In the private lounge of the Fortitude, Machado, who was resting alone after the meeting, coughed a few times, and his hand wrapped around the gemstone bracelet trembled.

"How's it going?"

A hazy shadow appeared from behind the old man.

【…… Promised. 】

"On what terms?"

[Part of my psionic power.] 】

"......," the old man raised his eyes and glanced at Motarian, "That's all?" ”

That's all. 】

"Alright, got it," Makado waved his hand to signal Motarian to leave, and the figure in the fog didn't say anything, and just dissipated.

Machado struggled to sit down on the bench to rest, he raised his hand, and the door to the private lounge opened.

"You don't look very good."

The electronic audio sounded, and Macado coughed, "Expected." ”

Tarasin walked over naturally and sat down on the chair beside Makado, the door closed again,

"Thank you...... Concern for the Empire. ”

Makado said, and Tarasin laughed,

"Humans are quite an interesting race - I'm glad I woke up."

In the candlelight, Makado's eyes flashed,

"I don't think you're a race that likes to dominate."

Tarasin's hand to get the teacup stopped, and the Necro Overlord turned his head and looked at Machado,

"Not now," Mr. Tarasim said, "not at all." ”

Makado bowed slightly,

"Sorry for my presumptuousness."

Tarasin shrugged humanely, letting go of the topic, and the space necro raised his hand, and under his mech-clad fell a trumpet of Death Guard, which Tarasin teased with interest.

Machado watched in silence as Tarasim moved,

"What do you think of Motarian?"

"There's a lot of potential."

Tarasin rubbed the little Death Guard's head, and the little guy fainted directly, lying on the lap of the space necromancer,

"Awakening to the essence of subspace without losing your original personality - your ambitions are not small."

Machado closed his eyes,

"Human beings are psionic species, and they cannot become complete ...... after all"

"Physical Race."

Tarasin took Macardo's words,

"We were an accident."

Space Necronomicon said, "Another ending in the past, the end of abandoning the soul and getting rid of subspace completely." ”

Tarasin continued to touch the armor of the little Death Guard,

"There was no Nurgle, no Tzeentch, no ...... Subspace is much more stable than it is now. ”

"It's not what it used to be."

Macardo said, and the old man also picked up the teacup and took a sip,

“…… Times are different. ”

"As time goes on, the power of the four gods grows stronger," Tarasin said lightly, "they claim to be beyond time and space—complete nonsense, will they be able to reach the battle for heaven that year?" ”

Macardo stared at Tarasin and remained silent as the talkative space necro continued to rhetoric,

"Two nodes," said the Historian of Space Necrons, "the fall of the Elven Empire—the awakening of Slaanesh, and then the expansion of the Human Empire. ”

"No race with strong ties to the subspace has reached this level before you."

"The birth, expansion, and overthrow of the psionic race provided the power for the enhancement of the subspace, while the physical side ...... The captivity of those who exist weakens the physical world. ”

Tarasin picked up the teacup and drank the tea,

"Subspace can't continue to expand."

Makado stared at Tarasin, "Is this your attitude?" ”

"That's my attitude."

Tarasin laughed, "Those mediocre ones are still asleep in their graves, and they don't have the slightest idea of looking at this interesting world—but maybe I'm the outlier." ”

Tarasin lifted the sleeping little Death Guard, threw it to Machado and took out another one himself,

"No, I'm just a historian of history."

Tarasin vetoed his previous words,

"Do historians interfere with history?"

Makado stroked the sleeping cub and asked calmly,

Tarasin was silent for a long time before he spoke,

"I just want to do something, it's better than nothing."

The face of the space necrons lit up with a green light, and Tarasin swayed,

"If someone makes a mistake, someone needs to step in and stop it – I didn't know that back then – but unfortunately I can't remember that day anymore."

Did Tarasin resist during the reincarnation ceremony?

"I just don't want to see tragedy anymore."

Tarasin said absentmindedly, "Even if it is messed up, it will only be a matter of sleeping for me for another tens of thousands of years." ”

Machado sighed, and the old man's mood was not high,

"Thank you for your help, I understand, before the battle began, we really didn't expect it to be this record."

Tarasin laughed,

"If you're really grateful — well, I want the Mona Lisa."

Makado's hand holding the teacup shook,

"You can take it yourself."

"It's better to be right."

Machado raised his eyes, "You should probably covet something else, whether it's Hades' ability or Motarian's ability." ”

Tarasin let out a cry of disgust,

"Do they know that the Empire is selling them up?"

Macado admitted, "I knew it from the beginning. ”

Tarasin pondered for a moment,

"I understand what you mean, Hades can fuse the abilities of the Star God, as well as the Black Domain, the absolute physical side...... Motarian has the potential for life, which can allow us to ...... again."

If the Space Necrons wish to continue to be the overlord on the physical side, then they will definitely covet Hades' abilities, and if they wish to regain their souls, a guarantee from Mortarian may be a good choice.

At least the space necrons don't have the heart to go to the Nurgle Garden and snatch Isha right now.

Not to mention that the Elven Race and the Space Necrons are still mortal enemies.

Tarasin was silent, and eventually, Tarasin said lightly,

"It's my business, it's not about race."

"I just asked a friend to take refuge in me, and by the way, I admired the four gods of subspace."

"That's it?"

"That's it."

Machado let out a long sigh, "It's not like a politician. ”

"I'm just a historian, and besides—" Tarasin chuckled dryly, "you're not going to be happy to see a political confrontation between dynasties." ”

If Tarasim were to evaluate it himself, it would be based on the construction.

Macardo continued, "After this battle, I'll send the Mona Lisa over, no...... Just make a friend. ”

Tarasin stared at Makado,

"It's not a good idea to make friends with you right now."

Macado paused for a moment,

"Okay, got it, thanks for the reminder."

The old man said tiredly.

"I know...... I know the prophecy, and we all misunderstood. ”

Macardo coughed again, the old man waved his hand, and golden flames lit around the room,

"Distinguished guests of different races, make a contract, for the sake of the friendship of the [deceased]."

"And for the sake of the little death guards."

Tarasin held up the little one in his hand, "I'm now thinking about how to get Koraks some of Nurgle's authority - I can see why the Nurgle army loves Nurgle's spirits. ”

(End of chapter)