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Chapter 229 Tarachin: I need to sit up and see.

[The Endless One] Tarachin.

Also known as the preserver of history, the tomb raider, the temporary custodian of unclaimed property, the redefiner of "unclaimed property", the collector, the king of figurines, and the master of Akihabara.

He is the coolest space necromancer overlord, bar none.

If the crowned Zandrak's 'madness' lies in his view of all his enemies as the precursors of the space necromancers...

They see humans as weak, fearful of the dead, Eldar as psionic, fearful of the dead, and greenskins as green, fearful of the dead. They treat them with the respect due to their own kind, and after defeating them, they release them according to ancient customs, secretly watching the entire dynasty play along with their act.
Natarasin's 'madness' lay in his insatiable desire to collect.

The Solemnas Museum, which he founded, houses countless priceless treasures, including the legendary Ortanza Skeleton Choir, the well-preserved head of the Imperial Saint Bishop Sebastian Thor, the ossified shell of an enslaver who annihilated the Old Ones during the War of Heaven, and the World Soul of Karnak.
The top individuals from various races, ranging from Star God Fragments, the last ancient orc in the entire galaxy, clones of Forgrim, Sun Lords, and Jesters, to human heads with special commemorative significance, are countless.

As the undead overlord of the tomb world of Solemnas, Talasiim is governed by the Nissilak dynasty, the wealthiest of the space undead dynasties.

This dynasty has always been known for its isolation. Apart from urging his subordinates to carry out some minor expansions, the emperor of the dynasty does not issue any coercive orders to his subordinates. Therefore, Tarasin, who woke up early, lived a very happy and carefree life.

Surprisingly, Tarachin held a very high regard for humanity, especially after the Emperor ascended the throne. He genuinely believed that this equally short-lived race was the closest to the fear of death among the species that had existed for 6000 million years, and had a very good chance of becoming the dominant force in the galaxy.

Especially their reckless and self-destructive behavior.

Therefore, he has been dedicated to collecting various artifacts related to human history, and his clones have even infiltrated the upper echelons of the Throne World so that he can better discover information that is enough to change history.

But recently, the landscape of the Milky Way has quietly changed.

The last leader of the Triune Council, King Silent Szalak, is about to, or has already, returned to the galaxy.

In the back-and-forth between Tarachin and the cosmic necromancer, the most powerful astrologer, the astrologer Auricane who can travel back and forth across timelines to observe and modify history, Tarachin foresaw that the galaxy was about to get quite lively.

In order to ensure his convenience in certain future actions, Tarasin, who was hesitant to deal with the 'Fraudster' Star God Fragments, had to temporarily abandon his focus on the human world and instead concentrate on collecting those 'ownerless' Star God Fragments.

So, after obtaining the astrological instrument that was "his" from Aurikan, Tarasin threw it onto a planet with the most toxic substance in the physical universe, whose self-destruction could destroy everything within a one-kilometer radius, and which even the living metal of the space necromancers had no protection against.
That planet was called Katachon, I think?

The eyes behind the Taracin telescope held a hint of reminiscence. He still remembered that planet; back then, in order to collect a large head named Sleimaber, he lost many clones.

In the end, it didn't work out.

In short, I wish my dear friend Aurican good luck.

Taracin continued to set up his telescope and observe the Primarchs.

In short, following the calculations of the astrology instrument, he found a total of three fragments.

One of the fragments of the 'World Shaper' is inside a World Engine, which is too dangerous to deal with and should be passed over on the spot. Another fragment of the 'Burner' is in Fenris and should be kept as a backup.

The last one is here, a fragment of a star god who revived before the vast majority of space undead, belonging to the greedy part of the 'World Shaper'.

After savoring the deliciousness of the soul, one cannot give up these fragments of pleasure.

At first, Taracin wondered why this thing hadn't run away yet. Out of curiosity, he came over and found that it had been locked back in the infinite maze by human artificial intelligence.

This made him laugh for quite a while.

Tarasin originally intended to simply take the fragments and leave, but after noticing the arrival of the Imperial Mechanicus, he abandoned the idea of ​​actively intervening.

He preferred to be an observer because the things he interfered with could not be considered true history.

So he disguised himself as the apprentice of the Great Sage who forged the AI, using the disguise to convince the sage that he 'could help decipher the AI,' and then began to silently watch as the Great Sage pushed himself and one of humanity's last hopes into the abyss.

Talazin had been here for almost half a century since he last observed the Holy War of Corinth launched by the human empire, which shows how interested he was in the sights.

Aren't there only 21 cultivation chambers for the Emperor? Where did he get four more?

And what's with Arthur's abilities? The more I look at him, the more he seems like a star god!
Taracin symbolically adjusted the antique telescope to focus.

Countless pieces of information flooded his mind. Thanks to the technology that this branch of humanity possessed, which originated from the Necromancers of space, Tarachin was able to easily hack into the civilization's observation system.

This 'Primarch' in charge of the war is now leading an elite coalition force into the Greenskins' front lines.

In this territory belonging to Waboss, there are indeed not many enemies, but every orc is exceptionally elite.

Whoosh— The Ravenwing assault force is carrying Primarchs and Dreadwings in a close-range raid.

Strictly speaking, anti-gravity motorcycles are near-ground aircraft, and without the assistance of intelligent systems, only the Astartes can react to them.

The green-skinned big guys patrolling with their lads were plunged into a whiteout as soon as they heard the roar of the engine.

A concussive weapon exploded in front of them, the intense light instantly causing another sun to rise from the ground, and the high-frequency sound waves could even destroy the nervous systems of those bastards on the spot.

“Boys, come closer to me.”

The greenskins did not panic, and the boys grabbed each other's equipment and attached themselves to the cables, quickly forming defensive lines and beginning to unleash firepower on the area from which the stun grenades were being fired.

Well-trained and quick-witted.

But their opponents are faster!

A continuous stream of dark shadows approached, but the drivers reacted extremely quickly, adjusting their attack routes before the green-skinned vehicles could form a battle formation.

Phew!

The black iron torrent swept into the green tide like a flock of crows passing through. The big green-skinned man who commanded the troops was beheaded on the spot, and the slugs on the ground that were supplying ammunition to the green-skinned men immediately turned into fire slugs. The formation composed of heavily armored troops was torn apart from the side.

Click!

A heavily armed young man was sent flying by the impact, but the canister containing him stopped the fatal blow.

call out--

Then came the heavy whistling of the Power Halberd, the armor shattered, and the Heavy Boy was sent flying.

But by then the shadowy figure had already swept past it.

Just as the heavily armored kid managed to stay conscious thanks to its strong vitality and was about to continue unleashing ammunition on these unruly bastards, another powered halberd pierced its skull.

Then came the third and fourth handles.
With each high-speed attack, a portion of the boys' flesh was permanently taken away, and the chaff on the edge of the vehicle continued to tear and cut their bodies.

"I can't take it anymore!"

"Boss, boss!"

"Waaaagh! I'll spill the beans with you guys—"

Screams and roars filled the wasteland.

Seconds later, all that remained on the ground were a group of skeletons that had been shaved clean.

After scattering death, the flock of crows, composed of hovercraft, continued flying towards Waboss's location.

hiss~
Gone.

Taracin rubbed his eyes in a very human-like manner as he looked away from the antique telescope, then leaned closer to it.

His focus was certainly not on the Greenskins that had been wiped out by the Dark Angels.

It's really gone!
His gaze was fixed on the headless skeleton, the large man killed by the Primarch's sword.

Its soul did not return to the warp to join the endless waaaagh of the Goumaos, but was later spat out by the Goumaos's big mouth one day in the future and resided in a green spore in a real universe to continue the eternal and joyful war.

Instead, it disappeared, swallowed up by something.

hiss~
Tarasin gasped again.

He hasn't paid attention to humanity for decades, so what is this thing that suddenly appeared?
wow~
He carefully tidied his clothes, shaking off the dust from his red holy robes. The ancient incense burner, dating back to the Common Era, emitted a mist that blocked the detection of a series of instruments.

He then took a breath and carefully brought the binoculars closer.

I need to sit up and see.

(End of this chapter)