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Chapter 560 I, Tarasin, the number one cultural relic protection unit in the galaxy, am not going to make a fool of myself, am I?
The swordsman's fingers rested lightly on his waist, his movements swift yet elegant.

His steps were so light that they made no sound at all on the steel floor, which was quite incongruous with his tall stature.
He moved through the ship's cabin as if taking a leisurely stroll, like an extremely elegant assassin.

Tarachin watched this scene with great interest, and said in a voice so cold it was almost devoid of emotion, "I thought stealth and invisibility were the specialties of your other brothers."

"My father molded me and my brothers with the hope that we would reach perfection, that we would be flawless, and that we would have extraordinary talents in every aspect."

The swordsman's voice was clear and bright, like that of the best singer:

"In theory, we are capable of learning all the knowledge and skills in this world, but each of us has different areas of expertise and preference."

"And what about you? What are you good at?" Tarachin seemed very interested in this, his tone carrying a hint of emotion.

“I’m good at making everything perfect,” the swordsman replied matter-of-factly. “It’s just that I don’t really like being a thief; that’s Corax’s specialty.”

“I’m just taking back what’s mine.” Tarasin let out a sharp, metallic groan, seemingly quite displeased.

“Then we can use other means. We can go see my beautiful brother first. I believe I can persuade him to order his offspring to return your things to you.” The swordsman shook his head, seemingly displeased with Tarasin’s request to infiltrate the Omniscient Mystery.

“More likely, your brothers will kill you outright,” Tarachin said with a hint of sarcasm. “Although you are just a clone, your original is so repulsive that I think your brothers wouldn’t mind taking their anger out on you first.”

“I am not like him.” The swordsman lowered his voice slightly: “He was not perfect enough, which is why he fell into depravity. I will not. I will be more perfect than him. Saint Gilles will understand this.”

“Even if he can understand you, these thieves—the Blood Raven Chapter—may not obey his orders.”

Tarasin groaned.
“I know the history of the galaxy better than you do. These blood ravens are definitely not the offspring of Saint Gilles.”

"I will heed your teachings." The swordsman seemed quite interested in history and knowledge, and even gave Tarasin a slight bow, appearing as if he intended to listen to Tarasin recount history.

The swordsman and Tarasim had a fairly good relationship, partly because Tarasim was indeed very knowledgeable and happy to share it with others, while the swordsman was eager to learn from Tarasim to improve himself.

"This story begins with a secret military buildup after the great rebellion—" Tarachin was very pleased with the swordsman's respect and actually adopted a lecturing posture, seemingly forgetting that he was on an enemy ship.

"You two shut up!" Traveler Anlakel finally couldn't stand the two of them anymore and interrupted Tarasin with an angry shout.

Anlakel had already experienced far too many of Tarasim's history lessons; he didn't want to experience any more.

Their slow efficiency was largely due to Tarachin's morbid love of teaching and the swordsman's excessive thirst for knowledge.

“We’re on someone else’s turf right now, and I expect you two to take this seriously,” Anlakel yelled, pointing his scythe at the two men.

"If we're talking about being spoiled, you, Allah Kael, are a hundred times more arrogant than I am, yet you dare to accuse me now?"

Tarachin coldly scoffed:

"Are you worried we'll be discovered, Anlakel?"

"Don't worry, I'm the real expert when it comes to theft—no, I mean the recovery and preservation of cultural relics."

"Blood Ravens—those shameless thieves—are nothing in front of me."

"The shielding field I released is Eldar buffoon technology. These fools will never find us before we reach their reliquary."

Tarachin is confident in this.

Throughout his long career, he had ventured into countless worlds of necromancers, Eldar Arks, Astartes Fortresses, Mechanicus forging worlds, and demon worlds. How could he possibly crash and burn on the flagship of a mere ship-based battle group?

Just kidding, if he messes up, he'll hand over the title of Protector of all the history, artifacts and events in the galaxy to the Chapter Master of Blood Raven!
As Taraxin claimed, they encountered no obstacles along the way and arrived at the Blood Raven's relic vault with almost effortless ease.

There were only two Blood Raven Astartes guarding the Blood Raven's relic vault, which was relatively weak.

However, this was exactly what Tarasin had anticipated.
He chose this time to infiltrate because the Blood Raven's high-ranking members had gone aboard the Red Tear, leaving the Omniscient Mystery with weak defenses. Even if they were discovered, the Omniscient Mystery's elites wouldn't have time to return, allowing them to simply steal and run.

“Ha, such rudimentary storage measures, I can already hear those precious artifacts crying out. No, I must protect those artifacts—” “We agreed, you only take your own things, don’t touch anything else,” the swordsman warned in a low voice.

This made Tarasin snort slightly, but he didn't refute the swordsman.

Although Tarachin had left the Heart-Locking Scarabs within the swordsman's body to control him, the swordsman's extraordinary immunity allowed his immune cells to suppress the swarm of Heart-Locking Scarabs. It's hard to say whether the Heart-Locking Scarabs can still control the swordsman.
Secondly, Tarachin believed that the swordsman was a more valuable artifact than all the other relics on the ship combined, and he never wanted to harm him.

Seeing that Tarachin did not object, the swordsman nodded slightly and flashed out from the shadows.

The two warriors guarding the entrance to the relic vault displayed a reaction speed that earned the swordsman's approval.

They reacted the instant the swordsman emerged from the shadows and raised their weapons.
But that's about it.

The next moment, the two blood crows let out a muffled groan and collapsed to the ground, two small wounds on their necks.

The swordsman stood beside them, wielding a sharp blade.
He did not kill the two warriors, but skillfully severed a few nerves in their necks, which would only temporarily render them unable to move. Relying on Astartes' regenerative abilities, they would recover quickly.

“Go, Allaqar.” Tarasin nodded to Allaqar.

Allakel snorted and slammed his war scythe into the ground.

The doors to the relic vaults, which incorporated numerous ancient technologies and psionic techniques, opened out of thin air.
All the defensive measures in the relic treasury were also cut off by Allah Kel.

This is one of Anlakel's special abilities; his will is unparalleled in its strength, allowing him to control all the machinery around him with it alone.

However, the fact that his talents were being used for such petty theft greatly displeased Anlakel.

Anlakel rarely acts for his own benefit; his heart is solely devoted to the vast and diverse realm of the Necromancer Empire. All the battles he participates in are for the protection of the Necromancer's property.

If Tarasim hadn't guaranteed that he would only take back the property belonging to the Necromancers of the cosmos, Allakhar would not have been willing to help him.

Tarasin smiled slightly, then stepped ahead of the swordsman and Anlakel into the Blood Raven's relic vault.

Anlakel and the swordsman exchanged a glance, then shook their heads with a hint of helplessness.

They followed Tarasim into the reliquary, where they found him frozen in place, bewildered as to what had happened.

This immediately put Anlakel and the swordsman on edge, and then————————

"The Terminator Psionic Beacon of the Great Crusade Era, the Belt of the Living Saint Celestine, the Armor of the Imperial Guard, Rogue Dorn's Power Fist, the Flesh-Tearer's Relic Chainsaw Sword, and the Eldar's Starspear."

A strong green light flashed in Tarasin's eyes.

"You can only take what was stolen from you," the swordsman said in a low voice.

The green light that had been flashing in Tarasin's eyes quickly faded, as if he had lost interest.

He didn't argue with the swordsman, but instead began searching for his own belongings in the relic vault.
"Damn it, those idiots released the Void Dragon! I demand compensation!" Tarasin quickly discovered that his collection of Celestial Void Dragon fragments had been released.

The fragment was not small, and it even possessed a certain degree of intelligence and thought, so for a long time Tarachin only kept it as a collectible and never released it.

After all, Talasi was well aware of the dangers of the Void Dragons.
"No." The swordsman shook his head, rejecting Tarasin's request for compensation.

But he himself couldn't help but take a curious look at Blood Raven's relic vault.
The sheer volume of items here surprised the swordsman. Are all the Astartes this wealthy these days?
He even noticed that some of the artifacts emanated a strong warp energy, indicating that they were weapons belonging to at least a Grand Magus or even a Chief Grand Magus. How did the Blood Ravens manage to obtain these items?
His gaze swept over the armor of the Imperial Guard, over the Fist of Dorn, over a beautifully crafted but unfinished female robot, and then slowly settled on the deepest part of the Relic Vault.
There lay a warhammer of such enormous size that even Astartes would have difficulty wielding it with both hands. Yet, the warhammer was exquisitely crafted, seemingly the most perfect weapon in the world. Its handle was slender yet powerful, and its head was thick yet not bulky, gleaming with a cold, silvery light. Various complex mechanical devices covered the original Eagle emblem.
Although it had been modified beyond recognition, the swordsman still instinctively recognized the hammer; it seemed to be a memory etched into his genes.
"Felus—the Forgebreaker. How did you get here? So this is where you are."

The swordsman almost lost control, instinctively reaching for the warhammer and gently grasping its handle with his slender fingers.

"Alien!!! Take your filthy hands off our Blood Raven's ancestral sacred relic!!!"

A deafening roar erupted, and the Great Expedition Terminator psionic teleportation beacon in the relic vault suddenly burst forth with light.

(End of this chapter)