The Emperor’s Angel of Death

"That thing, that thing—"

He has been aware of Soshyan since he appeared on the planet, but he was not sure at first, because it was too shocking, even by his standards.

He didn't confirm that the other party was indeed "that" until the other party went underground and he observed it closely.

This is an incredible event!

It is not only for the space necromancer race, but also for the entire galaxy. For him, Talasin, the curator of Solemnas Art Museum, is even more true!

But his other name is more famous, the endless.

Talasin is a protector of history, cultural relics and things. The innumerable huge basement in the tomb world of Solemnas is full of rare and great technology, so that any technical bishop of the Mechanic will pay The lives of several close colleagues are at the expense of just understanding that these technologies do exist.

At the same time, this underground cabin is filled with all kinds of artifacts: the legendary Altanzar bonebender, Sebastian Sol’s marinated head, a enslaver’s rigid shell, and a huge The human in Baroque power armor, his face twisted in eternal screams-this is only a small part of the collection.

This is a collection that is always growing, because history is always moving forward, and Talasin is trying to catch up.

Most of the time, he will take peaceful means to obtain the collection, such as good faith deception and borrowing.

But there are also some that cannot be obtained peacefully. In this case, Talasin has no choice but to summon his army and use force to obtain what he wants-if it means destroying a city, a planet, or an entire festival. District, then he did not hesitate.

The most impressive of all the wonders of Solumnas is the Prism Art Museum. The statue in the curved room restores historical events that Tarasin thinks are worthy of display, and covers the last highest council of the world from the Ark of Idhar , The massacre spreading to Tragos.

The Prism Art Museum is not only famous for its sculptures, but also contains living beings transformed into high-gloss holographic images by mysterious technology.

This kind of statue is indistinguishable from their historical prototypes, like being frozen in the moment of victory or defeat and standing upright in Solemnas forever as a will of their actions.

Occasionally, a statue will be destroyed, possibly due to the collision of a ghost of an ancient tomb with a program error, the collapse of the ceiling of the art gallery, or a battle between a warrior attendant of Tarasim and a too curious judge. Crossfire.

These accidents will frustrate Talasin, because he must stop researching his new collection to find alternatives.

Of course, few statues can be replaced, but there are no rules in Talasin's collection, only his own decision.

If he feels that one of the strong light holographic images can meet the requirements as a substitute, then he will get them.

Once Talasin decides to update his collection, he will do it with a high sense of urgency.

As a member of the space necromancer, if it's just a collector's addiction, it is not enough to make it a freak that everyone in the same kind calls and beats. In fact, he is different from almost all of the same kind.

He didn't care about the past glory of the fear of the dead, nor the vast plan of the space necromancer that lasted millions of years, he didn't even care about the life and death of the same kind.

In other words, he is an absolute egoist.

Even in his opinion, other dreaders are not more trustworthy than aliens in protecting the cultural relics he seeks, so Talasin treats the cultural relics kept in the alien world and his own kind the same.

This has led to him playing an unpopular role in many tomb worlds.

Many dynasties have ordered him to kill him,

These events in a sense explain why Talasin rarely travels under his real name, but uses a pseudonym to hide his true identity

Similarly, Talasin is rarely found by others before he is ready to act, but he is very humble about it. He doesn't think it is how powerful he is, but the other space necromancers are narrow and stupid.

The stark contempt for the same kind has also become a very important sign of Talasin.

"This is a bit tricky."

In the black hall, Talasin shook the cloak made of sheet metal behind him, and rubbed his hands very personally.

After pacing back and forth several times, he turned around and looked at the dark golden cube suspended in mid-air surrounded by nine black columns in the hall.

"This is also a trouble. I didn't expect Barker to use the highest level of time lock as the last insurance, and there will be no way to remove it for a while..."

With that, Talasin moved his gaze to a certain deporter again.

In the dark underground, two silver-gray figures are climbing quickly along the long stairs, and will soon reach the highest temple, where he is.

"I guess it can't be stopped."

Tarasim rubbed his smooth metal jaw, thinking about the coping strategy.

"It is very difficult to capture, and there is probably no chance of winning in adventurous action."

Although this strange necromancer seemed inconspicuous to outsiders, he was actually very arrogant in his heart. Few people could see him, and there were few things that could make him retreat.

but--

Recalling the surging power that made his heart palpitations, Talasin felt that even if he exhausted all the means of this body, it would be difficult to win the opponent.

After all, the battle that year was still firmly engraved in his memory loop, hundreds of millions of warships, in the blink of an eye--

"It's better to see if he can handle this thing first."

After thinking for a while, Talasin was still a little unwilling, so he turned and walked to a corner of the hall, and then tapped the wall three times with the scepter in his hand.

Soon, with a rumbling sound, the wall opened a concealed door, and the endless walked into it, and then the wall returned to normal.

In less than ten seconds after Talasin entered, with heavy footsteps~www.readwn.com~ Soshyan and Talos entered this hall full of weird statues.

"This is a temple?"

Soshyan glanced around and found that the hall was only 500 meters wide, with invisible symbols flashing on the walls and the ground, and a large number of statues that could not be described in words stood in various positions in the hall.

Talos was also observing, but he had been staring at the mysterious cube from the beginning.

"I'm afraid it's not a temple. This is where they store holy objects."

"It's true, then why didn't we encounter any obstacles along the way?"

"That's hard to say, but—"

Talos pointed his finger to the cube.

"It may have something to do with that thing."

Soshyan looked at the creation.

At that moment, his mind was filled with unclear whispers, as if a dozen mouths were saying something to him at the same time—