When the Lord of Silence was instantly pulled into a position at the level of Qin Mo, his guards were about to start moving.

The Grand Magistrate and some unarmed civil officials began to shy away, making way for the samurai who were dedicated to fighting.

But the Lord of Silence raised his hand, and the guards all stopped, and they were back in their original positions.

"Being able to bring the space closer simply and rudely without the help of any technical means is the power of the Star God."

"But don't get me wrong, I'm not judging whether you're a human or a star god, in this universe where there really is a soul, self-knowledge is obviously more important than physical form."

These two words were not uttered by the High Magistrate, but by the King of Silence.

The light between the gaps in its bones flickered as syllables emanated from the sounding device.

The Grand Magistrate apparently did not consider it a matter of propriety for the King of Silence to speak in person, but the true King was not qualified to dictate the actions of the King of Silence.

"Agreed." Qin Mo looked at the King of Silence's gaze, "Do you perceive yourself as a Deathphobia, or the programmer leader of a robot race?" ”

It's a form of respect, and correspondingly, as the leader of a species, Szarak will be treated with equal respect.

Szarak slowly rose from his throne, his body wasn't as agile and strong as a fighting necromancer, so the movement of him coming down from the throne looked like an old man.

"Although the Dreadnosaur race has a soul, it is not a strong psionic talent like the current humans."

Qin Mo could sense what that thing was, an advanced hacking device that was attached to the moving finger of the King of Silence in the volume of a molecule.

"The Dreadnought is gone, and the real Szarak has died in the crucible of transformation, a cruel truth that is generally unacceptable to my people, but one that I know and accepts very well."

Szarak's tone was very cold and calm, I don't know if it was because the vocalization device it used didn't have the ability to simulate emotions, or if it didn't have the same tone of voice before it turned into a metal skeleton.

When Qin Mo narrowed the distance in space, he deliberately asked Szarak to maintain the same height as himself when he sat on the throne, instead of looking up at himself.

But hearing Szarak's own words, Qin Mo felt that the purpose of pushing him to step through the portal and come here had achieved three points.

"It's not etiquette." Said the Grand Magistrate.

It is not similar to taking over the sounding device, but it is directly hacking into and taking control of the sounding device with something.

"Although the Fear of the Dead is gone, in your eyes, we robots also have a corresponding inheritance relationship with them, so we don't explore the spiritual world, so we don't discuss philosophy, and I believe you didn't come here to discuss philosophy with me."

"How do you apply the etiquette of the time of the Dreadnought to the foreigners? It doesn't even quite apply to us. Szarak gestured his fingers as the archmagistrate's vocalization device was temporarily shut down.

It is estimated that the Menak fleet used less than one-ten-thousandth of the intrusion equipment used in the conduct of information warfare.

"The Dread do not explore the spiritual world very much, even if the Dread of the Dread lives in the physical world are very short."

The Lord of Silence stood up from his throne and came face to face with Qin Mo, instead of it sitting, the visitor stood.

"Go on." The Lord of Silence made a gesture of please, signaling that the conversation could continue.

"You say that the Fear of the Dead does not explore the spiritual world deeply, but I think you have at least explored the philosophy of death to a very deep extent." Qin Mo looked around.

This is a common tomb of the space necromancer species, the Tomb World, the Tomb Battleship, and the Tomb Structure.

It is not where they sleep, but where they work, live, live.

This cult of death permeates the entire culture of the fearful of death.

"A species that is not interested in philosophy, when it is faced with the death that cannot be left behind due to its short lifespan, it will also delve into it."

As Szarak responded to Qin Mo's words, the space present changed.

There was no one else but the two of them, no other structure, only the boundless silence and darkness.

In the darkness, a large square tombstone rises from the ground, engraved with a condensed historical image of the entire race of the Fear of the Dead.

"The short lifespan of the Death-Feared is caused by the scorching star of their home star, which is too active inside and emits powerful radiation."

"Death-fearing people are born in such an environment, and every one of them is a radiation patient."

"Later, the scientists of the Dreads discovered that the anomalous activity of the stars in the system where the parent star is located was not without reason, because a star god called the Night-Keepers resided there, which led to the primordial cause of all the tragedies of the Dreadless race."

Szarak held out his hand.

The pattern engraved on the tombstone released a sufficient amount of information, making Qin Mo feel as if he had returned to the time when the race of the Fear of the Dead had just been born.

"Back then, you hadn't created living metal bodies for the Star Gods, and they weren't self-aware beings." Qin Mo looked at the star, "This may not be a conspiracy of the Night Bearers. ”

"Of course, this is not a conspiracy, but just the unconscious instinctive behavior of the star god, a stellar vampire, in a state of chaos." Szarak held out his hand.

The whole space seems to change and flow in its hands.

Qin Mo gradually saw other histories of the short-lived species of the Fear of the Dead.

Radiation sickness plagued the species, and they desperately wanted to solve their short-lived problem, and then they discovered the long-lived species of the ancient saints.

The Old Sages refused to share the secret of their longevity, so the Fear of the Dead, out of jealousy, out of a desperate need to deflect internal conflicts, went to war.

It wasn't the Battle of Heaven that would later break out under the leadership of the Star God, but it was far more tragic than the young species could imagine now.

Szarak wanted to show the past of this race, while Qin Mo was more concerned with the minutiae.

"The Death-Fears are a resilient race." Qin Mo let out a heartfelt sigh.

He is full of admiration for those who fear death, not a political ploy or a political ploy to make a good impression on the other side, but simply a sincere admiration.

This race is unusually short-lived, but they still pass on their culture and complete the accumulation of knowledge.

Among the messages released by the patterns on the tombstones, Qin Mo saw the history that he admired the most.

The elders of the Death-Fearing race, the teachers with a wealth of knowledge, have designed a language of almost transparent thinking, and put everything they know into the huge library on the home planet without reservation, so as to ensure that the younger generations can grasp the knowledge accumulated by their predecessors for hundreds of years and dozens of generations in the shortest time after entering the library.

If it weren't for such selfless propagation, and painstaking learning and inheritance, the short-lived race of the Fear of the Dead would not have been able to get out of the home planet at all.

(End of chapter)