Chapter 584

"What? Trazyn, you said you want to return these two Voyagers to me?"

"You are so kind!"

Zhou Yun looked at Trazyn with a smile.

Trazyn's quantum brain actually stalled for a moment at this instant, taking three to five seconds to react to the meaning of Zhou Yun's words.

But by the time he reacted, it was already too late.

Those two Voyager probes he had collected for tens of thousands of years were stuffed into the pocket on Zhou Yun's stomach in the blink of an eye.

Trazyn opened his metal mouth slightly, wanting to say something, but ultimately didn't say it out loud.

God of All Machines, Prime Power, Machine Spirit... those words flashed through Trazyn's mind.

No matter how precious an exhibit was, it couldn't compare to the fleeting moment of a soul.

"Trazyn, is your collection only to this extent?"

Zhou Yun turned his head and said to Trazyn with a slight smile.

Trazyn instinctively sensed danger and couldn't help but retreat a step.

He couldn't help but snort coldly in his heart, feeling that he had been treated like a fool.

Having just lost an important exhibit, would he offer up an even more precious one?

Although Trazyn had always liked to show his exhibits to visitors, couldn't he suppress this impulse? Would he show his more precious exhibits knowing that they might be snatched away?

How could that be! Would he, Trazyn, be like those Necrons with burnt-out brains, unable to suppress his obsessions and instincts?

"I have another even rarer exhibit."

"This exhibit is unique in the galaxy."

"And it is closely related to you Primarchs."

Trazyn said to Zhou Yun and the Primarchs in a tone of showing off.

There was a deathly silence in the air.

Trazyn himself was also stunned for a moment, then couldn't help but lower his head, seeming very annoyed.

Trazyn was not a miser, not the kind who stole various precious historical artifacts from the galaxy and then hid these things in a dark warehouse, 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 later 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 exhibit he was about to show was closely related to the Primarchs.

And the Primarchs' performance upon seeing that exhibit could also become a historical moment worth recording.

Trazyn really couldn't endure it and couldn't help but want to show his collection to Zhou Yun and the Primarchs.

"What is it?" Fulgrim was the first to reveal curiosity; he really wanted to know what kind of collection made Trazyn so proud.

And in Trazyn's words, this exhibit was also closely related to the Primarchs.

"Could it be the Source Blood Stack?" Fulgrim had heard of that divine object from Fabius; it was said that it stored the complete genetic sequences of all twenty-one Primarchs. Fabius had been drooling over it, but had been searching for it in vain.

"That is indeed a precious treasure worth collecting!" Trazyn couldn't help but say: "But according to my historical research, that treasure should be in the hands of my dear friend, Lord Belisarius Cawl."

"My laboratory needs to install a new security system." Belisarius Cawl said with a cold face.

"I can arrange for the Blood Ravens to guard it for you." Sanguinius chuckled and joked.

"You wouldn't be telling us that the Hua Hua Hua Di Huang on the Golden Wang Zuo is a fake and the real one is in your collection, would you?" Guilliman glanced at Trazyn, who was playing god, and said with his cold, strange sense of humor.

"Do you know what is more boring than a serious-faced Guilliman?"

Fulgrim shrugged and said:

"It's a Guilliman trying to tell a joke."

Fulgrim's words successfully made Guilliman's expression twitch, made Sanguinius and Zhou Yun reveal smiles, and even Belisarius Cawl couldn't help but nod in agreement.

"I have always wanted to replicate the scene near the Golden Wang Zuo; if you don't mind contributing to galactic history, please allow me to enter the Wang Zuo Room————"

"I mind very much, and I do not allow it." Guilliman shook his head and rejected Trazyn's proposal: "The Hua Hua Hua Di Huang has indispensable value to the current Human Empire."

Trazyn shook his head slightly, expressing his regret.

"This exhibit of mine is not related to all Primarchs, only to one Primarch." Trazyn continued to play mystery.

Only related to one Primarch? This statement made the three Primarchs present raise their eyebrows slightly.

Trazyn was satisfied with their expressions and let out a cackle:

"My museum houses countless historical artifacts from the galaxy."

"The head of Saint Sebastian Thor, the Hua Hua Hua Di Huang's Custodians, the last Lord Castellan of Cadia, Creed, a World Spirit..."

". even a clone of your race's Primarch was once displayed on my display shelf."

Trazyn looked at Fulgrim; Fulgrim was not angry, just smiled and nodded.

"And all of these are not as unique as this exhibit. This is something that belongs to one Primarch, yet it is something that most other Primarchs do not have."

"It is extremely rare and has always been the most important one among my collections about humanity."

Trazyn raised his voice and declared:

"I! Trazyn, Curator of the Solemnace Museum, even have a Primarch's mother in my collection!"

A Primarch's mother.

Primarch's mother.

Mother.

Mother.

Trazyn's voice echoed in the museum.

Belisarius Cawl, Fulgrim, and Sanguinius gasped almost simultaneously, then turned their heads to look at Roboute Guilliman.

A Primarch's mother was an extremely unfamiliar concept to the vast majority of Primarchs.

Fulgrim and Sanguinius did not have anyone they could call a mother; the vast majority of Primarchs were similar. Perhaps they had foster fathers or grandfathers, but most did not have mothers.

And if it came to a Primarch's mother, the only one Fulgrim and Sanguinius could think of was Roboute Guilliman's foster mother, that respectable Lady Tarasha Euten.