"What kind of conspiracy is this?"

Tarasin stared at the sudden death-fearing man with great vigilance, and for a moment he couldn't figure out what was happening in front of him.

"It's my newest acquired ability to recreate what someone used to be. He is made up of spiritual energy, which can be regarded as a fleeting reality. ”

Wei Mu explained.

"You mean to say that this is my past me?"

Tarasin looked at the Fear of Death carefully, and there was indeed a sense of life.

"I don't really know the principle, but isn't there a saying called conservation of information? Even if you put a note in a blender and crumble it, the information on the note is still there, it just needs some way to recover it. Wei Mu waved his hand.

"That's the most basic theory, energy, matter and information, the three are immortal, just constantly changing forms." Tarasin lowered his head and pondered for a moment, then continued, "You can reintegrate the ancient information that has been lost—how is this possible?" ”

The subspace is a dimension that belongs to the soul, and the emotions and dreams of all beings will ripple in that realm.

These little ripples are fleeting, like the note that is put into the blender.

Now, however, Vimu says he can restore it to some extent.

Whether or not the young human's words were true, it would at least temporarily free Tarasin's attention from the effects of the Skinning Curse.

With a delicate feeling, the Endless came to his past self.

He wanted to verify it, but he didn't know how to open his mouth and what to talk about.

"Look at how you look like a ghost now, so the rulers finally accepted the Star God's proposal?"

The Dreadful Man was the first to speak, his tone full of disappointment.

It was hard for him to equate the machine in front of him with his own kind, which should not be the fate of their race.

"Well, that's right."

Tarasin looked a little embarrassed.

"It's rare that it's one of the few times I've been on the same page with Orikan, but I didn't expect it to be unstoppable."

The Fear of the Dead sighed deeply.

"I was on the opposing side at the time?" Tarasin said unexpectedly.

"Yes." The Dreadnode nodded, "What, you don't remember?" ”

"In the process of biological transformation, I lost a lot of memories." Tarasin muttered.

The loss of memory is no more than anything else, no matter how precious that memory is, you can't remember it, and you won't feel hurt by it.

"So, how is the immortal life?" The Fear of Death has changed the subject.

"Well, it's hard to say. After transcending life and death, we defeated the Immortals and the Star Gods, but many things became meaningless. ”

Tarasin spoke sadly.

"I'm still working to protect the cultures of the galaxy as a way to stay focused and sustain myself, and as for the other races, or the entire space necromancer race, it's very bad."

"The conversion has left the commoners unconscious, and only the nobles are awake, some of whom have had their heads broken over the long years, and the parliament is helpless about it."

"We have lost our creativity, and the whole civilization has stopped producing new works of art and heroic deeds, like a pool of stagnant water."

"We even have the power to defeat the gods, but we still can't make up for the mistakes we made in the beginning."

"It's not your fault, it's that this universe is too malicious to us." The Fearful comforted.

"I know, but. I'm sorry, I'm really sorry, I didn't take care of the fate of our race, I."

Emotional, Tarasin suddenly collapsed to the ground, like a sinner on trial.

Any Death-Fearing can, and should, scold their group of space necrons to the blood.

"Causing the extinction of one's own race", even if you search the heavens and the world, you can no longer find a worse crime.

"You are not the ruler, the rise and fall of an entire race is not something you can control alone, you tried your best to stop it in the first place, and that is enough. What's more, as a single individual, you have preserved so much of the culture of fear of death, and what sage can do that? You are more than qualified to live with your head held high. ”

In the past, Taracin held the necromancer in his arms, and the temperature that came from that body was so real.

There is no doubt that from the perspective of a conservator, the contribution of the space necromancer Tarasin in this regard is greater than that of all the fears of the dead in the industry throughout the ages.

"But our race"

"The trough will pass, we have always been known for our mental resilience, and when everything is restored, the culture you have preserved will be the key to our rebuilding of society." The Fearful comforted.

Even though Tarasin knew it was just a comfort, he was still very happy.

He never imagined that there would be a day when he would meet and talk to his old self.

I really want to save it all.

Tarasin dug into his pocket and found a soul stone as well.

As a well-known collector of the Milky Way, it was not difficult to get hold of such a small object.

Seeing this, Wei Mu immediately knew what Tarasin was going to do, and opened his mouth to remind, "You should know that his consciousness is essentially just an existence condensed by dreams and emotions, right? If you have to say it, it is equivalent to the metabolite of the soul, which cannot be maintained for a long time at all, and it cannot be compared with Luo Ning's situation at all. ”

"I know, but isn't that all there is to it?" Tarasin laughed to himself, "The created body, the copied consciousness, and the metabolites of the soul are a perfect match in a way. ”

Now that he had realized this, Wei Mu had no choice but to cooperate with Tarasin and forcibly stuff his past into the soul stone in the form of a spirit body.

The Endless One held the soul stone, and his mood was more tense than ever.

He didn't know what the effect of this low-profile version would be, and carefully stuffed it into his body.

Then, a long-lost feeling suddenly filled his body.

Perhaps it was because the consciousness of the space necrons had dried up for too long, and it was just the nourishment of some soul metabolites that still made Tarasin feel extremely satisfied.

Unlike the emotions simulated by electronic signals, this joy is so real.

The consciousness that had been destroyed by time was restored, and even many things that had been forgotten were recalled.

It had been too long for Talashin to encounter something so pleasing to him.

After being confused for countless years, he suddenly realized that the opportunity to redeem their race might be just around the corner.

He looked at Wei Mu like a pervert looking at a salivating beauty.

This kid's abilities must definitely be used by the necromancy, and there is no room for the slightest giggle in matters related to the survival of the race.

Tarasin's sinful little iron hand had reached the hypercube maze around his waist, trying to pack it up and take it home.

Gan!

After tossing for a long time, this old rib still has to plot against him.

Seeing that the situation was not good, Wei Mu hurriedly raised the lamp ring and shouted loudly: "You know that this is a spiritual matter, before my young heart is seriously traumatized, you had better think clearly before you do it!" ”

(End of chapter)