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Chapter 588 The Endless Ones and the Astrologers

Tarasin stared at Zhou Yun for a moment, then spoke briefly;
"it is good."

"If you can truly give my race its soul."

Anlaqar looked at Tarasin with some surprise, not expecting him to agree so readily.

Zhou Yun was not surprised; instead, he smiled slightly and turned to look at Fu Gen:

"After you finish negotiating with the Silent King, you can release your Phoenix Guard."

"And Guilliman, Tarachin has a group of your offspring from the Great Crusade, he also stole a section of the catacombs of Kos, and one of your pillows is also there."

“Saint Gilles, your offspring also include Cassirer and Terminator Rafilo, who have been seconded to Deathwatch. Remember to try and recruit these offspring.”

"There's also a squadron of Raven Guards, a squadron of Twilight Raiders from the Fourteenth Legion before Mortalian's return, several Imperial Guards, several Battle Sisters, and dozens of Astral Legions, including the Firstborn of Vostoria, the Lost Tanis, the Catachan and the Cadia. Yes, the Lord of Creed Fortress is also in his collection."

"In addition, there is the Eldar's clown troupe, the artifact Chalice of Entropy made from fragments of Nurgle's Cauldron, a Tyrannosaurus Hive Tyrant, a fragment of a Void Dragon Celestial God, a fragment of a Deceiver Celestial God, a fragment of a Burner Celestial God, and a Death Guard Plague Champion."

"Oh, Tarasin also secretly kept a batch of pure and flawless Emperor's Son gene seeds, the ones that disappeared on the moon when the Blight disease spread. He didn't trade all of them to Fabius Bayer."

"These are the ones that are temporarily needed and should be saved. Remember to release them later."

Taracin's metallic body remained frozen in place, without uttering a word.

Zhou Yun's understanding of his collection was completely beyond his expectations. The only thing that made Tarasin feel fortunate was that Zhou Yun seemed uninterested in things related to the history of the Fearful Dead.

Anlakel gestured, indicating that Zhou Yun, Kaul, and the Primarchs should go and negotiate with the Silent King.

But Allaqar deliberately lagged behind, staying at the back of the group, and silently approached the somewhat distraught Tarasin.

“Has your brain finally completely broken?” Anlakel asked Tarasin.

Tarasin glanced at Anlakel: "I have made such a sacrifice for the undead, and this is how you speak of me?"

"Sacrifice? Those things that he wanted to take were stolen by you anyway," Anlakel said with a snort.

Then, Anlakel continued, "So why did you agree? I thought you would be more stingy."

Tarasin paused for a moment, then, as if having made up his mind, raised his head and said, "Back then, I supported the bio-conversion."

"What?" A flash of blue light appeared in Anlakel's eyes. "Didn't you previously insist that you strongly opposed bio-conversion and that you were forced to do it?"

Alla Kehr's tone shifted abruptly from sympathy to accusation.

"I forgot! My memory modules are malfunctioning!"

Tarahin's tone remained cold, but Allakir sensed his anxiety:
"But after being given a machine spirit by that person, my body's efficiency improved, and some of my old ailments were also cured."

"I vaguely remember what happened back then."

"The Silent King once sought advice from me, the chief archivist, and from Orikan, the royal astrologer."

"According to him, Eurican and I represent the past and future of our race, respectively."

"He hopes to draw wisdom from both the past and the future to make a judgment on whether to carry out biological transformation."

"Eurican predicted the future and determined that bio-transformation would bring only disaster and destruction to our race."

"But according to the historical judgment of the fearers of death, the root of all the tragedies of the fearers of death is our short lifespan, and our civilization was already on the verge of destruction. If biological transformation can bring us the power of immortality and eternal life, then we should choose it. Because things can't get any worse."

“But things are definitely worse now,” Anlakel said, staring at Tarasin.

"Yes, but the Silent King ultimately chose me and Orikan, in the past and the future, he chose the past, he chose the transformation of life forms."

“I watched with my own eyes as Euricane was tied up behind a bookshelf in the library, dragged out, and thrown into the bio-conversion reactor. My mind has been damaged by the years, and I actually mistakenly believed that I was the one who opposed it and that I was the one who was forcibly thrown into the bio-conversion reactor. What a shameful escape this is.”

"...It's even possible that before I fell asleep, I couldn't bear the crimes I had committed and destroyed my own memories, causing me to have this misunderstanding when I woke up."

"Upon careful consideration, I think my obsession with cultural relics and history is probably due to this reason: because I personally pushed those who fear death a step toward destruction."

Tarasin let out a cold, almost bitter laugh, then shook his head helplessly.

"When someone asked me if I was willing to trade my past for my future, what could I do? Make the same mistake again?"

"Alla Kehr, this time I choose the future."

"So you don't need to pity me, you should hate me. If you want to judge me for the mistakes I made, then come on, but I beg you to find a way to make amends for my mistakes."

Allaqar did not move; he simply looked at Tarasin with his deep blue eyes:
“You are ranked too low on the list of crimes related to biotransformation.”

"Also, I really wish the Silent King's guilt could be as heavy as yours."

After saying that, Anlakel walked away without looking back towards Zhou Yun, Kaul, and the Primals.

Tarachin stood frozen in place, in the dimly lit exhibition hall, as if he himself were a piece of the exhibit. Only after a moment did Tarachin slowly speak, addressing the empty darkness around him:
“Eurican, my astrological master, I guess you can see this moment.”

"I concede defeat to you this round. I'm sorry. You actually told me this, but I thought you were joking, or that your memory was playing tricks on you, or that it was a scheme by fraudsters when they were shaping our bodies."

"Anyway, you bastard! Why are you so nonchalant? Since your memories are real, why don't you beat me up? Why don't you get revenge on me? You should kill me!"

"It was me! I saw you being dragged out from behind the bookshelves in the library with my own eyes! I even pulled you out with my own hands!"

"That's actually true. I'm sorry, Eurican."

“You are a more genius than me. Your wisdom is indispensable to our race and even the entire galaxy.”

“If what I see is truly the hope for our race, then I beg for your help.”

"If I've made the wrong choice, I beg you to come out and stop me!"

There was no response from the void. Tarasin shook his head slightly and walked alone into the deep darkness to catch up with Anlakel and the others.

Shortly after he left, a figure of pure light flashed past where Tarasin had just been.

"By the stars above! I'm here to laugh at this clown, not to see him repent."

The figure that the light transformed into spoke.

A red and pink wooden door appeared and opened beside it, and a boy wearing glasses walked out.

"But I did pay a price: to let Tarachin, that thief, experience what it's like to lose all his collection."

"This is what you requested, astrologer."

"Pah, how would I know you restored his memories?" The figure formed from light shook its head violently.

"Would you believe me if I said it was a coincidence?" The bespectacled boy scratched his buzz cut.

"Do you think I believe it?"

"I know what kind of thing you are. We are both beings who have seen many possible futures. Is there any real coincidence between us in this world?"

The figure of light ignored it disdainfully.
It looked in the direction Tarasin had gone:

Why cling to those memories? We are, after all, merely copies of the past, not the past itself.

“You often say that the past is everything to our race, but our race has never actually owned the past; we can only seek the future.”

After saying that, Guang sighed and looked at the short-haired boy next to him.

"The King of Silence summoned me, just as we both expected."

“I agreed, and he really didn’t suspect anything. He’s still so easy to fool.”

"Will the Silent King truly not form an alliance with you?" the figure of light inquired.

“You’re asking a question you already know the answer to. We’ve all seen the future, and we know it won’t happen,” the boy said. “If he agrees later, then it can only be a trap we didn’t foresee.”

“It’s not entirely impossible. At least my prophetic abilities have their limits, and sometimes I have to correct my own prophecies,” the figure of light said with a hint of helplessness.

"The value of this negotiation doesn't lie with the Silent King," the buzz-cut youth said with a smile.

"I guarantee that all the Necromancer Overlords will receive your offer and a recording of your negotiations with the Silent King."

"Don't worry, the Silent King is even less popular than he thinks."

The boy with the buzz cut nodded slightly, turned around, and walked into the red and pink wooden door behind him.

The light gradually disappeared, taking one last look in the direction where Tarasin had vanished:
"But the real Orikan never hated the real Tarasin."

As soon as he finished speaking, Eurican disappeared from the spot.

Tarahim walked beside Allah Kher.

A few green lights flashed in the eyes of the Endless One.

“I guess Euricen has been here.”

Tarahim suddenly chuckled and said to Allaqar:
"It will definitely appear suddenly after I leave the spot, then look in the direction I left and say something like it won't blame me."

"This is Euricane. And the fact that it didn't come out to stop us means we're on the right track."

Annoyed, Allakel said with a hint of anger, "Sixty million years! Can you two stop being so long-winded?!"

(End of this chapter)