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Chapter 600 The Fraudster?
The Silent King's flagship, the Song of Annihilation,
This enormous ship, as large as a giant city, was slowly moving through the cold void.
Astrologer Eurycan concluded his day of stargazing and left the observatory specially arranged for him by the Silent King, walking down the cold, long corridors of the giant ship.

He reached out and rubbed the area near a human's temple.
This was certainly not because he was tired or had a headache; it was simply a habit he carried over from when he was still alive.
The Fearful Ones are a short-lived race.

Their planet's star was possessed by the Star God, the Night Bearer, who caused it to undergo a mutation, releasing extremely toxic sunlight.

Under that sunlight, the bodies of those who feared the dead often suffered from various diseases, and their lifespans were extremely short. Even after they entered the stars and learned countless technologies that seem miraculous today, they could not erase the curse that the star god had engraved on their existence.
Eurycan was even shorter-lived than many of the already short-lived, death-phobic people; he was born with a large brain tumor.

This tumor stimulated Euricane's brain development to some extent, giving him extraordinary thinking abilities, but it also constantly threatened his life.

According to the physicians who treated those who feared death at the time, Orichen's lifespan was only about half that of a normal person who feared death; it was a very short life.

Even as a death-fearing individual, Eurycan was obsessed with stargazing, and his mind endowed him with a certain ability.
He can decipher the trajectory of reality and the future from the movement of the stars, see the ripples of the fundamental laws of the material universe, and find the direction of the world's development.

For this reason, he became the royal astrologer of the Silent King.

After each stargazing session, Eurycan would feel extremely exhausted. The tumor was pressing on his nerves, causing him persistent and unbearable headaches.

At this point, he would reach out and rub his head with his fingers, offering a trivial way to alleviate the pain. Then he would sneak into the Great Archives of the Fearful Dead.

The culture of those who fear death is deeply influenced by it, leading to an inexplicable obsession with death, the past, and leaving a mark on the world.
The archives of the fearful dead are a museum, a library, and also the cemetery of their race, storing all records of the living and the dead.

That place is like the past of the fearful dead, which corresponds exactly to the future symbolized by the Orican astrological platform.

Euricane would sneak inside, look through the old records, and tease Tarasin, who was very dull, serious, and taciturn back then.

Unexpectedly, after 60 million years, he has become the more serious one, while Taraxin has become just like he used to be.

That idiot whose brain is fogged up by history,

When Eurycan thought of Tarachin, he couldn't help but shake his head.

He dragged Euricane towards the furnace of biotransformation, holding Euricane's hand and telling him that as long as he entered the furnace, Euricane could be reborn and gain eternity, and that he didn't need to worry about the tumor in his brain taking away the most important mind in the galaxy.

Then, Orikan and Tarasin stepped into the furnace's flames and died together.

Sometimes Eurycan wondered if this was the reason why the two of them experienced some memory confusion after the body swap.

Orikan began to resemble Tarasin, for in his memory it was Tarasin who dragged him into the bio-transformation furnace.

Tarachin began to resemble Orikan, and in his memory, Orikan had dragged him into the bio-transformation furnace.

It's possible that Eurycan became Tarašin, and Tarašin became Eurycan.
Who knows?
Even that period of history and time itself have been disrupted and corrected countless times in the endless wars.

Eurycan didn't care about any of that; it was just one fool dying for another fool.

As he reminisced about the past, Eurycan walked toward the direction of the Silent King, a way for him to relieve the pressure on his logical brain.

Suddenly, Euricane saw two figures in the corridor, one tall and one short, one thin and one strong, one master and one servant.
General Zandrej and his bodyguard Obi-Long
These two men were acquaintances of Orikan; not long ago, Orikan was serving the Storm King, while Zandrek was the Crowned General under the Storm King.
Unexpectedly, both of them switched sides and became the Silent King's subordinates.

Of course, Euricane was acting on the will of that person; he was a spy and a mole.

Zandrej, that old madman, probably still sees himself as a coward, blindly loyal to the Silent King.

Orikan remembered that Zandreuk had become a crowned general by suppressing the death-fearing separatists.

“Master Orichen! It’s been so long!” Zandreuk greeted Orichen with a loud voice.

Orikan stopped and looked at Zandrek with a hint of wariness.

This old man may be crazy, but that doesn't mean he's not dangerous.

Not long ago, he used an iron fist to forcibly suppress several overlords who attempted to rebel against the Silent King, and eliminated a group of orcs who were disturbing the edge of the Spirit Exorcising Dead Zone. Now he has returned in triumph.

Of all the generals under the Silent King, Zandrek is the most dangerous in terms of command ability.

In terms of individual martial arts skills, Zandreuk and his bodyguard Obi-Long, if they hadn't transformed into "light," would have been difficult for Orikan and Tarasin to handle together.

A mad, intelligent, and powerful commander and warrior, and very likely to remain quite loyal to the Silent King. If the Silent King discovers Orikan's true intentions, Zandrek will become one of the most formidable enemies.

“I still remember our time working together under the Storm King!” Zandrek said with a smile. “I never imagined that I would be able to work alongside such a reliable person as you under the Silent King.” “Because we have no self in our hearts, only two words: loyalty and sincerity!” Orikan said to Zandrek with a serious expression.

“That’s right, that’s right.” Zandrek nodded repeatedly, then smiled and said, “I have something I’d like to ask you to do.”

Orikan slightly raised his eyes and looked at Zandrek, asking, "What is it? If it is the will of the Silent King, I will carry it out without hesitation."

"No no no!"

Zander chuckled and waved his hands repeatedly:

"It's just a small problem of mine."

"You know, I'm not young anymore. Lately, I've been feeling increasingly powerless in the war. I often lament that time waits for no one and feel that the scythe of death is already close to my neck."

"Therefore, I would like to ask you to perform a divination for me: how much longer do I have to live?"

"..." Eurican's metallic body trembled slightly, speechless as he looked Zandrek's metallic body up and down.

How much longer do I have to live?

Is this the kind of question a space necromancer would ask?

That old bastard has really gone mad! And yet he's here to torment him again.

“Your lifespan is as long as metal.” Eurican could only forcefully suppress the urge deep within his consciousness and answer him with a smile.

“Metal rusts easily!” Zandreuk exclaimed.

Orichen was speechless after Zanderek said something that left him speechless.

"You're made of stainless steel," Orikan replied with a forced smile.

Zandreuk slightly opened his mouth.
Seeing that he still wanted to speak, Euricane quickly changed the subject:
"The Silent King is still waiting for me to report the new divination results."

Zander smiled and made way for Orikan.

“Is it him?” Zandreuk’s guard, Obi-Long, asked, holding the giant scythe. “In some rumors, Orikan has mastered a technology that allows him to become a composite of light, energy, and physical laws when the stars are in the right position, just like a star god.”

"The form that Xerath sought has actually been achieved by Orikan. Is it possible that he is a Star God himself?"

“No, she’s not a fraudster.” Zandreuk’s smile remained unchanged as he gently shook his head.

Zandreuk turned his head and looked at Orikan's departing figure, saying, "He should be another hidden piece of that person's. That star god-like form should just be a product of that genius's mind."

"We can rule out the possibility that Eurycan is a fraudster. The list that person provided still includes people who could potentially be fraudsters."

Zanderek narrowed his eyes slightly.
The two saints beside the Silent King: Xerath the Enlightened One and Imotek the Storm King, as well as the Silent King himself.
According to that person, any of these are possible; it could be one of them, some of them, or all of them.

Fortunately, aside from the Storm King, almost everyone else regarded Zandrek as a complete madman. While they were wary of him, their wariness was limited to his command abilities and combat prowess; the Storm King didn't require Zandrek to take charge.

No wonder that person chose Zandrek as a hidden pawn to infiltrate the Silent King's inner circle.
"Who says being a madman is bad? Being a madman is great!" Zandrek smiled a few times, then walked into the depths of the Song of Annihilation and disappeared.

In the silent and profound Throne Hall of the Song of Annihilation,
Dias, the throne of the Silent King, stood there.

This magnificent throne, crafted entirely from black stone, is the seat of every Silent King and also a powerful necromantic construct from space.

The Burner, bound to the throne, struggled as the powerful fragment of the Star God was constantly drained of its energy, leaving only its upper body on the throne, emitting a silent roar, like an emerald gem embedded in the throne.

Hapsartas the Radiant, Mesophite the Blade, and Szalak the Silent King himself stood atop the throne.

Eurycan stiffened slightly, but still strode towards the throne.
On the throne,
The Silent King hung his head, remaining silent, but he seemed rather displeased. He wasn't holding his Eternal Glory Scepter; instead, he was quietly examining a long spear in his hand.
The spear was forged entirely from living metal, shimmering with a ghostly green luster. It was covered with a series of constantly flashing necromantic constructs, and an inextinguishable orange-red flame coiled around its shaft, like the wail and curse of a god before its shattering, filled with endless malice and a desire to burn the world.

Just looking at that weapon filled Eurycan with dread.
That gun...that gun...it wasn't destroyed.
"The astrologer, the great Silent King Szalak, asked: 'Why are there so many traitors?'"

(End of this chapter)