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Kaul was silent for three seconds.

"I'll send you another class of Space Marines."

"Deal!" Tarasin replied instantly.

Clearly, the majesty of the Necromancer Overlord is worthless in the face of a rare, limited-edition figurine.

But how can I give it to you?

Caul feigned ignorance and changed the subject:

"Aren't you in Solemnas? That's thousands of light-years away. Are you going to send a subspace express delivery over there?"

"Or perhaps..."

A sly glint flashed in Kaul's electronic eyes.

"You were actually here all along?"

"Right next to me, sailing your eternally invisible wrecked ship, watching the show while fiddling with your wretched little toys?"

Tarasin in the holographic image froze, his embarrassment at being exposed almost overflowing.

indeed.

That old bastard Tarachin wasn't even staying in his hometown; he'd already led his troops into battle.

At this very moment, less than 500 kilometers to the left of the "King of Explorers".

A Shroud-class light cruiser is in a state of complete stealth, maintaining a near-stationary relative speed with the Mechanical Ark, and flying parallel to it.

Taracin was sitting on the bridge, and he was indeed assembling a figurine while watching the show.

He felt that relying solely on Kaul, a human, would definitely not be enough to resolve the chaos in Kadia.

Such a grand event, which only happens once every few thousand years, would have been impossible to record if he hadn't been there!

Therefore, Tarachin had to go to the site in person.

He had to personally turn all those heroic figures and legendary weapons into figurines, freezing those epic moments in his static force field.

This is the self-cultivation of a qualified museum director.

"After all, I need to make sure that you, this piece of trash, don't die halfway through, so I'll reluctantly follow you for a while."

Tarachin tried to salvage the situation: "You should feel honored, you amateur monkey."

"To be personally escorted by the great Endless One is a privilege that many civilizations would beg for."

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"It would be my great honor."

Kaul replied dismissively.

"Since you're already here, don't hide anything."

"Hurry up and send the live metal over; my drone is already waiting at the airlock."

What's the rush?

Tarasin spoke slowly and deliberately, seemingly unaware that the topic had been changed.

“Material transfer takes time, and my stealth field is currently in a brief period of instability, so I can’t open the hatch casually.”

"Will you die if you wait another three to five minutes?"

"meeting."

Kaul pointed to the energy monitoring screen next to him.

"My shield can last for another 120 hours, but I don't know when the next warp turbulence will come."

"If I can't fix this array of obelisks before then, I'll be forced to crawl in the real universe."

"By then, let alone going to Cardia, it will be a question whether I can even get to the next sector before becoming a piece of giant space debris."

"Alright, alright, stop nagging."

Tarasin waved his hand impatiently.

"Wait here, I'll send it over to you right away."

The holographic image flickered and disappeared, and the scarab beetle shrank back into a ball and fell onto the table, pretending to be dead.

Kaul didn't sit idly by either; he immediately reconnected the bridge's communications.

"Adum, open port airlock number 3."

"Prepare to receive supplies."

Adum, on the other end of the communication line, was stunned for a moment.

"Supplies? Where did the supplies come from?"

"There's not a soul around here, the radar is completely blank!"

"It fell from the sky."

"That's what Kaul said calmly."

“A kind passerby took pity on us and gave us some money.”

……

A few minutes later.

In the pitch-black void, a place that had previously appeared empty suddenly rippled like water.

For a fleeting moment, an elegantly designed, crescent-shaped necromancer spaceship appeared.

Immediately afterwards, a green teleportation beam shot towards the port side of the mechanical ark.

A metal box, no bigger than a fist, slid precisely into the airlock.

The box was covered with intricate necromantic runes, emitting a faint green glow.

Adum, accompanied by a squad of religious protectors, surrounded the box as if facing a formidable enemy.

"What the hell is this? A phase bomb?"

Adoum was holding a scanner, but it couldn't read any data at all.

“This is your father. Bring him to the meditation room, immediately.”

Kaur's voice came through the radio.

"Also, don't touch it with your hands, the phase coating on it will cut your fingers off."

Aduam shuddered and quickly had his servant lift the box using an anti-gravity tray.

……

In the meditation room, Kaul opened the box.

Inside lay a small piece of silver-gray metal, which looked like mercury flowing, yet maintained a fixed shape.

Living metal, the core material of space necromancy technology.

With this, the focusing lens problem that had been bothering him for so long could be easily solved.

Kaul immediately began working.

Just then, the scarab beetle that had been feigning death lit up again.

Tarahin's large face reappeared.

"How is it? Not bad, right?"

Tarahim looked smug.

"I pried this off someone's coffin lid, so you'd better use it sparingly. This stuff is a waste in the hands of you monkeys."

"Okay, thanks for turning in your grave," Caul replied irritably.

"Oh, right, there's one more thing."

Tarasin suddenly became somewhat serious (though it was hard to tell from that skull face).

"When I was scanning just now, I found some... unclean things mixed in with your ship."

"Something unclean?"

Kaul stopped what he was doing.

"You mean rats? Gene stealers?"

"If it's one of those, my internal defense system can handle it."

"No, it's even more disgusting than that."

Tarasin's tone was full of disgust.

"They are fleas from the subspace."

"Right on your lower deck, in what looks like a large cannon ammunition depot, a few reckless crew members are performing some kind of summoning ritual."

"They drew a really ugly magic circle, and they were killing people there to get their blood... oh no, I mean killing monkeys to get their blood."

"Oh my god, it's so unclean, so ugly, it's disgusting to my eyes."

As a collector with severe mysophobia, Taracin deeply abhorred this aesthetically unappealing act of blood sacrifice.

"I suggest you go and clean it up right away."

"Otherwise, once that thing emerges and soils my original starship... and soils your ship, it will be difficult to clean up."

Kaul's electronic eye instantly turned red, indicating it was in combat mode.

Damn Chaos believers!

These guys are like cockroaches in the sewers, you can't kill them all!

Despite being under such tight surveillance, they still managed to cause trouble at the lower levels.

"Adum!"

Kaul connected the communication.

"Lower deck, E-2 area, macro gun ammunition depot."

"Take the Guardians and a squad of newly awakened Fortress-class fighter servants and go clean up the mess there."

"Don't leave any survivors, burn them directly with a flamethrower."

"Understood." Adum's voice was laced with murderous intent. "I'll go right away."

……

After dealing with the internal problems, Kaul looked at Tarasin again.

Thanks.

Although I hate to admit it, that old bastard really did help a lot.

If it weren't for his superdimensional scanning, those heretics hiding behind the shield might have really caused a major incident.

"Oh, stop disgusting me, you amateur monkey."

Tarasin waved his hand.

"I just don't want to see this ship, which still has some collectible value, turn into a space monster full of tentacles and eyeballs."

"That's so tasteless."

"Alright, I won't bother you playing in the mud anymore. Hurry up and study your lens, you amateur monkey."

“If you can’t even get to Cardia, I’ll have to reluctantly turn you into a specimen (in the official history, Tarazin did indeed want to do that) and put you on display in my ‘Loser’s Section’.”

After saying that, the holographic image disappeared.

Kaul looked at the scarab beetle, which had returned to silence, and shook his head helplessly.

That old bastard.

Her words are truly sharp, and she's also... somewhat useful.