"What? Trazyn, you said you'd return these two Voyager probes to me?"
"You're so kind!"
Alexander looked at Trazyn with a smile.
Trazyn's quantum brain actually paused for a moment, stuttering for three to five seconds before he understood the meaning of Alexander's words.
But by the time he reacted, it was already too late.
The two Voyager probes, which he had collected for tens of thousands of years, were instantly stuffed into the pocket on Alexander's stomach.
Trazyn's metallic mouth opened slightly, wanting to say something but ultimately not speaking.
Omnissiah, original power, the soul of machines... those words flashed through Trazyn's mind.
No matter how precious a collection, it could not compare to the fleeting nature of the soul.
"Trazyn, is this the extent of your collection?"
Alexander turned his head, a slight smile on his face, and said to Trazyn.
Trazyn instinctively sensed danger and couldn't help but take a step back.
He couldn't help but snort coldly, feeling as if he had been made a fool of.
Having just lost an important collection, would he really offer up an even more precious one?
Although Trazyn always enjoyed displaying his exhibits to visitors, could he not suppress this urge? Would he display his more precious exhibits even if he knew they might be taken away?
How could that be! Would Trazyn be like those Necrons with burnt-out brains, unable to suppress his obsession and instincts?
"I have an even rarer collection."
"This collection is unique in the galaxy."
"And it is closely related to you Primarchs."
Trazyn said to Alexander and the Primarchs in a boastful tone.
There was a deathly silence in the air.
Trazyn himself was stunned for a moment, then couldn't help but lower his head, seeming very annoyed.
Trazyn was not a miser, not one who stole various precious historical artifacts from the galaxy and then hid them in dark warehouses, never to see the light of day.
Trazyn was a witness and protector of history; his duty was to preserve the history of the galaxy and leave it for future generations to admire.
The key was admiration; if no one admired it, history would be forgotten, and Trazyn could not allow that.
Especially since the collection he was about to display was closely related to the Primarchs,
and the Primarchs' reactions upon seeing that collection would also become a historical moment worth recording.
Trazyn simply couldn't bear it and couldn't help but want to show off his collection to Alexander and the Primarchs.
"What is it?" Fulgrim was the first to show curiosity; he really wanted to know what kind of collection made Trazyn so proud,
and according to Trazyn, this collection was closely related to the Primarchs.
"Could it be the Stack of Primordial Blood?" Fulgrim had heard of that divine object from Fabius; it was said to contain the complete genetic sequences of twenty-one Primarchs, and Fabius coveted it greatly but had been unable to find it.
"That is indeed a precious item worth collecting!" Trazyn couldn't help but say, "But according to my historical research, that precious item should be in the hands of my dear friend, Belisarius Cawl."
"My laboratory needs new security systems installed," Belisarius Cawl said with a cold face.
"I can arrange for the Blood Ravens to guard it for you," Sanguinius chuckled, joking.
"You're not going to tell us that the Emperor on the Golden Throne is a fake and the real one is in your collection, are you?" Guilliman glanced at the mysterious Trazyn, speaking with his stern, peculiar sense of humor.
"Do you know what's more boring than a serious Guilliman?"
Fulgrim shrugged and said,
"It's a Guilliman trying to tell a joke."
Fulgrim's words successfully made Guilliman's expression twitch, brought smiles to Sanguinius' and Alexander's lips, and even Belisarius Cawl couldn't help but nod in agreement.
"I've always wanted to replicate the scene near the Golden Throne; if you don't mind contributing to galactic history, please allow me to enter the Throne Room—"
"I mind, and I do not allow it," Guilliman shook his head, refusing Trazyn's proposal. "The Emperor is indispensable to the current Imperium of Man."
Trazyn shook his head slightly, expressing his regret.
"This collection of mine is not related to all Primarchs, only to one Primarch," Trazyn continued to be mysterious.
Only related to one Primarch? These words made the three Primarchs present raise their eyebrows slightly.
Trazyn was very pleased with their expressions and let out a cackle:
"My museum houses countless historical artifacts from the galaxy."
"The head of Saint Sebastian Thor, the Emperor's Custodians, the last Lord Castellan of Cadia, Kreed, the soul of a world..."
"..Even clones of your race's Primarchs have been displayed on my shelves."
Trazyn looked at Fulgrim, who was not angry, merely smiling and nodding.
"And none of these compare to the uniqueness of this collection. It belongs to a Primarch, yet it is something most other Primarchs do not possess."
"It is extremely rare, always the most important of my human collections."
Trazyn raised his voice and declared:
"I! Trazyn, Curator of the Solemnace Museum, have even collected a Primarch's mother."
Primarch's mother
Trazyn's voice echoed in the museum.
Belisarius Cawl, Fulgrim, and Sanguinius almost simultaneously gasped and then turned to look at Roboute Guilliman.
A Primarch's mother—this was a concept extremely unfamiliar to most Primarchs.
Fulgrim and Sanguinius had no existence they could call a mother; most Primarchs were similar, perhaps having foster fathers or grandfathers, but most did not have mothers.
And when it came to a Primarch's mother, the only one Fulgrim and Sanguinius could think of was Roboute Guilliman's foster mother, the respected Lady Yudon.
Guilliman's muscles tensed. He took a deep breath, trying to remain calm as he said, "This is impossible."
"I know it's unbelievable, but I truly have collected a Primarch's mother!" Trazyn was delighted by Guilliman's reaction; he enjoyed the expressions of others being shocked by his collection.
"Where is she?" Guilliman let out a low growl; he felt his reason was losing control of his emotions.
"She?" Trazyn was stunned for a moment.
But before he could speak, Guilliman growled again, "Where is she?"
"She... it is..." Trazyn waved his hand, signaling everyone to follow him.
Along the way, Guilliman's breathing grew heavier and heavier. He muttered, "How is this possible?" while his eyes held a glimmer of expectation.
But beyond the expectation, Guilliman's face was also a little complex.
"Don't you wish to see her?" Sanguinius asked softly.
"I... I perhaps hope so, but I thought she had already passed peacefully."
Guilliman shook his head slightly:
"It's hard for me to say whether staying in this terrible world for ten thousand years or death is worse."
"Perhaps staying in this world for ten thousand years is worse."
"But she must want to see you, brother," Fulgrim reached out and patted Guilliman's shoulder, saying, "Mortals aren't as fragile as you imagine, and besides, she was an outstanding mortal, wasn't she?"
Guilliman was stunned by Fulgrim's comfort. He looked at Fulgrim as if seeing someone a little unfamiliar.
Everyone followed Trazyn to the depths of the museum, in front of a heavy black stone door.
"Beyond this door is one of my proudest collections, a rare treasure: a Primarch's mother."
"To think that I, in order to collect it, braved the cold wind on Fen—"
"Open the door!" Guilliman finally could not suppress his eager feelings. He had no interest in hearing Trazyn recount the entire process of acquiring the collection.
Trazyn was startled by Guilliman's words and instinctively obeyed Guilliman's command, turning to open the door to the exhibition hall, as if his body was being forcibly controlled by some irresistible order.
"..That's a Necron; he's almost completely insulated from the Warp," Sanguinius said, a little astonished, watching this scene.
Fulgrim also looked at Guilliman with a somewhat strange expression. He vaguely perceived that some Warp power had just forcibly twisted reality, making reality and fate forcibly altered, and even Trazyn the Necron was affected by it.
Guilliman was completely unaware of all this. He just took two or three deep breaths, trying his best to control his emotions, but his gaze remained fixed on the slowly opening door.
The black stone door opened with a grinding sound under Trazyn's control, and the exhibition hall behind it was revealed to Guilliman.
There was only one exhibit in the hall. A Static Field hummed, enveloping the collection,
freezing the snowflakes falling from the air, the accumulated snow rising from the ground, the icicles falling from the cliff, and the nimble, proud mother wolf, all in that instant.
Wait, a mother wolf??
Guilliman looked left and right, but he did not see the figure from his memory.
In front of him was only that mother wolf.
"She?" Guilliman vaguely realized something.
"It," Trazyn corrected, "This is Leman Russ' foster mother."
In an instant, the air fell silent. Fulgrim couldn't help but shake his head, Sanguinius turned to look at Alexander, and Belisarius Cawl covered his face.
At this moment, they suddenly remembered,
among the Primarchs, it wasn't only Guilliman who had a foster mother.
Leman Russ did too. Leman Russ was raised by wolves on Fenris; he had a wolf mother.
"Leman Russ' mother!" Guilliman couldn't help but roar in a low voice.
"Leman Russ' mother," Fulgrim agreed, nodding along.
Trazyn also felt a bit awkward from the atmosphere. He said softly, "Your mother, Lady Yudon, died of old age. She passed away before hearing the news of your fall. Although it was regrettable that she couldn't see you again, she died peacefully."
At that time, the Ultramarines were in chaos due to Guilliman's fall, and records were lost. Guilliman had never known Lady Yudon's fate.
Now hearing it from Trazyn, he felt somewhat complex.
"How could you be so wicked?" Sanguinius looked at Alexander with a bit of helplessness and said, "You clearly knew... It's too twisted."
Alexander's lips held a hint of a very twisted smile.
Sanguinius looked at Alexander's expression, truly not knowing whether to be happy that Alexander still had human emotions, or to shake his head because he was too twisted.
"The first time I saw this scene, when the door opened and it was Leman Russ' wolf mother, I just couldn't help but burst out laughing."
Alexander couldn't help but shake his head and say,
"This is truly... Now this is one of the few events that can make me feel somewhat amused."
He reached out and rubbed his forehead, smiling as he said, "I know this is too twisted, but I will compensate Guilliman, believe me."
"..Shall I accompany you to Baal to sell chicken sauce sometime?" Sanguinius suddenly said, out of the blue, the worry in his eyes for Alexander lessening somewhat.
This made Alexander smile and say to Sanguinius, "That's the second thing that can make me laugh out loud."