I'm in Warhammer, please don't praise Doraemon

Chapter 599 Don't you think human skulls are beautiful?

A golden spark suddenly burst forth from Shemehe's not yet fully healed body.

Shemerhe's logic engine froze for a moment, then he suddenly realized that this spark resembled the one used by the human woman named Jeanne.
How did they end up here?
Before the Emperor could react, the golden flames suddenly became fierce and rapid, instantly engulfing Xie Mohe's legs, which were not yet fully formed by the living metal, and in the blink of an eye, engulfing half of Xie Mohe's body.

"Raised by fraudsters!"

Xie Mohe cursed, but before he could even begin to struggle, the golden flames suddenly transformed into a tidal wave, instantly engulfing Xie Mohe's still-repairing body and burning it to ashes.

A dim green light flickered, and Shemehe's memories and will were once again uploaded into the necromancy memory crystal.

The rebirth protocol began a rapid reconstruction, and the living metal within the burial complex, under the control of the underworld constructs, began assembling into Shemeher's new body.
Under the instructions left by Shemehr, his logical brain, thought engine, and memory storage device were first constructed, allowing him to temporarily regain his basic thinking ability.

A metal head hangs suspended in the space necropolis, suspended in the air by various pipes.

*Necromantic swear words* *Dreadful noble swear words* *Dreadful slave swear words* *Dreadful court swear words* *Elder swear words* *Ancient saint swear words*

Currently possessing only a head and entirely reliant on external pipelines for coolant and energy, Shemeh utilizes its vast knowledge, unleashing a torrent of profanities upon humanity and the suddenly appearing golden flame.
How did these damned humans manage to attack me from such a distance?

His tomb ship's location has been revealed? Impossible!
If he were any other being, Shemeher might have wondered if the flames had somehow entangled with his body, soul, consciousness, memories, or something else that had followed him.

But he's a space necromancer!

As a Nihirak king with a profound knowledge of history, various treasures, and technology, Shemekh's knowledge was no less than that of Tarasin, who was theoretically his superior.

He understood the true nature of the so-called resurrection agreement.

The resurrection protocol essentially copies all the memories of the undead at the moment of their death, uploads them to the undead memory crystal in space, reconstructs them into a new will, and injects them into a new body.

It's like a ship that's constantly being repaired. All the parts that make up the ship are replaced with brand new ones, and even the crew members are just clones of the original crew. So, is the ship still the original ship?

Many emperors and rulers were too lazy to think about these issues, but the Nihilak dynasty of Shermek had always pursued isolationism and rarely intervened in the wars between the undead for a long period of time. So, the bored Shermek often pondered these questions.

He concluded that,
Just as the Necromancer was never the same fearful being of the past, the Necromancer resurrected through the Resurrection Protocol is not the same Necromancer as before, but a new being with past memories.

The present Shemech, the Shemech who was just burned to death, and the Shemech who died earlier under the Black Stone Spire are all completely different individuals.

How could different individuals be located by that golden flame?

As a result, Shemelher's logic engine encountered a series of errors, and there was a significant discrepancy between reality and his logic.

Just then, a sharp, cacophony of metallic roars erupted from the burial grounds not far from Shemech.
The sound was so terrifying, like the agonizing wail of a dying person.
The last time Shemech heard such a terrifying sound was when he, as a fearful of death, stepped into the furnace of biological transformation.
A series of heavy footsteps sounded, and a towering undead overlord strode into the burial grounds.

His gaze swept quickly over Shemekh's body, which had just been burned to ashes. Several dark green flames flickered in his empty eye sockets, as if he were shocked and at a loss, yet also seemed to feel a little joy.

You're celebrating too soon, Kaript.

Shemerh thought calmly, then called out, "Kalept, my son, tell me what has happened!"

The space necromancer known as Kalipt twitched and turned to look at Shemehr.

“Father!” Kaript noticed that Shemech had been revived in yet another body, and the flame in his eyes flickered for a moment, as if he were somewhat disappointed.

Kaript was a prince of the Nihilak dynasty and the son of Emperor Shemech. Or rather, the two Deathbringers who were forged into Shemech and Kaript were father and son.

Without the biological transformation, or if the transformation had been delayed, the likely outcome would have been that Shemech died young and Karipr ascended to the throne as Emperor.

But fate is always so cruel. The transformation of life forms granted the undead endless lifespans, allowing Shermeh to sit eternally on the throne of the Holy Emperor, while Kaript could only remain a prince.

Kaript was generally loyal to Shemel, but as time went on, he inevitably grew tired of his position and began to have some ambitions beyond that.

After all, how could the Milky Way have a prince who is sixty million years old?
How could Kaript not harbor resentment?
But Shemech's son placed excessive importance on aristocratic honor.
He actually had a way of staging a coup to eliminate Sheikh.

He could easily destroy the necromancer's memory crystal, break the resurrection agreement, and engage in a life-or-death father-son battle with Shemir.

Shemech could certainly be overthrown, and Kaript might fail, but at least they could add some excitement and fun to this boring 60 million years.

"Father, several lords and overlords were engulfed by the mysteriously appearing golden flames and died completely," Kalipte said with a slight bow.

Complete death. Xie Mohe paused for a moment, slowly processing the word. "The memory crystal is damaged?" Xie Mohe asked in a low voice.

Could it be that humans have actually found his flagship and already infiltrated it?

“No, no.” Kalipt shook his head. “The memory crystals are functioning perfectly; they just died inexplicably.”

"Engulfed by flames, with no consciousness remaining, no memories uploaded, completely dead."

"Even the previously backed-up memories have disappeared. It's as if they were burned away by an invisible fire."

Golden flames.
Shemohe's mind went blank for a moment. Wasn't that exactly the same as his?

Why, why are those lords and overlords completely dead, but Shemeh can be reborn through the resurrection protocol?

What caused this? Was it simply because he was the King of France?

Or.
Shemerhe's undead body actually felt a slight chill.
This serves as a warning, a subtle reminder, telling Shemelh that the necromancy's resurrection protocol is not truly eternal.
Humans, or rather, that Doraemon, could even completely kill a necromancer without breaking the resurrection protocol.
Conversely, if it can be completely killed, can it also be completely resurrected?

Shemerhe recalled the scene he had witnessed: Doraemon simply reaching out and reviving the human woman named Jeanne.

"Furthermore, Tarachin just sent over a batch of his collection, claiming it's a gift from Doraemon to you." Kalipte waved his hand, and a series of dark green light screens appeared before Shemeh's head, displaying a list of the items Tarachin had sent.
Shemohe stared at him for a moment, completely unable to look away.
The collection above consists of top-tier rare items, even those considered superior in his own treasury. Many of them are recreations of important historical moments of extinct races, including even a World Soul of the Spirit Race.
That bastard Tarachin has truly amassed quite a collection of treasures over the years.

“Tarachin also invited us to the so-called ‘Twenty-Two Emperors’ Meeting of the Silent Kings, the Scourgers of the Twenty-Two Roads.’ Should we return the gifts?” Kaript asked.

Shemelher glanced at Karept with slight displeasure.
Although his son valued noble honor, he did not understand true aristocratic etiquette.
If they were to return the gift that Tarasin had put so much thought into, wouldn't that hurt Tarasin's feelings?
This is a gift, a gift from Tarasin, the overlord of Nihirak, to him, the vizier of the Nihirak dynasty, not a reward for betraying the Silent King!

Even assuming, hypothetically, that this was used to bribe Shemekh,
Can't Shermelh claim that these collections were stolen from his vault by Tarasin?
Given Tarahim's reputation, no one would question this claim.

Kaript looked at Shemehr and seemed to instantly understand his father's meaning: "Refuse, but don't return the gift?"

"Refuse? What's the rush to refuse?" Shemohe hung his empty head. "Let me think."

Shemerhe was still a little hesitant.

There are two main reasons. One is that Shemech still harbors some wariness towards so-called gods, which is a secondary reason.

Another major reason is that the final payment from the Silent King hasn't been settled yet!
What if he betrays us now and the Silent King doesn't pay him the remaining balance?
“There’s something else.”

"Just before Tarachin delivered the gift, the Silent King declared that we had failed to fulfill his commission and refused to pay the final payment."

Kaript looked at his father, Shemech, and said.

A sweet smile appeared on Shemehe's lips.

"The Silent King, raised by the fraudsters, has gone too far in bullying the undead."

Shemel said in an almost terrifyingly calm tone:

“Allaqar is right, this is a thief, he must be severely punished!”

"A meeting? Count me in!"

Kaript bowed, intending to turn and tell Tarasinshemeh of his decision.

"Wait a minute." But Shemelhe suddenly called out to Karept, "I suddenly want to change my look."

Kaript turned his head in confusion to look at his father: "New look."

"Go find a human skull and have the tomb craftsmen mold my head to look exactly like a human skull."

"Remember, it has to be exactly the same!"

Seeing his son's confused and bewildered expression, Shemech grinned:
"Haven't you noticed how beautiful the human skull is?"

"what?"

(The next chapter will be later. Also, I've brought over the operations team from Wuyou next door, so we'll probably be doing some fan title activities or something.)
(End of this chapter)