This is our Warhammer journey

Chapter 538 This lineup, I wonder who they're going to fight.
The Sotek Dynasty, the Unknown Tomb World, the Library of Astrologers
When the stars completed another cyclical activity and returned to a peaceful state, many facilities on the surface of this tomb world, which was used for analyzing galactic orbits, ceased operation.

The enormous metal lifting platform slowly descended, and the magnificent structure that almost covered the entire surface of the planet stopped absorbing starlight and instead reflected it completely, making the front of the planet shine like a crystal-clear diamond.

And at the absolute core of this vast planetary city, the great astrologer Auricane, beneath his palace constructed of data and star charts, is resolving a long-standing struggle with an old friend in yet another entanglement—

A decisive failure.

Who can blame them when Aurican's is at best a Time Technician, while Tarachin's machine model is the Necromancer Overlord?

Although these two simply couldn't utilize the full potential of their mechs.

Even so, Aurikan was quite pleased with his actions, especially with Talassina's genuine exasperation after abandoning the survival of her race.

After all, this is his home turf, and the outcome of individual disputes is of little significance to the ownership of these collections.

Astrologers anticipate the future moves of the Endless One.

Until then, these collections from Solemnas will belong to him.

He hadn't originally planned to cause trouble for Tarasin so soon, since time meant nothing to the space necromancers, especially the Endless and the Astrologers.

But no one expected the situation to change so quickly. Not only did the Silent King keep asking him to perform divinations on various times after returning to the galaxy, but the Storm King Imotek on the other side also frequently asked him to pay attention to those humans behaving abnormally in order to determine whether it was necessary to further awaken the space undead that were still in a dormant state.

Currently, whether it's the Silent King, the Storm King, or those undead who have already awakened and are looking at the world with their own purposes, they all have reservations about waking up those dynasties that are still sleeping.

Don't disbelieve it.

Now that only a few space necromancers have awakened, things are already in an uproar. All sorts of "geniuses"—neurotics, cerebral palsy, diodes, death-phobic remnants, patients with deadly infectious diseases, and so on—have gathered together, their internal thoughts heading straight for a kaleidoscope.

If a few more people start shouting, things will probably get even more chaotic.

Judging from Aurikan, who is employed by various parties and can even simultaneously implement the strategic plans of the Silent King and the Storm King, the Skinner Virus that is rampant under both sides, and a bunch of Time Technicians who have confirmed the battle reports from various dynasties, the Krok orcs, the Eldar gods, the Old Saints, etc.

The internal state of the Necromancer is not so much chaotic as it is a chaotic mix of everything.

Aurikan glanced at Tarasin.

It's hard to say whether Tarachin was inspired by something, but his choice to represent the link between the Necromancers and humans, and his decision to introduce the human element to intervene in the Necromancers' internal affairs, was perfectly timed.

Click~
The metal joints emitted a slight grinding sound, and the scratched plating and decorations on the body began to turn into a smooth liquid, then completed the restoration of the body from half-damaged to completely new between liquid and solid states.

Orican, who had been panting, stood up and smoothly regained the composure and indifference befitting a wise time technician.

Just like that robot that was suffocating under a naked chokehold and hopping around because its toes were stepped on, it never existed.

This is the truth.

Perhaps they still remember the past, and there may even be bizarre cases where someone is injected with a biological toxin and chooses to hold a funeral for themselves and pass on the throne to their successor.

But ultimately, they are very different from the past.

The expression of emotions is a signal simulated by the personality matrix. The switch of energy determines the awakening and dormancy of consciousness. After those brand-new memories flash by, all that remains in the metal body is coldness and those unchanging data.

It was precisely because they knew this that the deceased felt even more sorrow.

After silently lamenting the passing of spring and the coming of autumn for a while, Aurican, who could no longer feel these emotions, shook his head and asked.

"Still want to fight?"

He looked at Tarasin on the other side.

The necromancer was still vividly rubbing his neck, and his other hand, which he had broken off, hung at his chest as if he were truly crippled, with the broken fingers inserted into the gaps between his ribs to reset.

It seems he believes this is the best way to repair the body, a solution for a carbon-based organism, rather than initiating a reorganization protocol to allow the living metal to flow back and reshape itself.

But O'Richard really wants to say that no human being has ever tried to reset a broken finger by stuffing it into the gap between their ribs.

"I'm not fighting anymore, I'm not fighting anymore!"

Amidst a series of wailing and howling, he straightened his fingers and had a lich guard find a piece of armor from the time of the Fearless in some unknown ancient history museum and fasten it to his hand. With one hand hanging in front of his chest, Tarasin gasped for breath, looking utterly exhausted.

This truly surprised Orichen.

"You can actually feel tired?"

He couldn't help but ask.

No, buddy, I was just acting. You're really going to do it for real.

Aurican couldn't help but think more highly of Dawnwing's technique.

"Yes."

Taracin replied, then couldn't resist promoting it to his old friend, his voice carrying an almost boastful tone.

"It's not just about being tired. Even if I uninstalled all my personality data now, as long as my soul is still there, I can still execute these instructions normally and get the right feedback through these actions. In short, you can no longer simply see me as a personality made up of a bunch of data."

So you also think that we in the past were simply a group of simulated personalities made up of data, right?

They even dared not accept information from the time of the dead, fearing it would pollute their personality database and make them unlike themselves, because they insisted that they were afraid of being a death-fearing person.

"is it?"

Auricana’s deep green single eye lit up in a human-like manner, and then he said sarcastically.

"Hmph, you've enjoyed everything you were supposed to before you remembered us old brothers."

Actually, I still miss you quite a bit.

Faced with his good friend's repeated sarcasm, Tarachin couldn't help but retort.

"For example, I used to frequent your library, but you seemed to be focused on Solemnas at the time and didn't notice me. I just swaggered in. I wondered if you were working for the Silent King and got knocked out, but I thought it was only a few decades and didn't care. I just didn't expect the situation to change so quickly."

Tarasim thought of the Eldar who were so desperate they were practically ready to sell themselves into slavery to Ramses.

Because the Wings of Dawn truly do not treat people as slaves, these Eldar have indeed come to see themselves as slaves, rushing to sell themselves cheaply in order to secure a position in the Realm of No Form.

Ramses also stirred things up. He didn't want ordinary people, and he wouldn't grant permanent residency to the park unless absolutely necessary, for fear that some Eldar on temporary assignment would stay and refuse to leave.

With this whole process, not to mention the psionic knowledge that humans, whose psionic abilities are still in a shamanistic state, desperately need, and because gods like Ramses can truly protect the Eldar in the Warp, these people have even started collecting lost technologies from the Eldar Empire era.

A typical example is the plan to push humanity to a state where life cycles can continuously circulate between the real world and the warp, similar to the Eldar Empire era.

The necromancer's advantage was dwindling.

After all, the underlying logic of this world is reality and subspace. The sea of ​​souls and the real universe are objective realities that no one can deny.

Therefore, after careful study by Dawnwing and Guilliman and other locals, they unanimously concluded that the Eldar's development path, which combined reality and warp space and represented the pinnacle of the pure material world, was far superior to that of the Necromancers. Thus, Talazin was forced to resort to some unconventional methods.

Speaking of visiting the Orican Library.

Tarasin doesn't have any high-end stuff like the Floating Stone Tower. He usually just collects Star God Fragments. At most, he has some kind of lockdown technology like the Endless Labyrinth. Strategic-level technologies are beyond the reach of a non-war-specialized overlord like him.

No matter how much the Emperor indulges him, there is still a difference between ruler and subject. Although he steals things, he still has professional ethics. He will not touch the Emperor's things if he can avoid it. After all, the Emperor is really different from those victims. He can really activate the dynastic agreement to teach Tarasin a lesson.

So if you really want to find a good target, you still have to go for Auricant.

Apart from those strange little things, they basically have everything they need in terms of strategic technology reserves. Although the technicians of these space necromancers have low political status due to the system, they are quite skilled in technology.

So Tarasin also had his objections to his good friend's accusation that he wasn't hanging out with her.

I did log in to request a chat, you're in the wrong section and didn't see it, so why are you blaming me?

"?"

Auricant typed a question mark, only then remembering to check the library database that he hadn't looked at in almost a hundred years.

as predicted.

It contains a large number of records of secret visits, including a great deal of strategic technology for the subspace in Aurican's possession, as well as a large number of physical objects that were taken away.

Tarachin even thoughtfully kept a record of his work.

So, my good buddy hasn't forgotten to challenge me to a duel all these years.

And then, because he was busy emptying out Solemnas, he missed out on it in a spectacular fashion.

Aurican turned off the projector and looked at Tarasin.

I'm busy moving Solemnas, and you're busy moving my house, right?
"?"

Tarahin returned an innocent look.

The two looked at each other.

The surrounding lich guards couldn't stand it any longer.

Damn it, those two nagging wives.

"If only we couldn't keep the guests waiting too long."

After a period of silence, Aurikan shook his head, abandoning the idea of ​​commanding the Lich Guards to gang up on Talassin.

"Following the etiquette of the ancient dynasty, take me to meet the esteemed officials and let me hear their demands in person."

He spoke to Tarasin.

"You guessed I was coming, how come you didn't know?"

After securing his severed hand, Tarachin turned around first and walked ahead, asking with interest.

"Then you're really putting me in a difficult position. I wouldn't dare to be certain that my predictions are completely correct in front of those beings. You know the profession of a stargazer; it's essentially about collecting information and then making deductions based on that information. It's just that the Fearful Death have indeed made great achievements in the art of deduction."

Auricant paused, looking at his friend who was loitering in the library like family, and made a pointed remark.

"Your data is complete here with me."

Taracin wisely chose not to engage, and led Aurican out of the library to begin the formal visit process.

The process was quick.

Given the actual performance of the Dawnwing quartet, the Primarch Guard, a symbolic entity with more significance than practical importance, is not actually responsible for the Primarch's safety. Therefore, compared to the clerks who require more protection and the Primarch Guard itself, choosing to return to the Primarch usually does not involve a lengthy process.

Standing before these beings, who are practically at the pinnacle of the universe, even the tallest of beings seem like ants trying to shake a tree.

Standing next to these things, you can't help but take a second look at even the smallest things and ponder why they deserve to be here.

After traveling to the Dawn via a necromancer transport ship and undergoing a thorough inspection by the Ultramarines, Aurican arrived at the desk that would determine the fate of most of the galaxy, amidst the tense silence of the crowd.

"let me see."

Arriving atop the wide bridge, surrounded by décor that was far more modern than the previous imperial stereotypes and imbued with a 21st-century administrative style, Aurican surveyed the composition of the fleet.

His gaze swept over Guilliman, Ramses, Arthur, Ephraim, Astartes, and the ordinary clerks.

"Humans, Eldar, several lesser gods, Star Gods and Star God fragments, and their respective transformed great minions."

Faced with these anticipated configurations, the astrologer's personality matrix is ​​inevitably stirred upon seeing them in person.

With such a lineup, it's hard to imagine who their opponents would have been 60 million years ago.

Of course, this is easy to understand at the moment. After all, the several "big dads" created by that war in heaven are the source of suffering for the various races present, and also the reason why they are able to sit on the same side at this moment.

These powerful figures were all earned through hard work and struggle in their respective historical periods.

For no apparent reason, thoughts of hell began to surface in Aurican's mind.

That's pretty much a hellish joke.

"besides."

After taking stock of the members present, Aurican noticed a 'child' in the corner, quietly observing as an outsider, seemingly out of place with his surroundings.

Auric fell silent.

"I seriously doubt whether I'll ever see orcs here again someday."

From a distance, before he reached the Primarch and using the Ever Victorious Army's towering figures to block his view, he couldn't help but complain to Tarasin.

"Hmm~"

Tarahim, who was being questioned, fell into deep thought.

Thinking of how Mao Erge had isolated him from the world, and then how he was dragged into a fight by the big golden guy, Tarasin thought carefully for a moment before replying.

"It's not impossible."

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(End of this chapter)