Regardless of the plane, elves are creatures that usually have three things in common: arrogance, narcissism, and a sense of superiority.

Because they usually have a longer lifespan than other races, an ancient and glorious history, a strong magical talent, and an exceptionally beautiful or handsome appearance.

Obviously, the spirits of the Warhammer universe perfectly fit all of the above characteristics, and even add a lot of negative things such as cruelty, selfishness, bloodlust, indulgence, abuse of addictive drugs, and a love for pleasure.

Especially the dark spirit clan and the pirate spirit clan, they are simply a fight with the drow of the Feren continent's belief in rose.

After all, as the second Galactic Overlord to replace the Ancient Saints after the Battle of Heaven, they used the power of the Spirit Race gods to isolate the influence of the chaotic forces of the subspace from the moment they ascended the throne.

At the same time, the greatest enemy, the Space Necrons, also fell into a deep sleep after destroying the Star God, and the external enemies disappeared almost overnight.

With no threat and the inheritance of the ancient saints' legacy, the development of the elves has been smoother than any other race in the galaxy.

It took little effort to expand and build a powerful empire that had remained unchallenged for tens of millions of years.

To be precise, before humanity rose into the Age of Dark Technology and triggered the Iron Man Rebellion, these pointy-eared people were enjoying a carefree and beautiful life, and even death could be escaped by reincarnation of their souls.

What will an immortal race that does not feel any existential pressure, external threats, and whose body is still extremely sensitive and can enjoy several, ten, or even dozens of times the stimulation and pleasure of human beings, rely on to pass the boring time?

Of course, it is to satisfy the most primitive and pleasure-inducing sensory needs first!

Coupled with the fact that the reproduction and breeding methods of the spirit women are the same as the plots, it is not surprising that they will become more and more degenerate.

After all, anyone who knows even a little bit about sensory stimuli and brain feedback mechanisms knows that this thing gradually becomes less sensitive with frequent stimuli.

Sluggishness means that more and stronger stimulation is needed to bring the same level of pleasure as before.

The most important thing is that the spirits have an extremely long lifespan, and even if they die, they can be reincarnated with their memories.

Therefore, even if their nervous system is many times more sensitive than that of humans, they will inevitably be unable to get satisfaction from normal entertainment after hundreds or even thousands of years, but need to develop some more curious and perverted activities.

Otherwise, eternal life will no longer be a blessing, but a more painful torture than any torture.

That's why Slaanesh looked so weird after he was born.

Compared to the spirit race, the pitiful XP that humans can involve is not even a fraction of the former.

As an ordinary spirit born in the Ark world of Bel-Tan, Everene began as an innocent girl who aspired to become a dancer and wanted to touch this gloomy and dark universe with love.

But then she found that she had a good talent for psionic energy, so she jumped to the path of the prophet and became a war witch, and then chose the path of a warrior because of her bloodthirsty and violent relationship.

It may be because of this last choice that she left her hometown and chose to wander outside and become an interstellar pirate leader.

Later, he even went to Comoros, the capital of the Dark Spirits, and became a middle-level manager, and also participated in bloody gladiatorial competitions as a schanter for a while.

This means that Evelencole is not a "White Lotus", but a Dark Daughter who has truly tasted the taste of Fall.

It is estimated that during the time when she was an interstellar pirate and mixed with the dark spirits, she participated in various multiplayer sports, and the whole person sank in the desire to be corrupt and degenerate.

If it weren't for the sacred mission chosen by death, I would still be roaming the galaxy in that pirate ship, enjoying the physical pleasures of having sex with different men, as well as the thrill of fighting and killing.

So if anyone thinks of Evelyni as a stupid white sweet or someone with a sense of justice, that's fine

Big mistake.

Behind all the logic of her behavior is for her own self-interest.

In particular, the formation of the Reaper Army to recruit people everywhere is essentially because she herself has become the Chosen One and can justifiably become the supreme leader of the force.

If she could indeed use the power of death to kill Slaanesh, she would become the savior of the entire Eldar Race, and even unite the divided Ark Elve, Dark Eldar, Pirate Elven and Savage Elf to build a new empire and become the supreme empress.

This means that the motivation that drives Evelene to run around is not actually a lofty ideal or desire, but a strong ambition and a desire for power.

So when the Grim Reaper incarnate told her that even if all the spirits were destroyed, she would never reach the point of killing Slaanesh, the woman's first reaction was anger and disappointment.

Because it means that all the previous illusions about the future have been shattered.

What's even worse is that because she is the supreme leader of the Reaper Army and the Chosen Choice of Death, she must have been locked by Slaanesh now, and the future will definitely be very miserable.

If you are caught by a certain Slaanesh Demon, you can imagine the end.

This means that for Evelene, there is nothing more important at this stage than finding a strong backer.

Otherwise, as long as the truth spreads within the Reaper Army, it won't be long before the cobbled together Spirit Rabble will fall apart.

After all, they were willing to join the Reaper's army because they believed that they could put an end to the sad fate of being hunted down by Slaanesh.

As soon as this greatest and only common goal disappears, the accumulated contradictions between the different factions of the spirits will immediately erupt, and the extreme case of cannibalism will occur.

Don't think it's a joke!

You must know that the Ark Spirit Clan (that is, the white bean sprouts in the mouth of the hammer guys), as well as the barbarian spirit clan (wild bean sprouts) who have long escaped and lived a primitive pastoral life, can be said to be full of hatred and hostility towards those powerful and corrupt dark spirit clans (black bean sprouts), and they can't kill these culprits.

The Dark Spirits, on the other hand, have their souls drained from Slaanesh all the time, and in order to avoid death caused by draining, they can only continue to replenish themselves by killing, plundering, and torturing others.

In other words, Slaanesh sucks them, and they suck others to supplement them, and then a vicious circle of terror is formed.

The most depraved of the Bloodlings, in particular, are simply the most heinous connoisseurs of pain and fear in the entire galaxy.

Even the Helldevils and Abyssal Demons of the universe where Torreel is located have to give their dark art a round of applause and applause.

Long before Slaanesh was born, these guys had committed hundreds of millions of atrocities that cannot be described in words.

Evil to the extreme, they even use the battlefield as a canvas, using blood, internal organs, bones, and souls as paint, and unscrupulously create otherworldly horror works.

Of course, when it comes to the Blood Servants, we have to mention a little story that they have to tell between them and the Golden Throne of the "Yellow Old Man".

Legend has it that a high lord who had suffered from cerebral thrombosis for an unknown number of years believed that the powerful technology of the Blood Servants could repair the Golden Throne, so he grabbed a black bean sprout and brought it to Terra Palace.

As a result, the latter immediately fell into an intracranial orgasm just by looking at the Golden Throne, saying on the spot that this thing was the coolest, most awesome, and most pinnacle torture and pain machine in the galaxy.

Compared with the human monkeys, the methods and machines that have been studying for tens of millions of years of torture on their side are simply weak, and they are not even worthy of carrying shoes for each other.

Even the torture that all the torture instruments in the dark capital of Comoros can inflict together is less than a hundred million of the torture that this torture instrument can inflict on the emperor.

Because even in the eyes of black bean sprouts, being constantly drained of spiritual energy is the most terrifying thing.

But the Lord of Mankind has been sitting on it for 10,000 years, and with the blessing of the huge power of human faith, he will never die, and he will always experience this most extreme torture.

world

Is there a crueler and more desperate torture than this?

The answer is clearly no!

Since then, the Blood Warrior in the Black Bean Sprouts no longer dares to despise the evil, darkness and cruelty of human beings, and even feels that the other party has more potential than himself in this regard.

Of course, as the price of blasphemy against the God Emperor, the bloody man who had an orgasm in his skull was dismantled by the angry forbidden army that rushed in.

It is said that at the last moment before his death, this guy was in an extremely excited mental state, not showing the slightest pain, but a kind of satisfaction of "dying at night".

It's as if a scientist has cracked the supreme truth of the universe and a chef has created the ultimate dish that will make people of all tastes feel the ultimate in deliciousness.

It is estimated that it is precisely because of this that the high-level of the Human Empire has collectively broken the defense, and the state religion is even clamoring to completely wipe out all the dark spirits from the galaxy.

Because the brutal truth is always the most hurtful.

No matter how much the state church's godheads tout the emperor as omnipotent, he was essentially a wretched man who had been betrayed by his most trusted and beloved son, forced to sit on the golden throne, and suffered both physical and spiritual torture for 10,000 years.

It can even be said that the emperor died from the moment he accepted the faith.

Today, like all the great monarchs and leaders who have passed away in human history, he is held high as a symbol used to unite people's hearts.

It doesn't matter at all what my thoughts are or how I did them before.

The important thing is that the empire needs him to become, and he must become.

It's as if how all old books and writings are interpreted depends not on the author himself, but on the person who reads them, as well as the special context and political needs of the time.

It is difficult to decipher the meaning of which is diametrically opposed to what the author wants to express.

There is no ironic and saddest thing in the world than this.

Of course, Everene was not in the slightest interest in the little story that happened between the Blood Lady and the Golden Throne.

At this time, she was standing in the empty palace, anxiously waiting for her master's arrival.

In contrast, Ikani, the incarnation of the Grim Reaper, has always been very calm, and there is no expression on that face from beginning to end, as if he can stand until he is old.

Fortunately, this situation did not last long, and the two of them saw a figure appear out of thin air on the Neutron Throne made of unknown technology at the highest point, which was the embodiment of Zuo Si's shining oil.

Moment!

Both Evelene and the Grim Reaper incarnate bowed respectfully.

Because although the Spirit Race is arrogant and conceited, it is not a fool who cannot see the situation clearly.

Especially in the face of those who are far stronger than themselves, they will also bow their heads without hesitation when they should bow their heads.

Nowhere is this more evident than in the treatment of human beings.

Don't look at them as uncivilized monkeys, but they also admit that the emperor and the original body are gods and demigods higher than themselves.

Not to mention the grand war in front of him, which set off a grand war that burned the entire subspace, and personally planned the death of the chaos god Nurgle, putting a goddess of death of the same magnitude on the throne, and using the ever-growing sea of oil to expel chaos and establish order.

No matter who you are, as long as you can do any of the above things, you are worthy of the word great.

In addition, there is a demand for others, and the posture should naturally be lowered as much as possible.

Zuo Si was obviously satisfied with the attitude of the two, slowly stood up and walked down the steps, and teased in a slightly playful tone, "If I remember correctly, the last time we met was not a pleasant one. Especially when you said before you left that you would make me regret it."

"I'm so sorry! That's because I have no eyes and can't realize your great power and unfathomable wisdom."

Evelene hurriedly lowered her head deeply and put on a look of shame.

It's a pity that this little trick is against Zuo Si

It didn't serve any use, but instead made his eyes reveal a trace of undisguised disdain, and he turned directly to look at the Death Incarnation.

"Did you ask her to come?"

Inkani nodded slightly, "Yes. Because with the birth of the new Grim Reaper, it is no longer possible for me to gain the power to kill Slaanesh. This means that the Reaper Army has no future, and must find a way out again."

Hearing this honest speech, Zuo Si couldn't help but smile and asked, "Then why do you think I will accept it? You must know that in my eyes, the whole Spirit Race is as worthless as a lost dog."

"We are willing to be your currency and pawns."

Evelene bluntly showed the last hole card she had prepared.

She was obviously well aware that she had very limited bargaining chips at hand, so she simply used her stud to impress the other party with sincerity.

After all, even the Chaos Evil Gods of Subspace need some minions and men to carry out their plans.

As a left-hand reflection that has essentially formed a head-on confrontation with it, it must also be needed.

"Oh? You mean that from now on the Reaper Army will be completely obedient to my will and orders?"

Zuo Si obviously showed an expression of interest, and began to look up and down at the spirit woman who had tied her long white hair into a sky-high braid, and around her eyes, she didn't know if it was oil paint or tattoos.

Evelene nodded thoughtlessly, "That's right. As long as you promise to protect us from Slaanesh, we will worship you as a god, including all the members of the Ark World, Eyandon."

"Hehe, that sounds a little more appealing."

The corners of Zuo Si's mouth rose slightly, and a meaningful smile appeared.

Because the Spirit Ark is essentially a replica of the wandering earth, but it is much more advanced in terms of technology, and can support hundreds of millions or even billions of people.

Although it is too large to travel faster than light, it can at least reach sub-light speed.

In addition to the most basic survival support system, the Ark also has a large number of technology and weapons production lines, and even the construction of behemoths such as Phoenix-class battle cruisers.

On top of that, each ark also has its own soul closed-loop system, which can store the souls of the deceased in the small "Eternal Matrix" system within the ark to prevent them from being consumed by Slaanesh.

If needed, these souls can also be mounted on various machines such as Nether Titans as pilots in military operations.

It can be said that as long as there is an ark left, then the Spirit Race will always have hope of reviving again.

"I am also willing to surrender to the new Grim Reaper and join her in the fight against the Chaos Gods."

Inkani also followed suit and said his choice while the iron was hot.

He undoubtedly knew very well that only with the help of Gianna could he defeat Slaanesh.

Otherwise, he will either be torn apart and swallowed like Isa, the goddess of life, or hide in Tibet like Sigaoqi, the god of laughter.

As for breaking into a thousand pieces like Kane, it would be better to die directly.

What's more, as the embodiment of the god of death of the spirit race, Inkani has a natural affinity for the newly ascended goddess of death, Gianna, and does not feel that there is anything wrong with taking refuge in the other party.

"What if my condition is to order you to capture and take the Comoros, the capital of the Dark Eldar?"

Zuo Si suddenly closed the distance between him and Eveleni without warning, so close that he was almost face to face, and he could even feel the other party's breathing, heat, and heartbeat.

The latter's expression changed dramatically in an instant.

Because she knew very well how terrible that place really was.

In fact, Comoros, the city of endless darkness, is not a simple planet in nature, but is close to an incredible extradimensional starport, relying on two stolen stars to provide the energy necessary for daily functioning.

Its society is mainly composed of a "cabal" similar to the Italian mafia family and the interstellar pirates.

The smallest of these may be only ten

Unruly thugs, but the most powerful can directly launch an all-out attack on a certain Ark Spirit Clan.

Especially the black-hearted conspiracy, which is directly ruled by the city lord, can be regarded as the number one force even in the galaxy where demons and monsters are rampant.

The leader, Asdubar Victor, is said to have existed before the destruction of the Spirit Civilization, and is an old man who has lived for at least 20,000 years.

It is said that he was originally a lowly slave in the city of Comoros, destined to die a silent death with his throat cut on the altar.

As a result, at the moment when the blade was about to cut his neck, it was just in time for the birth of Slaanesh.

The sacrificial soul that wanted to kill him was taken away on the spot by the terrifying evil god.

Asdubar Victor survived because he was still young and had not yet been poisoned by indulgence and pleasure.

Witnessing the devastating devastation that Slaanesh had inflicted on the entire Spirit Race, he began to struggle to survive in this terrible apocalypse, climbing up by any means, squeezing into the ruling class little by little to seize the supreme power.

In a way, Asdubar Victor's life is a bit inspirational.

Of course, the premise is that his label of a vicious musician must be ignored.

After all, the greatest joy of this guy's life is to ruin other people's lives.

Most importantly, Evelene has a mortal feud with Asdubar Victor.

The energy that erupted from the former's release of the power of the god of death broke the "Gate of Kane" from Comoros to the subspace.

As a result, a vast number of demons poured in, almost causing the entire city to fall.

Asdubar Victor's prestige was also greatly damaged as a result, and his dark spirits rebelled and fled.

The Dark Spirit Clan in the Reaper's Army took refuge after this incident.

The city of Comoros still has Evelene's bounty on it.

You must know that this dark spirit capital has various surveillance systems and detectors all over the corner, even the underground part is no exception, there is no so-called blind spot.

This also means that when an outsider enters, the box will be opened in minutes, from name to date of birth, to place of origin and even genetics.

So Eveleni dared to guarantee that as soon as she appeared near the city of Comoros, Asdoubar Victor would immediately find out and react most violently.

"What, what's the difficulty?"

Zuo Si asked knowingly, staring at the other party's eyes and forcing him.

Of course, it was impossible for him not to be unaware of the feud between Evelene and Asdubar Victor.

The reason for this was to get the Reaper Army to surrender their names, and on the other hand, the position of the Comoros was too special and too important.

If the network controlled by the spirit race is compared to a huge and complex labyrinth, then Comoros is equivalent to the meeting point of most of the passages of this labyrinth, which can also be called the center.

Whoever masters this starport city will be able to make full use of the legacy of the ancient saints - the network.

Although Zuo Si himself has mastered several faster-than-light navigation technologies that can avoid subspace, he is still very interested in the extradimensional product of the network.

Everene replied with a bitter face, "I'm so sorry, our Reaper Army doesn't have the strength to take the city of Comoros."

Zuo Si smiled and shook his head, "No, no, no, I think you seem to have misunderstood what I meant.

I didn't have a rule that only the Reaper Army should carry out this mission.

You can use your diplomatic skills and incorruptible tongue to recruit people from other Ark Worlds or planets inhabited by the Savage Elves.

Even bring in the pirates, the Harlequin Troupe, and even the Dark Eldars.

In return, I'll set aside a few planets in my area for them to settle, or I'll drag the planet inhabited by the Savage Spirit and place it near one of the stars.

The Elves who have settled here need not worry at all

Threat from Slaanesh.

But only if you follow the rules I have set."

"What do you mean...... Let me use this as a condition to draw more people together to attack the Comoros?"

Eveleni was clearly smart enough to realize the immense value of this promise at once.

Even the darkest, most depraved, and most evil of the Dark Spirits, upon learning that they could be freed from the ravages of Slaanesh, did not hesitate to turn their swords against their former compatriots and masters.

"That's right.

And I can also provide you with a fleet and 200,000 psionic Astarte warriors using Magnus genes.

How, do you want to accept it?

Declare it in advance!

Once the contract is made, and the Reaper Army fails to achieve this goal within the allotted time, the consequences can be severe.

Because I hate people who don't keep their contracts and go back on their word."

When he said this, Zuo Si's tone revealed a naked and undisguised threat.

Evereni turned her head to glance at the Death Incarnate, and after receiving a slight nod from the latter, she immediately took a deep breath and knelt down on one knee to draw the old woman's sword, raising her hands high above her head.

"We are willing to carry out every order you give! Rest assured, it won't be long before Comoros is in the palm of your hand."

"Excellent!

I now appoint you Supreme Commander of the Expeditionary Force with full responsibility for this invasion.

Remember, you only get one chance.

Failure means that the Elves will completely withdraw from the galactic stage.

I will personally destroy the Eternal Matrix so that your Grim Reaper will never wake up, and at the same time enter the network and seize the God of Laughter and torture it to Saanesh to death."

With that, Zuo Si grabbed the old woman's sword and suddenly released two kinds of oil from his body to devour this artifact.

In just a few minutes, it had transformed from a jagged knife into a true double-edged sword, and the power of the Spirit Race God contained in it had also been transformed into the power of the Shining Oil incarnation.

On the body of the sword, you can vaguely see dense textures as complex as integrated circuits, as well as mysterious runes that can drive subspace spiritual energy.

After doing all this, Zuo Si raised his sword and gently pressed the sharp tip of the tip against the center of the eyebrows on Everene's forehead, cutting the skin and carving his mark on it.

Blood slid down the sides of the nose and eventually dripped from the latter's sharp jaw, giving the whole person a strange beauty of bloody violence.

When the sigil began to glow black, he put back the weapon in his hand that had changed from the old woman's sword to the sword of oil.

As the Chosen Divine Choice of the Grim Reaper, Evereni undoubtedly felt the change in the Excalibur in her hand, and at the same time, the new power given to her by the forehead mark, and immediately prostrated herself on the ground and said in a slightly excited tone, "Thank you for your generosity and kindness. I swear the Reaper Army will not let you down, and neither will the Eldars."

"yes, then I'm looking forward to your performance. With this sword, you can get the corresponding number of fleets and landing forces from the spaceport above you."

As the last word blurted out, Zuo Si's whole person instantly turned into a virtual body and dissipated into the air.

When his figure disappeared completely, Ephrene, whose muscles and nerves were tense all over her body, instantly relaxed, stood up with the stone pillar on the side, and asked with a wry smile, "We have succeeded, right?"

"Well, we have the right to survive into the future, but only if you take the Comoros as soon as possible."

The Grim Reaper incarnate gave an affirmative answer.

"I know. But before I can do that, I have one more thing to do, and that is to convince Visac."

At the mention of the Bishop of the Reaper, Evereni immediately showed a headache.

The reason is simple!

In addition to being one of the Big Three of the Reaper, this guy is also her most ardent suitor, often getting into fierce arguments over routes, and even almost drawing a knife on a few occasions

Opposite.

Previously, Visaci had strong objections to the awakening of the original Agent, Robert Kiliman, to help the Human Empire, and the two sides had a very unpleasant quarrel.

But the headache was a headache, and Evereni knew she had to find a way to convince the guy immediately, at least not to make him speak out against her.

……

Meanwhile, on the other side of the galaxy, the famous "Figure King" Tarasin has found the members of the Cult of the Dark Mechanica, who are spreading the news.

Looking at these New Phyrexian creations that had been compleated by the oil, he immediately put on a polite look and asked, "I heard you're looking for me?"

"Hello, Overlord of the Neshirak Dynasty, ruler of the world of the Tombs of Solemnas, protector of the history, artifacts and events of the great galaxy, master of the Solemnas Museum, Lord Tarasin the Endless, it is a great honor to meet you."

The leader of the Cult of the Dark Mechanics burst out all of the other party's titles in one fell swoop.

Obviously, this is both a show of respect and a show of strength.

After all, with the exception of space necromancers, there are very few outside people who can tell the origin of Tarasin so clearly.

You must know that the Neshirak dynasty is the most isolated and closed necromantic dynasty in space.

Because of a devastating failure in its dimensional stability array, the world where the dynasty is located sinks into a pocket dimension, and outsiders can't even enter it, so it is naturally impossible to talk about being attacked.

Although the current Supreme Emperor, Emperor Krispek, is trying to oppose isolationism and expand his territory, there is still a big gap compared to other powerful necromantic dynasties that have awakened.

"Where did you get this information about me?" The figure king asked with an expressionless rhetorical question.

Of course, it's not that he wasn't surprised by this, but that the metal skeletal face really couldn't make any complicated expressions.

You must know that he is not an ontology or a high-level clone, but just a space necromantic body that he occupies from somewhere.

As the least welcome visitor to the major necromantic dynasties and the Catacombs world, Tarasin is so annoyed and hated for stealing things everywhere.

Another reason is that he will directly transmit his consciousness to complete the seizure without notifying the original owner of the body.

And then manipulate this body to wander around the galaxy, and if you don't do it, you will directly play it badly.

That's why Figure King is classified as one of the most annoying "Three Phantom Gods" in the Warhammer universe.

As for the other two, one is the Chaos Goddess Ganki, and the other is Asdoubar Victor, the ruler of the Comoros.

"It was Soth, the father of the great New Phyrexia, who told us. He knows everything, he can do anything, and he knows all about you."

The leader of the Cult of the Dark Mechanics gave the answer with a feverish expression.

"Thos? The mysterious being who brought the oil with it?"

The green glow in Tarasin's eyes skyrocketed instantly.

After all, as the largest collector in the galaxy, he had noticed the New Phyrexian creations of the oil and the compleative of the oil for a long time, and even secretly captured several of them and placed them in the static force field.

In the same way, he had heard of several small dynasties that had been swallowed up by the oil and turned into puppets under the control of the other party.

The incident also caused an uproar in the parliamentary court, which consisted of the emperor and the overlord.

If it weren't for the fact that there was a clear record of the star god, they would even think that it was the resurrection of some star god with incredible powers.

However, it was soon through the study of the remaining oil that the space necrons realized that this was not the power of the star gods, but something that had never existed in the galaxy between matter and energy.

Not only does it corrupt and disintegrate all matter, but it also absorbs all energy, including psionic energy.

Even the highest-level space necrons such as the Emperor of Law and the Overlord are not immune once they are contaminated.

The only thing thankfully is that this thing can't

Cross the dimension on your own, so as long as you hide in the tomb world, you don't have to worry too much about being infected on a large scale.

The leader of the Cult of the Dark Mechanics seemed to sense the fleeting fear of the figure king, and let out a low, shrill laugh through the mechatronic skull.

"Hehehehehe-

That's right!

Now the great Father of New Phyrexia wants to meet you and make a deal.

As a gesture of goodwill, he ordered us to bring you some small gifts.

Some are still unique gifts even in the entire universe."

As he spoke, the leader of the Cult of the Dark Mechanics turned around and sent a bunch of codes to his minions.

The latter immediately opened the cargo compartment of the spaceship and dragged out a huge box with a height of more than 20 meters, a length of more than 300 meters, and a width of almost 150 meters.

Just as the figure king stared at the other with slightly curious eyes, the servant pressed the button bluntly.

Next Second......

The huge chest opened directly in place and disintegrated, revealing the dense density of creatures placed in the static force field.

From various elemental creatures, demons, angels, Yogros demons, necromancers, elves, dwarves, gnomes, halflings, as well as all kinds of magical creatures and monsters, to the representative specialties of the universe where Azeroth is located, the entire interior space is densely packed with various elemental creatures, demons, angels, eugros, necromancers, elves, dwarves, gnomes, halflings, and all kinds of magical creatures and monsters, to the representative specialties of the universe where Azeroth is located.

As described, none of them have been seen in the galaxy by Tarasin, and all of them are unique.

As an avid collector, he could not resist the temptation to immediately approach and inspect the precious collections, regardless of the dangers, to make sure that the precious specimens were still alive.

In particular, the huge dragons, as well as those otherworldly creatures and the demons of the Burning Legion, made the figure king, who has always been known for his politeness, elegance and calmness, a little out of shape.

It took hours for the guy to finally come to his senses from his excitement and obsession and confirm again, "Are these really gifts for me? No other strings attached?"

"Yes, no strings attached."

The leader of the Cult of the Dark Machines replied in the affirmative.

"Great! It seems that your master is indeed quite sincere. If you don't mind, can you tell me where these interesting pieces come from?"

Tarasin fiddled with the labels attached to the creatures, asking with interest.

His favorite thing to do is to write a full history of his new collection.

But these labels have very simple names and general descriptions, and there is no such thing as social structure, the development of civilization, daily life, racial talents, and so on.

This is an absolute torture for someone who is eager to learn about their collection.

"I'm sorry, but I'm just a messenger of the will of the Father of the Great New Phyrexia, and I don't know the message of these gifts.

If you want to know more, set a date and location.

The Blue Judge, Lord Jin-Gitaxias, will be there to meet you.

He will bring more and more valuable things in exchange with you."

With that, the leader of the Cult of the Dark Mechanics raised his head and looked at the figure king with his electronic eyes, as if waiting for a response.

"Deals? What do you want from me?"

Tarasin's interest was completely aroused by these never-before-seen creatures, and he was even full of anticipation for the next deal.

After all, the gifts alone are already so precious, you can imagine how many good things the other party has in their hands.

Without thinking, the leader of the Cult of the Dark Mechanic said, "The great Father of New Phyrexia wants to know all the secrets of the Star Gods. If he could, he would also like to get some shards of the Star God."

"Star God?!"

The figure king's voice rose sharply an octave.

Because this is the biggest secret of the entire space necromancer race

Secret, and at the same time taboo that is forbidden to mention.

"That's right, it's the Star God. You can go back and think about it, my ship is here on standby. When you decide to trade, you can always let me know when and where you are."

With the last word blurted out, the leader of the Cult of the Dark Mechanics bent down and politely bowed, then returned to the ship with his followers.

As a creature compleated by the oil, he has already fulfilled his mission, so he will never do anything more.

Staring at the slowly closing hatch, Tarasin stood still for a long time, not even putting away all the precious items as usual.

Without him, it's really that the star god is too sensitive.

While he did have a considerable number of Star God Shards in his hands, he wasn't sure if trading them to the owner of the oil was a wise choice.

You must know that Zuo Si is not a "young man" like Belisarius Kaul who can see through potential at a glance, but a mysterious existence that can pose a huge threat to the space necromantic race.

According to the information that the figure king has collected so far, it is basically 100% certain that the other party was not born in the galaxy, but came from outside the galaxy.

Maybe I should ask the Silent King Szarak for news?

This one, when he was in self-exile, had left the galaxy for the wider interstellar void, and even brought back news of the invasion of the Tyranids......

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