Trazyn's words made Rhodes frown. He knew this guy hoarded many treasures, including some cloned Primarchs—Fulgrim, Lorgar, Horus.

But he never imagined Trazyn might have a real Primarch. Who could it be? The Wolf King? The Khan? Rogal Dorn? The Raven King?

"Don't lie to me. How could you collect a real Primarch?" Rhodes challenged.

"Don't overestimate them. Primarchs are only ten thousand years old! Back then, we killed beings far stronger than Primarchs.

Their uniqueness is just their sub-warp god souls. I have an Old One creation—a primordial Ork.

He's just a soldier, but his body is at Primarch level," Trazyn explained.

That Krork warboss was one of his prized pieces, rivaling a Primarch in strength.

Of course, that was compared to Primarchs of the past, not the current ones who could unleash godlike power.

Rhodes knew of this ancient Krork—he truly was a match for Primarchs in physical might, though the essence of a Primarch was different.

The power wielded in the War in Heaven was truly beyond the current Imperium.

Trazyn was the most mysterious existence in the galaxy—he could well have captured a real Primarch.

"Tell me, which Primarch did you capture? I need to know, or you'll trick me with a traitor," Rhodes insisted.

He wouldn't trust Trazyn easily—a defective product wouldn't do.

"You can trust me on this. He's my favorite collection! It took immense effort to capture him in that war—I'll give him to you if you let me go," Trazyn answered.

"Tell me his name. I won't ask twice. Once I confirm, I'll consider releasing you," Rhodes demanded.

"His name is Rogal Dorn, the Imperial Fists Primarch. It took a lot to capture him—I even broke one of his arms," Trazyn revealed.

Rhodes narrowed his eyes—just as he suspected. Dorn went missing during an ambush against Chaos Marines. Given his power, he shouldn't have lost, but after the battle, only his arm and some battle marks were left.

All the Chaos Marines were dead. If they'd beaten Dorn, Abaddon would have boasted about it.

Clearly, a mysterious party was responsible, and only Trazyn could pull it off.

"So it was Rogal Dorn! What dirty trick did you use?" Rhodes asked.

"Just a little trick. He put up a fight, but I got him in the end," Trazyn said.

"And something else—besides all human collections, give me that ancient Ork," Rhodes demanded.

If it was Dorn, he had to be rescued.

"Fine, I agree. Follow me. I'll show you my collection—I'm always happy to have a guest," Trazyn gestured.

"Isn't a real Primarch too dangerous? Let me guard you," Titus said.

"No need. Take all the brothers back to the ship, prepare for a warp jump. I only need Tartarus with me," Rhodes replied.

If danger arose, Tartarus—the galaxy's top escape artist—could get them out!

Plus, he had Zog and Isha with him.

"Yes, my Primarch. Be careful," Titus replied, and began to rally the battle brothers back to the ship.

After a brief discussion, Rhodes followed Trazyn into his gallery, seeing a dazzling array of treasures.

Some were dead objects of mere collectible value, but some were truly priceless.

Rhodes even saw at least a squad of Custodes—so the Ultraman released on Cadia wasn't the only one Trazyn had caught.

There were even loyalist and traitor Astartes—uncorrupted, captured during the Great Crusade, before Horus's betrayal.

Soon, Rhodes stopped before a display case holding a 12-meter-tall, dark green, power-armored ancient Ork.

"This is the ancient Krork?"

"Yes, my collection. I captured him in the War in Heaven.

I can't give you his body—it's too precious—but I can give you a piece of his flesh.

You know how Orks work—a piece of flesh is a whole army," Trazyn said.

"Oh? I doubt even ancient Orks were this powerful—he must be at least a commander!" Rhodes replied.

The Krork's aura was immense, his psychic power strong—a general at least. If all ancient Orks were this strong, the Old Ones could have wiped out the Necrons and C'tan easily.

"Hahaha! You have a keen eye. He was indeed a general—otherwise he'd never enter my gallery," Trazyn said.

"Now, hand over all your human collections!" Rhodes demanded.

"No rush. Let's take a look—they're all stored in tesseract cubes.

Just take them away when the time comes. Since we've struck a deal, I won't go back on my word," Trazyn said, privately thinking he'd just start collecting again later, unless he was killed.

Following Trazyn, Rhodes saw more exhibits—Primarch clones: Fulgrim, Lorgar, Horus.

Rhodes cared little for clones—his tech could create them anytime. The true value of a Primarch was their soul.

With Trazyn, Rhodes entered a hidden room. Trazyn operated a series of controls and passwords, opening a chamber.

Inside lay a 3.7-meter-tall man, missing an arm, clad in power armor—the captured Primarch, Rogal Dorn.

With psychic senses, Rhodes could feel the sub-god soul—this was no clone, but the real thing!

Well done, Trazyn! Dorn was in your hands all along.

"Mr. Rhodes, this is the last human collection. You may take them all, as promised," Trazyn said.

Rhodes nodded, had Tartarus open a portal, and sent all the tesseract cubes to his ship.

After sending the last one—Dorn's—Rhodes turned with a smile to Trazyn.

"Our deal is done. Now, please leave my territory," Trazyn said.

A heavy loss, but the information gained was priceless—for all Necrons.

"I'll give you a gift, as a symbol of our friendship," Rhodes said, winking at Tartarus.

Tartarus immediately used his time powers to revert Trazyn's body to his Necrontyr form.

Then he summoned the Cosmic Vermillion Bird, gifting Trazyn a soul and a spark of rebirth, granting him several decades of life.

With this done, Rhodes turned and left.

Trazyn would revive, but only as an avatar. Now, a living Necrontyr Trazyn existed alongside the Necron Trazyn.

So—which was the real one? Let them figure it out!