried an unprecedented mix of excitement and doubt:
"You... you can really let us regain our souls?"
Zeke smiled slightly, and a pure blue halo appeared in his palm, with some spirituality vaguely flowing within it.
"Not 'you all,' but 'you'—at least for now, I can only reshape a soul for you alone."
Trazyn's mechanical fingers trembled slightly, seemingly wanting to touch the light, yet not daring to: "Why? If you really have this technology, why don't you directly negotiate with the Silent King?"
"Because there's no need for that," Zeke retracted his psionic energy. "Reshaping souls for the entire necrons race?"
"This is not a simple task; the costs and technological content involved are immeasurable and unpredictable."
"Also, what benefit do we get from reshaping your souls? Are we supposed to fight another War in Heaven after restoring you to normal?"
"Moreover, would Silent King Szarekh really trade obediently, or would he wage war to seize it?"
"You and I both know that there can only be one overlord in this galaxy. If I restore your souls, your Infinite Empire will inevitably return, and then war will inevitably break out in the galaxy again."
"The War in Heaven is bound to erupt. There can only be one overlord in the galaxy. Either you necrons withdraw from the galaxy, or we withdraw, but we will not withdraw."
"Helping you necrons, allowing everyone to gain souls, does not align with humanity's interests, understand?"
Zeke spoke the words "War in Heaven" without hesitation, and he also did not shy away from the inevitable future wars between the necrons.
There was nothing to hide about these things; they were said, and that was that.
The necrons naturally understood this point: there could only be one Overlord in the galaxy.
At the same time, his confidence also conveyed a message to the necrons opposite him.
The galaxy is dark, a place where the strong prey on the weak.
War is the best means to protect the continued existence of civilization.
Zeke could not compromise or show weakness to these necrons, so he had to demonstrate to the necrons that his side indeed had the capability to contend with them.
Trazyn fell silent. As a mechanical life form, it could naturally sense the combat power contained within the two Custodians behind him.
At the same time, because he awoke relatively early, he had also personally witnessed the large-scale conflict between the Kael'zan necron dynasty and House Yaeger.
He knew very well that the human opposite him was not lying; they indeed possessed the ability to fight the necrons.
He had also already seen the war happening in the galaxy, a one-sided war, and this human also possessed faster-than-light travel technology.
Their attacks were indeed formidable; even the necron Tomb Fleets might not necessarily guarantee a stable victory.
He could confirm that the human opposite him indeed had the ability to contend with the necrons, no wonder he dared to propose such a trade to him.
As if to verify something, Zeke briefly used his power, and an immense force descended upon Trazyn. This necron Overlord directly knelt under the immense pressure.
The moment Zeke truly displayed his might, the necron Overlord felt like an ant.
After Zeke displayed his military might, the necron yielded. He approved of this trade.
He believed that such a powerful individual had no need to deceive him.
So, since the other party had proposed such a trade, and he could indeed obtain the long-sought soul, why not agree?
"I accept your trade. I will provide you with living liquid metal, and you will provide me with a soul."
Trazyn made his choice.
"However, a trade involving only my soul cannot last long. Your intention must be that I can continue to trade with you?"
Trazyn was not foolish; such a long life had naturally endowed him with some wisdom. Although some of this wisdom had been lost, it did not prevent him from making basic judgments.
"Clever. In that case, you provide me with one unit of liquid metal, and I will give you one soul. As for what you use this soul for, I don't care.
This is a very worthwhile trade, after all, you necrons have no way to create souls for yourselves."
As he spoke, Zeke indicated the quantity contained in one unit of liquid metal, then directly injected the already prepared soul into Trazyn's body opposite him.
"I'm giving you this soul as a gift. Experience it well. Although war between us is inevitable, we are now in a cooperative relationship. Happy trading."
Zeke extended his hand, and Trazyn, without any hesitation, also extended his mechanical hand and clasped Zeke's.
He felt incredibly good now; it was a feeling he hadn't experienced in countless years. He felt like a living being again, like an organism, he had a soul once more.
Having regained wisdom, he felt his body exceptionally clear again.
At the same time, various emotions accurately reappeared within his chassis; he was no longer a sluggish mechanical life form as before.
The feeling of having a soul was simply too wonderful. He had been too, too long without feeling this wonder, but when did he feel it? Before being devoured by the Star Gods, perhaps.
"I will return to gather the living liquid metal you require. Then you will provide me with souls; my subordinates also need souls."
"Since you've given me a soul for free, I can't do without a gesture in return."
After saying this, Trazyn reached out and produced a large quantity of his collected artifacts.
Those were numerous Imperial Army soldiers, Space Marines, and even a Custodian!
Most importantly, there was also Ussakakrid, the High Lord of planet Cadia.
Trazyn enjoyed collecting figures.
The figures he collected were never ordinary things, but living beings.
He liked to preserve various epic moments in the galaxy; he would even freeze an entire war in time and then collect it.
He did not want these magnificent events to vanish without a trace, and thus he felt like a preserver.
Now that Zeke had directly given him a soul, he also felt the need to reciprocate with some gifts. What better gift than returning these humans to Zeke?
Having regained his soul once more, he was truly overjoyed today.
Trazyn left—
Zeke was not worried that the necrons would wage war on him now.
After all, a large number of necrons were still in stasis, and Trazyn was not the type to relay information to all necron Dynasties.
He was merely a collector, and his relationships with the various necron Dynasties were poor. It would be a miracle if he spoke out.
Otherwise, why would Zeke have chosen this collector?
It was precisely because his relationship with other necrons was not great.