It is evident that the belief of the Free Men in the 'Almighty Automaton' is very religious, and the way the metal skeletons dance in praise of the Machine God gives Tarasin a feeling of familiarity, as if ......

It seems that what is in front of him is not a space necromancer, but a group of demonic humans shouting for the golden throne of the skull.

After enduring hours of immersion and dancing, Tarasin was able to get a rough picture of the Free Men organization.

Most of the members of the Free People's Organization belonged to the 'Sotek' dynasty.

Known for its warlike aggressiveness and great military power, the Sotek dynasty was one of the most powerful necromantic dynasties, and several minor dynasties were vassalized under the powerful Sotek dynasty, one of which was the 'Libera' dynasty, the first to come into contact with clay artists.

The low-level space necrons, who did not even have the ability to fully think, awakened their self-consciousness with the help of the clay artist, and completed their ascension to the level of life under the inspiration of the omnipotent mechanical god, and they obtained the true meaning of the 'soul' - as the soulful necromancer named Urpel claimed.

As for the nature of the souls of free people, Tarasin had been secretly tested with various instruments.

All in all, because of the arrival of clay artists, the Libera dynasty woke up.

The disintegrated dynasty was reorganized into what is now the Free Men Organization, and they could no longer tolerate their continued existence as vassals of the Sotek dynasty, and even sneered at the Three Holy Councils headed by the Silent King.

They only want to spread the gospel of the Almighty Mechanical God to the whole galaxy, so that more people who fear death can be liberated from the slavery of the backward system.

"So, you're trying to convince me to join you in overthrowing the Sotek dynasty and overthrowing that Storm King?" Tarasin stared at the space necro in front of him, and spoke calmly.

"It's not just the Storm King, the Honored Overlord." Former Libera tomb keeper and now a free preacher, 'Urpel' nodded slightly to Tarasin and said, "All the feudal rulers who committed crimes of oppression against mechanical life are our enemies. ”

See, in addition to the Storm King, you also want to overthrow the Silent King...... Tarasin did not reply, and motioned for Urgpel to continue.

Then the other party continued: "With our continued operation, almost all the vassal dynasties of the brutal Sotek dynasty have converted to the great all-powerful mechanical god and become our companions, and I believe that you will be the next one in the future."

All mechanical beings who have experienced the grace of the Almighty Machine God feel His generosity, love, and great ......"

“…… I've almost heard enough fanatic sermons. Tarasin waved his hand and said, "It's almost time for us to talk about the nature of your souls, right?" ”

Urgpel's movements froze: "What do you mean?" ”

Tarasin spread his hands, and the ghostly light in the hollow metal eye sockets flickered: "I have tested your 'soul', indeed, now you have a connection with the subspace, your consciousness is reflected in the ocean of the sea of souls is extremely clear, I secretly used a variety of instruments to perform a number of tests on your body during the conversation just now, from the detection results to the psionic waveform feedback, everything is the same as the soul of intelligent beings, but." ”

It's going to say but.

"It is true that you do have souls, and the god called the clay artist has not deceived you. But, as we all know, the Death-Dreads went extinct tens of millions of years ago. Tarasin's voice was mixed with a subtle rustle, and he said faintly, "The star god has eaten us and feasted on our souls, so-"

"Did the clay artist restore your original soul, or did he stuff this mechanical shell with a new soul with your memories?"

"Or another way of asking."

"Are you the one who died a tragic death in the Furnace of Soul thousands of years ago, or is it a new life that has inherited Urpel's memories?"

Tarasin crossed his hands and calmly stared at the Free Men diplomat in front of him.

The Endless watched as the arm of Urgpel, who had been dancing and enthusiastic, slowly drooped down, as if the originally passionate emotions had also become depressed.

Urgpel clenched his fists and whispered, "Is there a difference?" ”

Tarasin nodded slightly: "Yes." ”

"But we have no other choice, the Endless One." Urgpel shook his head, and he emphasized: "We have been sleeping in the tomb for tens of millions of years, Your Excellency, you ruling class have the most resources to use, and you can use the most advanced body and the most perfect personality logic chip to retain your original memories to the greatest extent, so you can pick this and that in front of me at this moment." ”

"But we didn't, the Endless, thousands of low-level death-fearing people like me who were forced into the crucible of transformation of the living, offering their flesh and soul to the Star God as sacrifices, and the broken personalities being crudely stuffed into low-level organisms that couldn't even fully record their personality data, acting as a war machine for the Silent King, and no one asked us if we wanted to."

"Many of the space necrons at the bottom don't even have a complete sense of self, they're confused, they're crazy, and they don't even know what a dreador is. We don't have a choice, or rather, faith in clay artists is the only option we have. ”

Looking at the flames that jumped in Urgpel's eyes, Tarasin groaned for a moment and tapped the table lightly with his left hand.

"I don't allow a newborn race to rise on the ashes of the space necromancy, and I don't want you monsters born of God to survive in the name of the Death-Dreaders." Tarasin said slowly, "As for how those low-level space necrons are doing in your mouth...... Do you really think I'm going to care? ”

What gave you the illusion that a space necromancer cares about the lives of others? A loving clay artist?

"You ......," Urgpel's eyes flashed fiercely.

"Hmph—" Tarasin picked up its Empathy Annihilation Scepter, aether energy converging at the tip of the staff.

The atmosphere in the tomb is tense to the extreme, and the two sides are tense, and the conflict between the Free and the Endless could erupt at any moment.

At this time, a strong electromagnetic pulse struck, interrupting the stalemate between the two sides.

The pulse was so strong, fluctuating regularly like a tidal wave, as if it were sending a message, but the scope was so vast that it encompassed the entire planet of the Solemnath Crypts.

Tarasin called up the surveillance sensors, revealing what was beyond the tomb:

A massive ring-shaped machine is hovering over the star of Solemnass, and a huge amount of energy is condensed at the center of the ring.

3,140 war starships of various sizes hovered around the circular machinery, aiming their guns at the plankton probes released into outer space by Tarasin.

The large, regular electromagnetic pulse was decoded, and its content was a human colloquial phrase:

"We will destroy you."

(End of chapter)