The Tomb World of Antrak, the center of power for the entire space necromantic race, is also the seat of the Last Three Holy Councils.

As soon as the Silent King Szarak publicly announced the end of his self-exile, his Three Holy Guards and other followers returned to re-establish his rule.

Hapsatra the Radiant and Mephisot the Hand of Shadow are the two Emperors chosen to speak in the place of the Silent King.

After all, the meaning of the title "King of Silence" is that the Lord of the Feared Dead never speaks, but the two Emperors beside him convey all the holy decrees.

Generally speaking, the Council of the Three Saints should be held by the three most powerful dynasties, the Emperors.

Contrary to this tradition, Skzarak chose the supreme rulers of two minor dynasties as his assistant.

Of course, with the collective transformation of the Death-Dreaded into space necrons, there is no point in talking about tradition anymore.

Because in the 60 million years of sleep, the memories of many space necrons have been confused to varying degrees, and some have simply turned into irrational madmen and monsters under the influence of the skinning curse.

Not to mention the fact that Szarak destroyed the "General Control Agreement" that allowed him to control the entire race after the end of the Battle of Heaven.

Legally, however, he is still the undisputed and legitimate supreme ruler of the Necrons, the last "Silent King", and the only "Silent King" today.

Although many nobles, overlords, and emperors expressed their dissatisfaction and condemnation of Szarak's return, no one dared to take the lead in revolting for the time being.

Even those who dared to raise doubts and objections were quickly taken away by the Three Holy Guards and never reappeared.

In short, the return of the Silent King has given the space necrons who had just woken up and fallen into chaos a tendency to reunite, at least on the surface.

But after losing absolute control of the general control agreement, it is not known what the emperors of the following dynasties are thinking and planning.

After all, during the period of the Fear of the Dead, this race had a strict hierarchy, and each dynasty was equivalent to a small prince, and had a strong independence in both politics and military.

The most powerful of these dynasties may have several small vassal dynasties, and these large dynasties will pledge allegiance to the Silent King under the coordination of an institution known as the Council of the Three Saints.

By the time they transformed into space necromancers, these systems were inherited almost perfectly.

Except for the general control agreement that Szarak has, which can force all the emperors and overlords of space necromancy to obey him, the rest are basically the same as before.

This also means that when the general control protocol is destroyed, those high-level space necrons who have retained their independent personality and thinking ability are suddenly completely free, and are no longer under any control.

The reason why the Sotek dynasty quickly fell into civil strife after waking up was that the emperor could not be awakened was certainly one of the important factors, but more importantly, the restrictions in the logical thinking of the overlords and lords were lifted, and they began to have a strong desire for power like ordinary intelligent creatures.

So the biggest problem facing the Silent King now is how to unite people's hearts so that all the dynasties are as obedient to him as they did during the Battle of Heaven.

To this end, he tried many methods, but with little success.

The long period of slumber has left many dynasties very withdrawn, reluctant to have too much contact with the outside world, and some have even ignored the orders issued by the Council of the Three Saints.

If the space necrons at the time of the Battle of Heaven were a strong, unified and common will whole, then the space necrons that woke up after the fortieth millennium were scattered and scattered, with large and small dynasties running their own ways, a bit of a scene of local warlords at the end of a huge empire when the central government lost its dominance.

In addition, Szarak also needs to deal with the "Great Devourer" Tyranid from beyond the galaxy, as well as the Chaos Gods and countless demons of the subspace.

So the situation and pressure he faced were not much worse than those of the Human Emperor.

The only difference is that even after tens of millions of years, the space necrons still have an overwhelming level of technology and technology, and can easily crush the galaxy

What a civilization.

And they are far from being as extreme, xenophobic, and brutal as the Human Empire, and they clearly want to exterminate all other alien races and monopolize the entire galaxy.

Rather, as long as they acknowledge the dominance of the space necrons and show submission, they can continue to exist as vassals.

This is very similar to the extinct Old Saints.

The Silent King himself was a man of honor and nobility, even notifying the opponent of the exact time and place before the battle, leaving plenty of time to allow the opponent to retreat.

Yes, you read that right.

This guy even issued the "Honor War Decree", which prohibits the use of those so-called "unseemly", "immoral", and "dishonorable" forbidden weapons and technologies in the war within the galaxy.

Because what he wants to rule is not a galaxy that has fallen into dead silence, but a prosperous galaxy with the diversity of life and civilization.

This also means that Szarak also needs to consider the opponent's situation when starting a war, and fight until the opponent can recognize the power and invincibility of the space necromancer, but at the same time will not collapse on its own because of a fiasco.

At this moment, this ancient king was sitting in his place, looking at the latest information sent back by his subordinates.

He knew it would not be easy to reunite the entire race, but he never regretted that he had broken the agreement in the first place, and even felt a strong sense of guilt for his fellow citizens, and was still immersed in pain and remorse even after 60 million years.

If he hadn't signed a contract with the Star God, the souls of the Dreadnosaur race would not have completely disappeared into the cursed form it is now.

So giving back his free will to his fellow citizens is the only little redemption he can do at the moment.

"The Great Silent King, the overlord of the Nehilak dynasty and the ruler of the world of the Tombs of Solemnas, Tarasin has come to visit."

A Three Holy Guard walked in from the outside, bowed gracefully, and reported to the monarch to whom he was loyal.

"Tarasin?"

Hearing the "thunderous" name, a very noticeable frown appeared on Szarak's face, which was made of the highest grade active metal.

Because the reputation of the "Figure King" is too notorious among the space necromancers.

In particular, the attempt to steal the Storm King's Scepter from Immotek was caught red-handed, and then he was ordered to permanently ban Mandragula, the throne world of Imotek, which caused a stir within the space necromancer.

Many emperors, overlords, and lords who still followed the aristocratic etiquette of the ancient Fear of the Dead period expressed strong disdain for Tarasin.

Not to mention the nasty jokes he made with Orikan the astrologer.

In fact, the figure king is not only an outlier in the eyes of other races, but also an outlier in the eyes of his own people.

His existence fully demonstrates how much work a highly intelligent life with an infinite lifespan can do to pass the time when it is boring.

However, Szarak did not hate Tarasin, and even felt that this compatriot exhibited some traits that only living people have.

For example, the ability to appreciate art, the protection of cultural relics with a certain historical value, and the sense of joy and humor that other space necrons do not have at all.

The most important thing is that this guy seems to have social, and he can talk to anyone, not at all like other people who have gradually become confused and stubborn because of the loss of memory, life goals and identity.

After a moment of silence, the Silent King raised his head and asked the Three Holy Guards, "Could it be that Tarasin has taken a fancy to something and wants to steal this time?"

The latter hurriedly shook his head: "I'm sorry, I don't know. However, he repeatedly promised not to do anything rude, and stressed that there was something very important to report to you, including the oil and its owner."

"What?!"

Szarak jerked himself up from his throne, the green light in his eyes skyrocketing.

self

Ever since Zuo Si started working on the small space necromantic dynasties, he had been focusing on something he had never seen before, and was convinced that it was a huge threat to the space necrons who had lost their souls and were left with only mechanical bodies.

Unless it can be completely isolated at the level of space and dimension, once it is contaminated, even if it is contaminated, I am afraid that it will definitely not be spared.

Fortunately, the Star God Fragment seems to be able to restrain the oil to some extent.

And the most important thing that space necromancers lack is the Star God Fragment.

At this moment, the throne of the Silent King was inlaid with a large fragment of the Star God with an ecstatic expression.

But even so, he was still very wary of Zuo Si, the ruler of the oil, and was always eager to learn more about the secrets through various channels.

Unfortunately, all the spies sent to Tours, the capital of the Bottas Star District, disappeared into thin air.

Szarak didn't even know if they had been captured after being exposed, or if they had been infested with oil and were no longer among the space necrons.

After a long silence, he instructed the Three Holy Guards who were waiting in place, "Bring Tarasin in."

The latter nodded and turned away as soon as he received the order, and a few minutes later, the figure king appeared in front of the throne, a symbol of supreme power.

An elegant and polite gentleman (at least as he thought he was), Tarasin followed the ancient tradition of the Fear of the Dead to bow to the Silent King before beginning to show his distinctive sense of humor.

"Allow me, O great and supreme King of Silence, to you with the highest respect.

You must believe that my previous actions were purely motivated by the protection of the precious relics of the entire race.

It has absolutely nothing to do with greed.

It's not to satisfy my own little unknown quirks.

As long as you give me the order, I am willing to donate my entire museum."

I have to say that the words of the figure king are so many slots that people don't know where to start spitting out.

But fortunately, Szarak has experienced the transformation from a feared death to a space necromancer, followed by the battle of heaven and smashed all the star gods who devoured his soul, and has already experienced countless big scenes, so no matter how outrageous things are, he can keep a serious face.

He simply ignored the rhetorical language and asked bluntly, "You said you had important news to report to me about the oil and its owner?"

Tarasin put away his hippie smile and nodded thoughtlessly, "That's right.

In fact, I made contact with the messenger sent by the other side.

They even gave me some unique and precious collections.

And these creatures have never appeared before in the galaxy.

You're the only one of your entire race to explore beyond the galaxy, and you've even carved out a large territory.

I think you might be able to figure out where each other came from these creatures."

After that, the figure king directly released the images of those creatures from other universes, as well as the information he had obtained from his research these days, including genetic coding and memories extracted from his brain.

With the efficient data transmission of space necromancers, Szarak was able to input all the information into his central processing unit in just 0/01 of a second, and read it at a speed that ordinary creatures simply couldn't match.

It took about three or five seconds for him to say in an emotionless tone, "I've never seen any of these creatures, and I've even found similar genetic structures. Obviously, the owner of the oil comes from a very distant place, maybe even a universe outside the universe."

"So he's using this gift to show me who he is and how sincere he wants to make a deal?"

There was some inexplicable excitement in Tarassin's tone.

Because for him, an old monster who has lived for an unknown number of years, the huge galaxy at the moment has long been like his own backyard, and there are no secrets at all, and it is full of everything

Repulsion of boring, boring and repetitive things.

If it weren't for the fact that there were still some young freshman races that could bring some challenge and fun, I would have been bored to death.

But now, something he had never seen or even heard of was placed in front of him, and the indescribable freshness instantly gave him the illusion that he was still alive.

"Maybe, maybe not. It depends on the purpose of the other party. What is the purpose of his gift to you?" The Silent King continued.

Without thinking, the figure king replied, "It has something to do with the star gods. He longed to know all the secrets of the Star Gods, including how we killed Randugor the Skinner, and how we smashed the other Star Gods to pieces. On top of that, he also wants to trade to get some Star God shards."

"Transaction?"

Szarak keenly grasped a key word.

"Yes, deal.

I surveyed the minor dynasties that had been devoured by the oil, and found that one of them was recorded in the database as having a Star God Shard.

So if nothing else, it should be that the owner of the oil got the fragment of the star god and took a strong interest in it.

In addition to that, I also found some extremely fast probes near Saranoga, an outsider near the outer reaches of the galaxy."

Tarasin told all the information he had.

You must know that he is not just concerned with his own collection, but also doing a lot of serious things, including using the Star God Fragments at hand to obtain information about the Great Galactic Rift.

"Are you sure that the owner of the oil is not a star god 100 percent?"

Szarak made the final confirmations in a serious tone.

"Yes, I'm very sure. Because he has displayed powerful psionic magic in public more than once, and has even trained a group of psionic mages with the same strength. This is something that the Star God will never be able to do."

The figure king pondered for a moment and quickly gave assurances.

With the end of the Plague War, many changes in subspace have reached his ears through various channels.

For example, Nurgle, one of the four chaos gods, was killed, and then the new goddess of death was on the throne.

Since Robert Killiman was an eyewitness at the time, and he told the people he trusted about what happened afterwards, he could get an idea of what happened with a little attention.

Hearing this explanation, the Silent King finally stopped hesitating, and commanded bluntly, "I now authorize you to contact the other party, and if necessary, you can throw them a few Star God Shards, and it is extremely important to find out the origin and intentions of the other party. My treasury is at your disposal if necessary."

"Rest assured, I won't let you down."

Tarasin was so happy that he almost didn't jump.

Because it means that he can get many new and unknown collections in the trade, and even regain his soul and body as a real life.

By capturing and observing New Phyrexian creations, the figure king has found that these things are either purely mechanical or mixed with flesh and blood.

One of them is like oneself without a soul but with intelligence, and the other is one with a separate and complete soul.

This means that the owner of the oil seems to have the power to give souls to creation!

As a fellow researcher of oil, Szarak knew what Tarasin was thinking, and immediately reminded, "Don't forget the tricks we have been given! There is nothing in this world that can be easily obtained without paying a price, let alone something as precious as the soul."

The figure king replied with a wry smile, "Of course I do. But that's our only hope at the moment, isn't it?"

"That's why we're extra vigilant. The last time the star god was also throwing out the only hope as a decoy when we were in despair. Promise me not to do anything you don't know, I don't want to kill you with my own hands one day."

The Silent King exuded a strong killing intent as he said this, and it was clearly not a joke.

After all, what a person who has made a mistake fears most is that one day they will repeat it.

There is no doubt that the trade invitation sent by Zuo Si has caused quite a stir within the space necromancer, and it can even be said that it has caused a huge split.

Some of the overlords, emperors, and nobles who were fed up with the endless emptiness thought that if they could regain their souls and flesh and blood, they would regain the sense of loss like real life.

Others believe that they have paid such a huge price to obtain eternal life, why should they miss the short-lived and fragile flesh and blood of the fearful.

It turns out that the Silent King was a huge mistake when he destroyed the Master Control Protocol in the first place.

Accustomed to the trillions of necromantic legions of space necromancers that can tear apart enemies with a single command, he has apparently forgotten how complex human nature is, and that there can never be only one voice and thought in a large social group.

In the midst of the chaos of chicken feathers, the first meeting between Tarasin and Jin-Gitaxia finally began on some unknown and desolate moon.

For some unknown reason, neither side made much fanfare, and they didn't even bring a few retinues, and those who didn't know thought they were old friends.

As everyone knows, what they sent was not their own body, but a replica created separately.

Among them, the figure king does not know which unlucky space necromancer body it occupies, and there are almost dozens of clones hidden in the surrounding extra-dimensional, ready to deal with possible surprise attacks.

Jin-Gitaxias is no slouch either, its seemingly inconspicuous body is full of technology and ruthlessness from the inside out, and can overload the oil engine into a terrifying killing machine at any time if you want to.

But the interesting thing is that neither of them showed their inner vigilance, but began to greet each other politely.

"It is a pleasure for you to accept our trade request, Your Excellency Tarasin. I've heard you're a humorous and well-mannered person, but I now know what it means to hear rather than see."

Jin-Gitaxia has shown a high level of emotional intelligence and conversation skills that are very different from usual.

Although he always has a cold and impersonal mean impression on weekdays, especially when it comes to researchers who lack talent or always fail to produce results, he never gives a good face.

But that doesn't mean that the Blue Judge is a guy with a high IQ and low emotional intelligence.

Quite the opposite!

Because he can easily see through other people's inner thoughts, he can actually talk in a way that makes people feel like a spring breeze.

It's just that I don't bother to waste time on "inconsequential waste".

The figure king replied very politely, "That's so kind, Your Excellency Jin-Gitaxias. From your azure eyes, I can already feel the boundless wisdom. By the way, I really liked the gifts from His Excellency Soth before."

"If you like it, if you like it. You know, the great Father of New Phyrexia has put a lot of thought into preparing them."

As soon as he mentioned his master, Jin-Gitaxia immediately exuded unconcealed fanaticism and adoration.

"The Father of New Phyrexia refers to the Lord Tsoth?" Tarasin cautiously probed.

"Yes and no."

Jin-Gitaxias deliberately put on a mysterious look.

"Can you please explain?"

Tarasin was clearly very interested in this.

Because although he had heard the name "New Phyrexia" more than once, he didn't know exactly what it meant, only that it was a force built on the foundation of oil.

Jin-Gitaxias grinned and replied, "The Father of the New Phyrexians who appeared in this universe was not himself, but merely an incarnation made of oil. His true essence is far away in another universe, and he has powers that no one can imagine."

"Just a doppelganger?"

The figure king's body was visibly stiffened for a moment.

Because it reminded him of the hive will of the "Great Devourer" Tyranid.

"Yes, just a clone.

The great Father of New Phyrexia could create more whenever he wanted to.

So don't be careful, he has no ill will towards you and the universe, and he is not as evil and greedy as the Star God.

It won't spread chaos like the subspace evil gods.

Look at the order and prosperity he has spent more than a hundred years building in this galaxy of darkness and despair."

As he said this, Jin Gitaxias spread out his arms and showed the vast star region ruled by Zuo Si through the technological equipment on his body.

Seeing this scene, Tarasin revealed a very complicated look in his eyes.

Because even from the perspective of space necromancy, I have to admit that this is indeed the last pure land in the 40th millennium galaxy.

In fact, he had long been observing these planets of utopia and idealism, and had thought that this naïve way of ruling would sooner or later collapse due to the greed and selfishness of human nature.

But instead of collapsing, the results are moving in a better direction.

Especially after being isolated from the corrosion of subspace, those ordinary people who have no pressure to survive at all do not sink in pleasure, but devote more energy to study, work and create inventions.

Absolutely fair and open and transparent systems inspire a natural desire for social proof.

And the only way to obtain it is through the individual's contribution to society.

Although this positive cycle is very fragile, if it is not protected by the incarnation of oil, or cannot provide a good living security for a huge population, the whole society will immediately degenerate, and even become a human purgatory overnight.

But the problem is that as long as Zuo Si's oil incarnation is still there, then it can really be maintained until it is old.

This strange sense of contradiction is really the first time that the figure king has lived for so many years.

After a few seconds of silence, he suddenly changed his words: "Let's talk about the deal. If I'm not mistaken, Lord Soth wants to get secrets and fragments about the Star God from us, right?"

"Of course, that's the biggest purpose of my trip. And I've prepared a very sincere gift."

Jin-Gitaxias obviously didn't care about the other party's little trick to change the subject, and directly waved his hand to signal his entourage to move a sealed box over, and opened it with his own hands.

Moment!

Dense small bottles with a ghostly glow appeared in the sight of the figure king.

"It's ......"

Tarasin used a scanner to quickly scan the liquid in the bottle, but did not analyze the exact ingredients.

And he didn't understand that he was already a metal rib, so what was the use of these liquids that seemed to need to be taken orally or injected.

Jin-Gitaxia directly took out one of the bottles, opened the seal with fingers as sharp as a sickle, and handed it over: "Here, please try it."

As far as I know, you often feel very empty and painful because you have lost your soul but you have retained your memories.

The role of this potion is to impart perception, so that you can regain what you have lost in a short time.

It originates from the Light Moth of the plane of Mirrodin.

Later, we improved and strengthened it with subspace oil.

With just one serving, you can enjoy the good life as if you were alive for at least a week."

"It gives me perception and emotional ?!!!."

Tarasin's tone revealed unparalleled shock and disbelief.

Because this is definitely something that all space necrons dream of.

After all, the source of their emptiness and pain lies in the fact that they know the taste of food and the joys, sorrows and sorrows brought by emotional ups and downs, but now it is

I can't feel anything.

If this feeling can be obtained again, then this terrible defect that pervades the whole race will be greatly alleviated at once.

"That's right. Trust me, you'll fall in love with it once you taste it. Come on, what are you waiting for?" Jin-Gitaxia urged proudly.

"Then I'll be disrespectful."

With the attitude of giving it a try, the figure king raised his head and poured down an entire bottle of liquid that emitted a ghostly glow.

Anyway, it's just a clone, and it doesn't matter if it's scrapped.

As the liquid flows down the metal mouth into the body, it begins to evaporate in less than a second.

It didn't take long for Talashin to feel a strange and familiar feeling gradually welling up in his heart.

The first is the cold, the biting cold.

Because the satellite at the place of the transaction has been kept above minus 50 degrees Celsius for many years.

This was followed by a deep sadness that cannot be described in words, as if the emotions that had been suppressed for many years suddenly came up and completely lost control.

Before the figure king could react to what was happening, the mechanical body he controlled began to twitch slightly involuntarily, and then let out a voice like a nervous disorder of crying and laughing.

"Woooooooooooo

Hahaha!

Damn it!

I...... What's wrong with me?

What have you done to me?"

Tarasin shouted hoarsely.

Jin-Gitaxias replied unhurriedly: "I haven't done anything, it's just that your own emotions that have been suppressed for 60 million years and accumulated for 60 million years are out of control.

It's human nature.

If you are not a real being, let alone a soul, if you are a normal human or a spirit, you should have a mental breakdown and go crazy by this time.

Well, are you still happy with this potion?"

It's a pity that Tarasin is obviously unable to answer any questions at the moment, and even his absolutely rational logical thinking has become chaotic due to the impact of strong emotions.

That is, the space necrons can't really cry, otherwise they would have burst into tears a long time ago.

However, he did not have any dissatisfaction with this, but enjoyed this long-lost irrationality that only real life can have, and once again experienced the feeling of being alive.

Even if the feeling is a great deal of pain and sorrow.

After a full two or three hours, the figure king slowly recovered, looked at the empty bottle in his hand, and the little liquid left at the bottom of the bottle, took a deep breath and sighed, "What a great invention and creation! What Szarak the Silent King has been longing for has been easily fulfilled by you. Say, what do you want to get it for?"

"It's simple, I want all the secrets of the Star God."

Jin-Gitaxias made a no-nonsense offer.

Since he learned the biggest weakness of the space necromancer from Zuo Si, he personally led the team to develop this potion that can make the other party regain perception and emotion.

In fact, back in the days when the Mirrodin plane had not yet been infected by the glittering oil, the energy absorbed by the light moth there could have a similar effect, and even give the user the illusion that the flow of time around them slowed down.

It's just that it's only useful for living beings.

Later, with the addition of Subspace Oil, new potions were able to impart emotions and perceptions to creatures like constructs and undead.

Because the subspace glittering oil, after entering the soulless intelligent creation, will temporarily give it a faint soul light.

When this bit of soul light is consumed, it will naturally return to its original state.

"I can give you the secrets of the Star God, but only if you give us the technology to make such things."

Tarasin followed suit with a quid pro quo.

As the overlord of the space necromancy, he was well aware of the importance of this potion to his own race, and simply could not accept it being in the hands of outsiders.

Otherwise one

Once other emperors, overlords and nobles take it, they will inevitably become addictive, and then become an Achilles heel held in the hands of the other party.

"No problem. In fact, I brought with me a full set of manufacturing equipment, as well as the corresponding recipes. But there's one thing you need to take from the sea of oil in subspace."

As he spoke, Jin-Gitaxia handed over a boxy box.

The figure king recognized at a glance that this thing contained some kind of extradimensional space technology, and gently pressed the gem button on it.

Next Second......

The palm-sized box begins to expand at a speed visible to the naked eye, until it becomes a huge, fully automated assembly line.

In the recipe list, he saw subspace oil and psionic energy.

"What I just drank was actually a mixture of psionic energy and a special glistening oil?"

Tarasin was stunned.

Because the entire race of space necrons has no good feelings for subspace, and even has an inexplicable hostility and hatred.

After all, in their understanding, subspace had long been bound to the old enemy Gu Sheng.

Jin-Gitaxias smiled and asked, "Or else?

What else do you think can give a soulless machine perception and emotion?

Only the power of the soul can bring back to life the lost husk.

And in this universe, the most accessible soul power is in the sea of souls in the subspace.

Don't worry, it won't be corrupting you or your people.

Because energy is energy, without any additional attributes."

The figure king's eyes flickered wildly, as if weighing the pros and cons of this potion, and finally nodded, "Okay, I admit that what you came up with is very convincing, and the deal is done." Here, this is all the secrets we know about the Star God."

With the last word blurted out, he handed the praetor a storage device unique to space necromancers.

Jin-Gitaxias took it and immediately plugged it into his body, read all the additions with great speed, and then asked in great surprise, "Your method of killing the Star God is to erase it from time?"

"Yes, this is the only known way to kill the Star God.

No, it can't be called killing, it just erases their sense of self.

Because Landugore the Skinner is not really dead, the rules of the real universe he represents are still influencing some of my compatriots.

In other words, the star god is the embodiment of the rules of the universe and cannot be killed at all.

And even if he loses consciousness, the remaining hatred is enough to cause a terrible curse.

That's why, after killing Landugor the Skinner, the Silent King never killed the second Star God, but broke them and sealed them."

Tarasin explained as he put away the huge assembly line factory and turned it back into a small box in his hand.

Just from the creation in his hand, he could tell that the other party's level of technology was no worse than that of the space necromancer.

Especially in the realm of space and dimension, it is simply surpassed.

"I see!"

Jin Gitaxias showed a thoughtful expression, and then regained his composure again in a very short time, staring at the long strip of energy that the figure king was carrying, and tentatively said, "Is there a Star God Fragment here?"

"yes, that's right. There are a dozen or thirty Star God Shards here. As long as you can come up with enough chips, I can hand them all over."

As he said this, Tarasin's tone clearly revealed a strong excitement and excitement.

Because under the effect of the potion, he began to be able to experience real mood swings, instead of the previous simulation that was purely based on logical algorithms.

"Hehe, then it looks like I'm going to have to come up with something good."

As he spoke, Jin-Gitaxia took out a small vial of golden divine energy from his bosom.

The figure king was immediately attracted after just one glance, and asked in a slightly trembling voice, "What's here?" I felt a surge of stellar energy!"

"Divine blood!

The blood of a god from another universe who was wounded!

As long as anyone can crack and absorb the divine power and divinity contained in it, they will have the opportunity to become a god above all living beings!

Note that I am not referring to the conceptual gods of the subspace that are born out of mortal emotions, but to the true gods who can retain their own consciousness and soul.

On top of that, it only takes a drop of divine blood for a soulless machine to regain its soul.

Well, how many Star God Shards do you think it can be exchanged for?"

Jin Gitaxia gently shook the divine blood in the bottle in his hand, and his tone was naked and undisguised with playfulness and banter.

He obviously completely grasped the pain point of the space necromancy, and planned to give the other party a good boost here.

Similarly, the figure king Tarasin also realized this, and stared at the divine blood for a long time without opening his mouth to make any response.

At this moment, no matter how stupid he was, he realized that the other party knew what his race longed for most from the beginning, and made targeted arrangements.

But the problem is that there is no way for him to refuse such a deal......

Free to read.