To say that it is not impressed, it is false.

Tarasin, ruler of the world of the Tombs of Solemnas, director of the Solemnas Museum, figure king, figure picker, history buff, mediocre passerby.

For a moment, he pondered the possibility of collecting an original.

The purpose of Tarassin's trip was not the Primordial Body—he had a larger purpose, and the sleeping Lord awaited him, like an alluring piece of unowned gold, a large, brilliant diamond.

What's more, Hades is worth more than that...... Regarding Hades, about the others he implicated, Tarasin had his own agenda.

The cunning space overlord was standing on a larger chessboard, and for the Necruncromancer who had been sleeping for thousands of years, the history of humanity was nothing more than a matter of time for a great rebellion that would tear apart the galaxy, but that was humanity's business - he just needed to make sure that the subspace and the physical world were not out of balance.

He is righteous, this galaxy needs order, and the subspace should not be too involved in the order of the physical world, and this world cannot accommodate another subspace god.

The Lord of Humanity must not ascend to the gods, and with the subspace size of the human race, the Lord of Darkness will once again set off an unimaginable subspace storm.

On the other hand, out of his own will, he was willing to give Hades a helping hand - even if he didn't have that special physique, he had an interesting and deep soul in him that would make Tarasin feel good.

A funny and honest interracial friend who needs this collection.

Of course...... And that's not all.

But this plan will be longer, with thousands of years as the ruler and the revival of the race as the grand wish.

Claiming to be alive, Tarasin wanted to make a try.

He won't lose anything, it's a big deal that he falls into a deep sleep again.

Tarasin pondered, the light on his face flashing at a frequency that mimicked the flickering frequency of the human mechanical sage, and he "looked" at the vigilant Koraks behind him, feeling his love of history burning.

Each Primal is unique, but there is always one that fascinates Tarasin even more.

He hadn't paid any attention to Corax before, but as he came into contact with the Primordial, the subconscious equal-waiting Primordial attracted Tarasin's attention.

The Fear of the Dead, the predecessor of the Space Necromancy, is a highly centralized race, the overlords enjoy everything, and the leader on the highest throne has the power to decide the fate of the entire race.

It was the Silent King's assertiveness that allowed the Death-Dreaders to step into the river of tragedy that transformed into space necromancers.

The Lord of Silence has heeded the deception of the Star God and transformed the Death-Dreaders into fleshless space necrons who have no soul, cannot die, and have no new life - they have completely failed as a race, simply because there are no new bloods to join.

As for the memory of the day he was transformed into a space necromancer, Tarasin could no longer remember.

Did he resist that day? He must have rebelled, but he must have been useless - a highly totalitarian society does not tolerate anything to the contrary.

Tarasin had wondered if ...... If the original Fearless, the Silent King, was a being who could listen to the advice of other Death-Fearers, or if the society of the Death-Fearing was not highly centralized, wouldn't their end be so cold?

He didn't know that Tarasin could only subconsciously touch his hard fingertips, and the touch on his soul had long since disappeared,

Tarasin's sensors were faithfully relaying Koraks's actions to him, and the Primordial was even subconsciously willing to help him, and the Primordial was trying to shield Tarasin from the enemy's gaze as much as possible, perhaps thinking that this was his battlefield, the Primordial's battlefield.

Tarasin was acutely aware that Corax would do the same, even if it wasn't him, but any of the Raven Guards or Koraks' men.

Tarasin felt his own stirring mind, and he admired this kind of being—until now, Tarasin thought, and perhaps this was why he respected and admired Hades, who was the same kind of person as Corax.

No...... No...... Hades is a little more interesting, but the historical value of Corax is enough to impress Tarasin.

This is a collection that fits well in the center of the human exhibition hall, shining a spotlight on it, standing on high ground, and posing to follow his charging posture.

Even if Corax itself looks shady – Tarasin might need to make some adjustments to the lighting, or put the Raven Lord in a shady corner? Tarasin struggled.

He'd better also gather some of the Raven Guards who follow Korax, the Mortal Auxiliaries, to place by Korax's side.

A sneer rang out, abruptly pulling back Tarassin's thoughts on how to place the new exhibits—no, not now, not now.

He can't pick up and take away a piece from a chessboard in progress.

You should be a little patient, Tarasin, the space necro thinks.

Wait until the game is over and the lights go out,

He did it again.

As a passing messenger of justice who has helped humanity, Tarasin believes that the Lord of Humanity will not be so narrow-minded.

It's just borrowing it back and swinging it.

[Can you keep up?] 】

Koraks's whisper spilled onto Tarasin's red robes, and Tarasin shook his head as he recalled the top speed of his body.

His sturdiest shell could not disguise itself as a mechanical sage, and Tarasin chose only one that was closest to a sage.

【…… Predictable. 】

Tarasin stared at Corax, the primordial almost bowed like a raven, ready to attack, Corax was nervous right now, and he subconsciously made his body swell as much as possible, like some kind of demonstration.

This gesture is also very suitable for posing as an exhibit.

Tarasin thought that he knew what was going to happen next, that his sensors were telling him that everything was in time, so he wasn't nervous at all, and his exhibits would be intact.

In one piece, enter his pavilion.

Unlike the laid-back Taracin beside him, Colax subconsciously swallowed his saliva, staring nervously at him, Koraks' eyes split, and the blasphemous image made him almost cry.

He saw his brother Alpha.

In the pool of blood, the pitch-black claw that could barely be called a hand stretched out, with a sky-high blood, and the coarse ore climbed on the arm like brass scales, and the blood slowly flowed down from the ravines of the scales.

Corax didn't understand—he couldn't understand—this was a picture that no one with a conscience would tolerate—that it was a thoroughly depraved soul.

But deep down, what Corax couldn't accept even more was that his soul was faintly resonating with this rough drawing of hell.

The black pupils of the original body were dilated, and Corax suppressed his instinct with his own reason, run, run away, don't think about anything else,

It's hell that magnifies the gullies of desire.

The tip of his nose smelled the smell of decay, and the rotting monster behind him was vomited out of the cocoon, and Corax felt his cold hairs blow up one by one, and for a moment, he seemed to be unable to move, and the abdomen of the original body impaled by Horus ached violently, and Corax was convinced that there was a force here that he could not see, and they were staring at him, pressuring his soul.

However, the sage beside him moved, and he watched as Tarasin took a slight step back.

Koraks, you need to pull yourself together.

The original body thought that there is more than one here, and you are not the only one you need to save.

【……】

The original let out a painful gasp, and his lips moved—

[Three. 】

The whisper of the original body was pronounced at this moment, and Tarasin felt his body float up!

The technology from the space necromancy didn't even react for a moment, the sensors beeped, and Tarasin magically found himself "flying".

Corax was on the run, the Great Sage in one hand, and he galloped and fled, trying to avoid his fallen brother.

The speed of the original body was indeed beyond Tarasin's imagination.

Tarasin reaffirmed his determination to collect Corax, and he recorded this rare image of being carried by the original body to fly will be unique in this galaxy.

Corax gasped, he ran, he heard their roars, his eyes began to blur, the road ahead became hazy and blurred, the original let out a furious cry like a trapped beast, his other hand clenched the three-headed power whip, he listened to the wild laughter of the alpha behind him, he couldn't believe that the alpha was faster than him.

[Go to the Khan!] 】

Colax roared, he aimed at the corridor in the distance, and threw Tarasin out, his eyes becoming more and more hazy, where something happened that Corax could not understand,

But there was no time to react to this, and Corax jerked his hand, and the power whip made a crisp collision with the tomahawk flying towards him!

The whip took a lot of force off him, but even so, Corax felt his arm tingle from the force.

Your opponent is me. 】

The Raven Lord stood there and said calmly, waiting for his foe, the power whip in his hand lit up with an arc of electricity.

He stared at the two beings - were they still alive? Can he kill the dead? Corax was silent.

Delay a little longer, the original thought, and then he found another chance to get out of here.

The white mist obscured Tarasin's direction, and Koraks gritted his teeth, if Tarasin could be trusted, then he at least hoped that Tarasin would be able to leave.

A sage who couldn't have been involved in the war between the primordials, Corax thought.

He raised his whip and looked at his enemies as if they were dead.

——————————

Tarasin, who slammed into the ground, struggled to raise his head—

And he saw a pair of feet, a pair of feet stained with the ashes of dead leaves,

"This way, please."

Tarasin's electronic voice spoke dryly, his composure seemed to fade, and the Space Necron pointed behind him, and in front of him, Motarian, who looked visibly on his way, stopped, and the Pale Lord stared at him with an unkind face.

+？ +

Motarian let out a puzzled voice.

All right!

(End of chapter)