Warhammer: I, the Wizard of a Thousand Sons, Reorganize the Legion

Chapter 128 Agreement Reached

Tarachin learned from the ancient documents he consulted in his own dynasty's archives that the mysterious "Livi" was incredibly powerful and possessed extraordinary abilities.

Most importantly, the Silent King, the supreme leader of his own race, once said that the fate of all things in the universe has long been fixed, and everything is predetermined.

But only Livy, this outsider unbound by fate, can change everything.

Or perhaps only variables can change the predetermined fate and break the solidified order.

Unfortunately, Livy arrived in the galaxy too late; the Fearful Ones had already been transformed into soulless mechanical shells, their fates sealed long ago.

Even the "Levy" of that time could not reverse the situation. He tried his best, but ultimately he was powerless to save the day. He left behind only an ancient prophecy: the future belongs to wizards, and wizards will be found in every corner of the galaxy.

If all "wizards" were as powerful as "Livy," it might actually be possible to solve the age-old dilemma of those who fear the dead and retrieve their souls.

But he always felt that Li Wei was just talking nonsense, because Li Wei's current strength was too weak. He was so weak that his strength was only slightly stronger than his clone, and he couldn't even compare to his original body.

Moreover, and most importantly, what Li Wei is relying on now is ultimately warp energy. The Black Stone technology of the Fearless can suppress psionic energy, making them inherently restrained.

The words Li Wei speaks now are not credible. As for the grand plan Li Wei mentions, sorry, he hasn't seen it. He feels it would be more prudent to capture Li Wei now, dissect and study him.

Although he wasn't really that concerned about saving the entire Fearful Race, he felt that his immortal mechanical body was better, making it easier for him to collect treasures and live a carefree life.

However, he held absolute reverence for the Silent King to whom he served.

The Silent King's ultimate wish is to restore the soul of his race, and he is willing to lend a helping hand and do his best to achieve this goal.

While Tarachin was deep in thought, Levi across from him finally breathed a sigh of relief; he had actually been deceiving Tarachin.

It wouldn't exactly be called deception; it was just a promise. He promised to help the space undead regain their souls after completing the wizard project.

Li Wei's original plan was to transform psionicists, turning the entire psionic system into wizards who actively explore the rules of the world, rather than psionicists who could only passively draw power from the warp.

If the plan succeeds, then according to their own definition of wizards, not only will they be able to retrieve the souls of the space dead, but even the four Chaos Gods will be reduced to servants of the wizards and forced to retreat.

Of course, he felt it couldn't be that simple. To put it simply, he was making empty promises and trying to fool Tarasin, avoiding the immediate conflict and stabilizing the other party first.

Deep down, he still harbored a faint hope: if what Tarachin said was true, then he had traveled to the distant past, arrived at the War of Heaven, and left behind countless legends, laying the groundwork for today's events.

If he truly possesses such power, then transforming all the psionicists in the entire galaxy into wizards would truly change the world and rewrite the fate of all races.

Furthermore, in his definition, wizards do not rely solely on overwhelming power, but rather on the wisdom of understanding the rules of the world, constantly accumulating knowledge, and transforming that knowledge into the power to change reality.

He knew that his personal learning and comprehension abilities were not extraordinary, but the hundreds of millions of wizards in the entire galaxy would spark endless intellectual insights, enough to propel the entire civilization to new heights.

He noticed the barely perceptible hesitation on Tarasim's skull face and knew he had to add fuel to the fire.

Li Wei stepped forward, his gaze intense, and said in a deep voice, "Tarasin, you fear the dead—no, the space undead—are nothing but skeletons. What is there to lose? Shouldn't you gamble everything for a future?"

His words were extremely sharp and harsh, practically bouncing back and forth on Tarasin's nerves, which had long since turned to metal.

But Levi's words had no effect on Tarasin; he was actually quite satisfied with his current state.

Tarasin let out a dry laugh, tapping his knuckles on his arm armor, and slowly said, "Heh, that makes a lot of sense. We can reach an agreement. I will help you conquer this tomb of the Sotl Dynasty and let you pass through the net passage safely."

He paused, then said solemnly, "I hope that after you become the wizard you speak of, you will help our Fearful Death Clan to find their souls."

He wasn't angry at Li Wei's words, but Li Wei's words also made sense: he was just a metal skeleton, and he could afford to wait.

If Li Wei is unable to fulfill his promise in the future, he will definitely keep Li Wei in his eternal treasury and slowly dismantle and study its secrets.

Of course, by then, he felt he wouldn't want to study it anymore; a human who only knew how to lie didn't deserve his collection.

However, due to Livy's unique characteristics as an outsider, he only wanted to keep Livy permanently to fill his most precious collection.

Hearing Tarasin's electronically distorted agreement, Levi felt relieved and immediately said, "Alright, Lord Tarasin, I will certainly not disappoint you and will definitely save the entire Fearful Death race."

He abruptly changed the subject, speaking with a half-smile, "Then I'll do you a favor and release the Shadowmoon Wolf Warriors you've been hiding!"

Livy wasn't particularly enthusiastic about saving Horus's offspring, as it would likely offend the King of Figurines's collecting principles and Tarasim.

"What..." Upon hearing this, the eerie green flame in Tarasin's metallic eye sockets suddenly jumped, growing several times larger, and he seemed to be experiencing an incredulous emotional fluctuation, like a human whose sore spot had been touched.

He was furious on the spot. Asking a collector to hand over his prized possession was like digging into his very lifeline.

This was his first time collecting Astartes. He had finally witnessed a group of Imperial Gene Warriors who dared to venture into dangerous places and obey military orders. This was such a rare collection.

But Li Wei's casual remark could take away his treasures and his happiness—that's absolutely unacceptable.

He suspected that Li Wei was taking him for granted and not respecting him, which he considered an insult.

His anger toward Li Wei had reached its peak.