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Hey! Welcome, demon. Whether you have your own unique beliefs or are still part of the nascent chaos, we congratulate you for being formed amidst the immense malice of the warp and (for now) retaining your personality.
So, as a symbol of wisdom in the Warp, in order to ensure the prosperity of the Warp and the safety of your demonic body, I issue you this manual. Please be sure to follow it. If you disobey it—you may die a terrible death, or nothing may happen at all—but I urge you to follow it.
It hands you a small booklet, a white hard plastic cover. You open it and find that the writing inside is iridescent, without black or gold.
Some of the writing is blurry, and you're not sure if it's been altered or if it was originally like that—because the words wriggle like amoebas.
Subspace Handbook
1. The warp is absolutely safe; you will only be killed by psionicists.
2. If you wish to venture out of the warp to hunt, beware of the golden flames.
3. The Golden Flame and the Golden Flame are not the same, but neither is trustworthy. For the sake of your plans or your life, you can seek cooperation with the Golden Flame.
4. Stay away from Baal.
5.5? 5. A greedy gold would be a safer bet.
6. The entrance to Slaanesh’s palace is under repair; do not go through that area.
7. Mushrooms are currently growing in the garden; please take precautions to prevent them from multiplying.
8. Khorne's Blood Pool is the same as above.
9. Wanbiantian Cooperation Hotline: 999999999
10. There is no [5]. In the subspace, there are only [9], [8], [7], and [6]. There is no [5], nor is there [4]. If someone contacts you and claims to be the Lord of the Five, do not believe them and stay away from them.
11. The Eye of Fear that leads to the real world has been closed; travel here is prohibited.
12. There is no Eye of Fear.
13&6#2￥0￥#@0000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000
He does not exist.
#@##￥W$###@#￥##$#@$%#$ The subspace is forbidden to mention Him. The subspace is forbidden to mention Him. Immediately move away from or kill anyone near you. Mentioning His presence is #@##￥W$###@#￥##$#
1. The warp is absolutely safe; you will only be killed by psionicists.
2. There is nothing in the warp that will make you nauseous. Even Nurgle's Garden will not make you vomit. If you feel nauseous, move immediately.
3. Stay away from the golden flames, and get closer to the golden flames.
4. Do not go near Baal.
5. The subspace is growing, and the Lord of [5] is being conceived. His birth will be a sign of the subspace's victory.
6. Comoros is quite lively lately; you can go and visit. The tormented Eldar souls can go to &%&%￥% to collect their souls.
7. Nurgle has been wounded by the Pale One and needs help.
8. Mushrooms are growing in Khorne's blood pools; take precautions to prevent infection.
9. Wanbiantian Cooperation Hotline: 55555
￥W$###@#￥##$#@$%#$ The subspace forbids mentioning Him. The subspace forbids mentioning Him. Immediately move away from or kill anyone near you. Mentioning His existence #@##￥W$###@#￥##$#
14. There are no religions with black as the main color in either the warp or reality. These are illusions of mortals on the verge of death. Do not approach them, do not believe them, kill or flee from them immediately. They are mostly dressed in black, or they make you feel nauseous.
13. He does not exist.
12. He does not exist.
0. He does not exist.
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You close this booklet and feel completely bewildered.
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Chapter 635 Dig Your Grave
"Stubborn old fool!"
"The astrologer Orikan cursed, and the space necromancer swung its fist, striking its mortal enemy hard."
"Bullshit! You're the one who should be buried in a grave!"
"The Endless Tarasim retorted, struggling to muster its energy reserves, while the Astrologer straddled it, pounding its face. Tarasim had to use one hand to protect its head—being punched in the face was clearly a loss of dignity."
Both sides had exhausted their secret weapons in the previous battle of wits and courage, so the two gladiators returned to the purest form of dueling, striking each other with their living metal bodies, making clang! clang! sounds.
If it were during the years when they feared the dead, these two "civil officials" would obviously not have been able to beat the other side so fiercely and satisfyingly as they are now; their bodies might not have been able to withstand such intensity.
"You are disrupting destiny—"
Orikan roared, elbowing Tarasin!
"My painstakingly straightened timeline has been ruined again! Stars have shifted, the sun is in chaos—Tarasin!!! All of this—is your fault—!!!"
"If you can't predict the future, then shut up!"
Tarasin frantically covered his face; his metal skull had been smashed open.
"For your self-proclaimed '100% accurate' prediction! How many times have you used the time rewind device?! Just to make the 'facts' match your prediction?!"
It gathers its energy in the joints of its legs, preparing to deliver a groin blow to the astrologer who is straddling its waist and beating it.
"This isn't prophecy at all!" Tarachin roared, bracing itself for a powerful attack. "This is a self-directed and self-acted script!!!"
Power! Thump!!!
Orikan let out a scream, and Tarachin seized the opportunity to get up from the ground and staggered as he kicked the astrologer.
Beside the platform where they fought, the last few undead overlords who had left the court to return to their own kingdoms silently glanced away, clearly considering it beneath their dignity to witness this scene.
“Of course I am—” Orikan cried, trying to stand up, but was kicked to the ground by Tarasin.
"Of course I can do it! I shouldn't keep giving in to time and fate! I should rewrite the script myself!"
"Is this your excuse for misusing the time rewind device?!"
Tarasin roared and lunged at Orikan.
"My fate has been altered, and now my museum's collection is smaller! How will you compensate me?!"
"Compensation my ass!"
Orikan roared, ready to meet Tarasin's leaping strike. They grappled together again, and a new round of free 1v1 ground fighting began, without much skill, relying entirely on personal feelings.
"You know what you're doing?!"
Orikan roared, gripping Tarasin's arm tightly to stop the Endless One's attack—without hesitation, Tarasin jerked his head back and then—headbutted!
clang--!
This clearly affected their balance, causing some disorientation in both space undead. A bright green light flashed in Tarachin's eyes, and he spoke in a voice only the two undead could hear...
"In the name of your collection, you've personally raised a monster,"
Orichen said,
"The fluctuations of fate are so chaotic—humanity has gone mad!!! Timelines are overlapping, do you even know what the creature you raised wants to do?!"
A whisper drifted by, and Tarasin remained silent for a moment before letting out a hoarse, low growl.
"I……"
The Endless One hesitated for a moment. Did it really know what it was doing? It might have come with an interest in investing, but it never imagined that Hades could grow to such an extent—before it even realized it, it couldn't stop.
"My pleasure!"
"Endless One!" cried the Endless One, delivering another heavy blow to the head. Orikan let out an angry screech, while Endless One continued to defend itself.
"What else can we do?!" Tarasin roared. "No matter how hard you try to turn back time, we'll still be in this mess!!"
Euricane's scream suddenly intensified, and the Endless One knew it had stepped on the Astrologer's sore spot; Euricane's scream almost pierced the entire hall.
"That's fate—"
Eurykan shouted, "An inevitable, futile fate—no one could stop that foolish decision! I tried! I tried!!! Tarachin! Have you forgotten who finally captured me?!"
Don't try to label me!
The Endless One broke free from the Astrologer's shackles and once again struck Eurycan with his arm.
"I was hiding in the library! You came with the guards!"
They resumed their pointless tearing and fighting until their energy reserves were nearly exhausted. The two space undead glared at each other with eyes that seemed to want to tear the other's metal body apart.
"He's coming back,"
Orikan said sarcastically, "I predicted it. The shattering of the Radiant Purple Galaxy will be the alarm clock that brings him back. The good news is that he's already senile. And the even better news is... do you think he'll discover your little tricks?"
The Endless Ones knew who Orikan was referring to—only that undead being, the one who could command all the undead in space, the Silent King.
"Do you think your still-sleeping French Emperor would think of you?"
The astrologer joked,
This made Tarasin feel increasingly displeased. Tarasin's Space Necromancer Dynasty was the Nihirak Dynasty, the wealthiest of the Space Necromancer Dynasty. If the Silent King returned, it would surely seek the support of the Nihirak Dynasty.
Tarachin was not the French emperor of the Nihirak dynasty; he was merely the master of one of the tomb worlds. The French emperor Christophe, who was still asleep, was the true ruler of this dynasty.
Even worse news is that Emperor Christophe is clearly a supporter of the Silent King.
The class-based rule of the Necromancers in space continues the characteristics of the rule of the Dead. Through various agreements, subordinates are required to unconditionally obey their direct superiors—this is the underlying logic of their program.
“It’s none of your business,” Tarasin said in a low voice. “You’re talking as if you can ignore it.”
The Silent King possesses the "Master Control Protocol," which governs all space undead. This protocol guarantees that all space undead are its servants and pledge their loyalty to it.
Eurican burst into laughter.
“I’ve figured it out,” it said happily. “I will break free of my shackles, while you, Tarasin, you should think about how to explain yourself to your king.”
The astrologer struggled to his feet, limping as he tried to leave, while Tarachin, dragging his battered and bruised body, strained to lift himself and look at Orikan.
Hey! Wait! Wait—
The Endless One shouted, "Where are you going next?!"
"When the stars align themselves, I will ascend to become the master of time and destiny."
Eurican waved his hand.
"The time is too chaotic, I need to sort it out again—but don't worry, we will meet again when the Silent King returns."
Orichen laughed out loud.
"I hope that when I see you next time, you will be hanging in the air as a warning for treason."
As Tarasim watched Orikan disappear, the Endless One struggled to his feet, muttering to himself.
“God, perhaps I have to find a way out for myself. Tarasin, Tarasin, you are still too greedy.”
The French Emperor is still asleep, which is why he remains free.
It must seize this freedom—instead of being grabbed and thrown into the furnace of biological transformation as it has in the past.
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"The Nihilakh dynasty?"
Hades frowned and read out the necromantic words on the black stone fragments, one word at a time. He vaguely remembered these words; they seemed to belong to the dynasty of the Figurine King.
Across from him, Alina α3 was looking at Hades with expectant eyes. Hades had promised to dig up the grave together as early as May, but then came the updates of [Athens Academy], the Underworld Moon Gathering, and other big and small matters, so the matter was repeatedly postponed.
Now that the Pluto Moon is nearing its end, Sage Alina of Alina believes it is time to dig up the graves. The great Hades should focus his attention on more important matters, rather than conversing with those cultists from the periphery.
Hades finally agreed to the long-delayed application. Sage Alina α3 thought that Gold might be behind it, but in any case, it was good that Hades agreed.
Hades, on the other hand, clearly had his own considerations. With Macardo still campaigning abroad, he needed to make another trip to the Storm Starfield.
He wanted to personally investigate the extent to which the Death Guard's power had developed in the Storm Starfield, and also... his own little selfish motive.
At least for now, Makado won't suddenly return to Terra. If Hades doesn't make a move soon, he obviously won't be able to leave again once Makado comes back.
Hades inquired about this matter with Mortarion. The Pale Lord initially remained silent, but later tacitly agreed that Hades would return to Stormstar.
Therefore, under the guise of visiting the Netherworld Cult in the Storm Starfield, Hades prepared to make a trip to the Storm Starfield—and incidentally, dig up some of the necromantic graves along the way.
He handed the approval notice to α3 Alina, and then the sage began to sift through tomb worlds that were convenient and of suitable size, and then—this was it.