For a long time, the existence of the "Ancient Sacred Secret Treasure" has been a widely circulated speculation among space necromancers.

As the former enemies of the Immortals, the Necrons have seen and experienced their almost godlike power.

It was a completely different system from materialist technology, based on mysterious subspace and psionic energy.

If it weren't for the fact that there was an exception in the galaxy that could not be measured by common sense, the Old Saints would undoubtedly be the eternal rulers of this heaven and earth.

It's just a pity that history has no ifs.

The Old Saints were eventually defeated by the Star God and fell from the throne of the overlord of the galaxy, and the souls that were supposed to live forever were unfortunately reduced to the stomachs of the Catans, until they were completely wiped out.

However, as the victors of the Battle for Heaven, the Space Necrons did not have access to the core technology of the Old Saints to obtain the richest loot, and they still knew very little about the affairs of the soul realm.

In other words, the winners don't eat the losers.

According to the most conventional interpretation, the legacy of the ancient saints should be inherited by the ancient spirits, that is, the current dark spirits, those pointy-eared bean sprouts created a glorious empire with this, and enjoyed 60 million years of unscrupulous time, while the space necrons had to fall into a deep sleep because of the backstabbing star god's vitality, avoiding its edge, and forced to surrender the hegemony of the galaxy.

Such an explanation may not sound like a problem.

The Dark Spirit Clan does occupy the center of the network, the Dark City of Comoros, and still holds a large amount of Ancient Saint technology in their hands.

It's just that because of the existence of Slaanesh, the prohibition of the use of psionic energy has become their absolute decree, which also leads to the inability of those psionic-powered Ancient Saint technologies to be activated.

"Haven't you always scoffed at such rumors?" Orican asked deliberately.

"Don't talk about me, weren't you like this before?" Tarasin felt that his dignity had been challenged, "The so-called [Ancient Sacred Treasure] is just that some of our people still have hope for the restoration of their souls and bodies, and refuse to admit the terrible reality that has happened to our entire race, so they choose to pin that unrealistic thoughts on the unwarranted inheritance of the immortals. ”

As the galaxy's greatest treasure hunter, he knows all too much about it, which is why he's sure it doesn't exist.

"There are also some that come out of arrogance as opponents of the Immortals." Instead of denying Tarasin's rhetorical question, Orican add, "How can the successor of the powerful enemy who once embarrassed us play himself in such a miserable way?" It's unbelievable, so they must not have inherited the real thing from the Immortals, the secret of the Ancient Saint's power is still hidden somewhere in the galaxy. ”

The Dark Spirit Clan seems to continue to carnival in the realm of absolute safety, without worrying about the harsh living environment of the outside world, and can usually come out to fight the autumn breeze, as if they use the galaxy as their own amusement park.

However, in fact, they are more like a group of rats in the gutter, hiding in the depths of the network to survive, and have completely lost their enterprising spirit.

Even out of respect for the former enemy, the space necrons would not be able to admit to this group of vermin-like creatures.

So in general, the rumors are only generated from two aspects, the desires and resentments of the space necromancers, and not the most important and the only thing that makes sense, the evidence.

Because no evidence has been found for the space necrons over the years, neither Tarasin nor Orican believe in the veracity of this rumor.

"But the boy's appearance changed all that." Tarasin cautiously spoke his thoughts, "If the [Ancient Sacred Treasure] does exist, and the key is not in the hands of their titular successors, the Aeldarins, but in the hands of another race that they have carried, and one that no one can imagine, the Greenskinned Orcs."

Orican nodded, which was also his guess: "Relying on the orc's [I Think's Power] as a trigger mechanism to screen out suitable heirs, unless the group of green killer fungi is completely eradicated, hope will be preserved in places that people can't see, and the powerful combat power of the orcs will also provide strong protection for the heirs - this is indeed a brilliant idea." ”

The two of them witnessed what Wei Mu was doing in the maelstrom almost the whole time, and the most intuitive feeling they got was that the kid was growing.

Or more accurately, he's gradually gaining some sort of authority.

"That's why all the forces want him so much." Tarasin bowed his head and said thoughtfully, "I'm worried that our victory this time is actually within the acceptable range of the Primordial Destroyers. ”

Using a superficial strategic failure to conceal his true plan, many people had similar speculations when the emperor was forced to sit on the golden throne.

Because of its great power, even if it is defeated, people will worry about the infinite number of backhands - this is a basic respect for the super-strong.

"That's a secondary thing." Orican waved his hand and said, "If our inference is correct, the [Ancient Holy Treasure] does exist, and it is certain that it will attract the covetousness of many forces, but the key to the problem is where it is hidden in the galaxy, and what exactly it will be." ”

Even if they can't restore their soul and body directly, it will surely help them understand this aspect more deeply.

"And most crucially, how do we get it." Tarasin added.

Usually he can laugh with humans, but when it comes to the fate of the entire race, he will not be ambiguous.

At this time, the Infinity looked like a decisive iron-blooded hero.

"That's right, the space necrons have to get it."

Oriacan's eyes were sharp, and he nodded, as if he had transformed into a ruthless poisoner.

It's rare for the two space necrons to agree on this.

Innocence and romance are left behind as a matter of course, and if you want to shoulder the fate of the entire race, you must be decisive.

It's a big deal that after returning to the throne of the galactic overlord, the space necrons have left a place for the human race, allowing them to stay away from strife and be happy, which can be regarded as a kind of compensation.

"But what if and I think that's going to happen — it's only available to regular flesh creatures, what are we going to do?"

Tarasin scratched his head again, and the image of the iron-blooded hero just now was instantly thrown out of the sky.

"This. I don't know? Most of the things that the Immortals toss out require psionic energy to drive, and they have nothing to do with our system. ”

Before the relevant things were even brushed up, the ruthless poisoner had already fallen to the point where there was nothing to be done.

Longing for the soul but isolating the soul is their sorrow.

The two legendary space necrons stared at each other with wide eyes, and the scene fell into embarrassment again.

The posture that the two of them put on just now that I don't go to hell, who goes to hell, and who is willing to be a villain for the sake of the entire race, seems to have become a funny middle school disease for a while.

Perhaps, they will be able to trust the young man?

Neither Tarracin nor Orican were unsure, they were not used to the feeling of entrusting their fate to others.

In any case, the matter must be immediately escalated to the Resuscitation Committee.

(End of chapter)