Warhammer: I don't want to become a stinky can!

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Tarachin wanted to acquire more and more troops to use as capital against the Silent King—but on the other hand—it, it—couldn't let go!

As a fearful of the dead, Tarachin was unwilling to let the last relics of his people be played with or easily thrown into war—he was a collector, cherishing all gifts from the past… This was Tarachin's selfishness; he didn't want to see his people wasted so easily…

Even its king, the Silent King, did just that, treating beings inferior to him as nothing...

Tarasin remained silent, feeling resentful; it longed to grasp more and to preserve more.

Hades stared at Tarasin, knowing he should be more forgiving in the past because of Tarasin's help to him—but this wasn't just about Hades, and he couldn't give it up so easily.

Hades would rather owe Tarachin a personal debt and try to make it up to her later; he could actively help Tarachin find a way to retrieve the souls of the fearful dead, but not in this matter.

The emerald light of Tarasim shone on Hades' face, and the Endless Ones rose.

“I’ll give you eight, you two—but in exchange, I can provide you with the technology of the Death-Fearers.”

That's what Tarasin said.

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【past】

Temporary Museum outside the Tarachin River

"traitor!!!"

Amidst the green-skinned remains and the collapsed dinosaur skeletons, Orikan pressed down on Tarasin and shouted angrily.

"Look at what you've done!!"

The astrologers tilted their heads; they had already moved from Hall 7 on the Alpha side to Hall 53 on the Delta side, but the astrologers' direction was clear: that was Hades's display case.

"how?!"

"Tarasin shouted, wrestling with Orican, its energy reserves flashing alarms."

"You're going to interfere with my collection?!"

Orikan screamed.

"Time! Time has changed!"

The astrologer cried out, "It's chaos! It's all chaos!"

“And you—” the astrologer cried, “traitor—a true traitor! Whom do you serve?!!”

"That's called investment!"

Tarachin roared, "Are we supposed to keep relying on the Silent King?! Eurican! You and I both know—there are no reliable beings left among the Space Necromancers! They're either intellectually deficient or insane!!!"

"And you-"

Tarachin shouted, "You lunatic—"

Euricane also shouted,

"traitor!"

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【now】

[At the foot of the Himalayas]

Orikan's single eye widened as it stared incredulously at the procession slowly entering beside the Golden Throne of the Lord of Man—at that moment, Orikan realized that the Lord of Man was truly, truly trying to win it over.

I showed my sincerity.

The Emperor lowered his eyes, and the black armor of the Dark Angels of the First Legion flashed before his eyes. The leader, Luther, solemnly turned to him and saluted the Lord of Mankind.

"My warrior," the Emperor said calmly, "you've worked hard."

"For Ryan."

Luther bowed his head, surrendering to loyalty. The old man's voice was like that of an aged forest ranger who had guarded this dense forest alone for millennia.

And he did it willingly.

They did it willingly.

Then, Luther stood up, turned around, and looked at the alien.

The metallic shell, the eerie Egyptian style, the shimmering green light—Luther felt a deep-seated revulsion, but the old knight restrained himself well—it was a necessary sacrifice.

“Luther, the Dark Angel of the First Legion,” the Dark Angel said solemnly yet politely, “is the First Fallen Angel. You may call me the Chief of the Fallen Angels.”

Before Eurycan could react, Luther bowed and yielded the ranks led by the fallen angels behind him.

The fluorescent light shone on the armor behind them, making it look mysterious and ancient.

Luther looked up, and the Lord of Man nodded, everything understood without words. Luther then looked back at Eurycan.

"From now on, I will be in charge of your affairs with the Empire. Would you be willing?"

Luther saw the enormous, one-eyed alien creature clinging to his back, and a huge smile crept across his face. A necessary sacrifice, perhaps the lion wouldn't like to see this—but he knew the Primal would unconditionally obey the Lord of Man.

Euricen, who had been silent until now, suddenly chuckled twice.

"Unbelievable...unbelievable..."

It seemed to be murmuring to itself, then it laughed in a daze.

“It seems that even Tarasin’s intelligence can be wrong sometimes,” Orikan laughed, but then looked at Luther with awe. “Remarkable, remarkable.”

“I’m beginning to understand why Tarachin enjoys being with humans,” Orikan laughed, opening its arms and bowing towards the throne of the human lord.

"With such sincerity, astrologers are naturally willing to embark on a short journey with humanity."

Let it think… Euricane thought, feeling its logic calculation area trembling. This time it wouldn't be about modifying time; it would become the wielder beside the thread of time.

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【past】

Temporary Museum outside the Tarachin River

"traitor!"

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【now】

【Shovel】

"Okay! It's absolutely okay!"

Hades immediately agreed, as if afraid Tarasin would change his mind, "Don't say two to eight! One to nine is fine too!"

"So, one to nine?"

"Ah...hahahaha..."

Tarasin smiled, decisively ignoring Hades's evasive remarks. He felt a sense of relief, yet also a greater responsibility that was about to fall upon him.

“Two to eight,” said the Endless One, “I will give you the technology you desire.”

In fact, even without the Endless Ones, Hades, who possesses most of the knowledge of the Star Gods, could have developed it himself after breaching the tomb of the Space Necromancers—but the process would have been extremely lengthy.

A single person could create blueprints for a spaceship? Even Hades couldn't accomplish this easily; it would require a great deal of effort and time—and this empire clearly hadn't given him that much time.

Hades was well aware of this. Moreover, Makado would never allow Hades to develop a sufficiently extensive technology; He would use war and official documents to hinder Hades' progress.

Hades could sense the resistance coming from all directions when he actually started trying to implement large-scale technologies... it was all too targeted.

But what if a factory were built in the Storm Starfield... and its employees were all space undead...?

Hades looked intently at Tarasin.

"Really?"

Tarahin paused for a moment, then nodded. "Really."

“But it’s exchanged by number,” Tarasin said. “Different numbers of space necromancers can be exchanged for one item.”

“Yes,” Hades said, now stopping his usual banter. He looked at Tarasin with some concern.

“I mean…did I just upset you, Tarasin?”

Tarahin calmly shook his head.

"No."

"Then why—"

Tarasin clenched his fist, then slowly relaxed it.

“The Silent King will be back soon,” it said. “I need to prepare in advance.”

It saw Hades' eyes widen slightly.

"you want--"

"rebel."

Tarasin said it felt free and liberated—it should have said that hundreds of thousands of years ago.

“Not only the Silent King, but my Dharma King also holds the power of life and death over me—I am no longer willing to be subordinate to royalty, Hades.”

The Silent King was not even its direct master; the Hierophant was, and he had direct control over Tarachin.

Taracin paused, but unfortunately it couldn't "truly" taste the wine, otherwise it would have had some for itself.

When was the last time it drank? Was it when it was still a fearful of death, and was Euricane opposite it? It should be, Euricane's wife was also there, along with its daughter.

...Eurican's wife and daughters completely lost themselves during the biotransformation ritual.

It's meaningless now, Tarasin thought. You're cooperating with other races in the hope of overthrowing the tyrant above you, but in reality, even if you do overthrow him, your race will already be dead.

But—but—Tarasin wondered, why couldn't it swallow this insult?

Must it continue to exist as if nothing is wrong, anxiously awaiting the return of the Silent King? And then, when its own dynasty's Dharma Emperor is awakened, will it drag its heavy steps and continue to obey the Silent King?

Tarasin recalled the afternoon he was dragged to the execution ground.

Hades smiled.

"Of course you can pursue your freedom."

Hades said.

He knew why Tarachin was so eager to work with him.

4.4, that's it! Great!

Chapter 642 Multiple Parties

"I have already deactivated the Automaton Soul."

Tarasin glanced at the distant planet. "The rest... you know what to do."

Hades gave it a knowing look and said a few words into the channel. Tarasin knew he was issuing instructions to the troops on the planet—there was a great sage named King among them, whom Tarasin had long wanted to take in.

"Shall we go down and take a look together?"

Hades said, tilting his head to the side.

Tarahin shook his head.

“I’m not going,” the space necromancer said, raising an eyebrow in a human-like manner. “I trust you—besides, I still can’t do this kind of thing myself.”

Hades knew what Tarachin meant—not to directly participate in reducing guilt, but only to be responsible for the spoils afterwards, right?

Hades was sweating bullets inside, but he also understood Tarasin. After all, this matter involved cooperation with other races. Cooperation with other races? This was a very old and taboo topic.

Small-scale inter-tribal "cooperation" is of course not a problem—if a few inter-tribal groups get together and take a liking to each other, who knows if they will end up fighting together with guns? But now... Hades and Tarasin both know that this is not a small deal.

This is like what happened back then: Tarachin thought he had invested in a small project, but after ten thousand years, it grew into a behemoth—and as the investor, he was now caught in a dilemma: whether to charge interest or not.

If you want to collect interest, you have to get on Hades's pirate ship—no matter how much Tarasim tries to avoid it, it will inevitably get a share.

Then... let's get on board!

It's still better than the Silent King's ship, no matter what!

Once the time is right, as long as there is no direct conflict between it and Hades, it will be easier for Tarasin to disembark from Hades' side. At that time, having accumulated enough strength, it can go it alone!

Tarasin smiled, and the Space Overlord stood up, preparing to take stock of its own chips and strength. It was not the kind of cowardly creature that would shrink back from death. Now that it had decided to board the ship, it was prepared to run into the Silent King sooner or later.