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He Shenyan raised his hand slightly to stop Angron, who wanted to speak. This situation is not suitable for him, and he must be very careful when dealing with such an old fox.

He smiled lightly and shook his head as if dissatisfied: "Not enough."

"Not enough . . . well, indeed." Tarasin nodded solemnly, agreeing, "Not enough, for such a masterpiece of your own creation. Fulgari, the uncorrupted Mu really can't match the brilliance that he bloomed after his fall."

He paced back and forth a few times, with his hands behind his back, and tapped his head restlessly. The sound of metal collision is very harsh.

"Well, what do you think of this?"

Tarasin thought for a while, and he said, "I'll put some weights on this small scale between us. What do you think, a banned soldier? Is this enough?"

This time, He Shenyan was indeed a little surprised.

He got a lot of information from the Emperor about the famous people in the universe, and Tarasim the Infinite was among them, and he was famous. He is not an enemy of humans like many of his ilk, nor has he killed more or less as many people as the others on this list.

This...is there because he's an extremely skilled thief.

He's stolen, traded, and traded a lot of outrageous things, and keeps them in his library to enjoy anytime. He himself is very proud of this matter and has no intention of concealing it.

And what really got the Emperor's attention to him was one of his wild words - he said he was going to steal a lock of the Emperor's hair to keep as a collection.

Despite this, the Emperor actually held him quite high.

Here are his original words.

"Although Tarasim is so out of character, he can even deceive people into attacking his own kind, but he can be regarded as an immortal who sees through life." The Emperor said.

"Endless life brings not only endless power and broadened horizons, but also endless loneliness. This is the case with the Necron race. Their life forms are very peculiar. In fact, it cannot be said that they It's a race - after all, they're all dead."

"What exists now is only the memory combination of those souls from the past."

"Talassin's actions are crazy and very incomprehensible, but I can roughly understand what he thinks - in his view, their society has stalled,

Stubborn, unable to even appreciate any form of art. And the reason why he kept collecting countless collections was so that he would not become the same as his kin. "

He Shenyan was sure that despite the Emperor's high opinion of him, it didn't even seem like he was commenting on an alien. But if he knew that this guy stole one of his banned soldiers, he would probably send someone to hunt him down immediately.

"Forbidden Army?"

"Oh, yes!" Tarashin hurriedly said, as if afraid of He Shen's disbelief: "Alive! I put him in a stagnant position that I made by myself, believe me, even if you go another one more time. Ten thousand years, his armor is still as bright as new!"

"Can I ask where you got it?"

"Well, sir, this involves trade secrets!" Talasin laughed, and the metal ornaments on his robe collided with his ribs, making a monotonous noise.

"Enough is enough, but...are you interested in doing something else?"

He Shenyan glanced at him, suddenly smiled brightly, and made a gesture. Tarasin nodded immediately: "Of course! I will buy as many works of an artist as you!"

"Overrated."

The mage laughed and threw out a ball of light, which Talasin took with superhuman agility, and said doubtfully, "This...?"

"Crush it, try it."

Tarasin did as he was told.

In an instant, he seemed to have come to another new world—a towering ancient tree, an ancient dragon whose skin was as hard as a rock. and those born from the darkness. The ancient king who rebelled against flying dragons and drove thunder and lightning... Time passed quickly, and he saw the ancient king himself step into the flames to continue the world.

I saw countless heroes who were willing to die and turned themselves into firewood one by one. The flames still inevitably went out... Finally, after an unknown number of years, an arm pushed open the coffin and a knight climbed out.

And then... eh?

What about the back? !

Talasin suddenly looked up at the smiling He Shenyan and asked eagerly, "What about the back?"

"Don't worry, Mr. Tarasin, what do you think of that history?"

"Perfect!"

Talasin seems to be interested: "The epic of heroes, but inevitably decline and death! I love this theme the most!"

The green fire in his eyes gleamed: "Please tell me the end of that world, sir! This history deserves a place in my collection, and I will hang them in the most conspicuous place!"

"How are you going to save it?"

"Retrieving memories, of course—wait!" Thalassin exclaimed suddenly in panic. "Why did they start to disappear? No! No!"

He made a comical gesture, with his hands raised at forty degrees and his legs straight. There was even a cry in his voice: "No! I can't even forget this! May the sun shine forever!"

Angron's face twitched, and he used his eyes to indicate that the mage was almost done. If it goes on like this, God knows what else this guy can do.

"May the sun... may..." Talasin sobbed and dropped his hands, unable to utter the words again. The sound of his expressionless metal skull was creepy. But the real emotion in his voice could not be concealed.

He said, "What a cruel contrast, sir, that you stripped those memories and graciously kept the emotions I felt. They were still churning in my heart, and if I still had tear ducts, I would have wanted to crying."

"Memories pass away, but emotions last forever. Don't you think this is a better art than those memories?"

The Master smiled and said: "The grief and sadness that come from nowhere are real and long-lasting in your heart. I don't know the source, I don't know where to go, every time I see it, I can make you think of this situation and this scene, and it can make you feel Feeling the joys and sorrows again—how about it, Mr. Tarasin?"

"I......"

After uttering a syllable, Tarasine stood still for some reason.

He raised his hands and stared at the sharp-boned metal palms. He shook his head suddenly, and the smile could not be concealed from the synthesized voice: "You are very accurate about my mental state."

"Just a fluke—what do you think this artwork is worth?"

"It's worthless to my kind." Tarasine stopped smiling, looking so serious. "But for me, nothing can be exchanged. You made me feel something I thought I could never feel again, Your Excellency."

"Have I had the pleasure of knowing your name?"

"He Shenyan."

"Good names—the paradox of first and last name, ah, it's fascinating. It's as incomprehensible as the paradox in you yet has to be attracted."

Talasin didn't know whether it was sincere or fake flattery. He said: "You have great power, but you don't want to be a king and a god. Presumably this has a lot to do with your past experience, um, let me guess. Guess......"

"Stop the mental profiling, Mr. Tarasin, shall we continue to test each other, or shall we stop and complete the deal?"

"Of course, of course." Tarasin nodded. "You have added a heavy weight, and of course I have to express it."

"I think about it..." He scratched his ears and scratched his cheeks for a while, and then said: "I thought about it, but I couldn't find a collection that can compare with the melancholy full of melancholy you gave me, alas, Why don't you come to my collection and choose it yourself?"

"OK."

He Shenyan nodded as usual, he even had the space to tell bad jokes: "You are a gentleman, I guess, you shouldn't attack me suddenly and put me in a stagnant position, right? "

Talasin opened his chin, and laughed in a dull and monotonous manner: "Of course not, you can rest assured that my credibility is guaranteed in this regard."

The two looked at each other for a while, then laughed at each other.

"Forget it, Mr. Talasin." He Shenyan blinked. "Think of those emotions as gifts from Fulgrim, but I hope to see the uncorrupted Phoenix and the Custodian immediately, the sooner the better."

"It's natural, I can understand your desire, they will be brought in 72 hours at the latest."

"Then I'll ask you to stay on my ship for a few days, what do you think?"

"But it's disrespectful."

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Angron let out a deep breath.

After the alien left, he suddenly relaxed. It's not that he hasn't dealt with aliens, and it's not that he hasn't dealt with them. But for some reason, Angron could always feel a subtle dissonance in the face of this existence called Tarasine.

Especially after he had a great conversation with the mage, this sense of disharmony reached its peak, which almost made Angron restless.

"Why are you so nervous?"

"The way you talked to him was too..." Angron exhaled again and said a little tiredly. "I don't know how to describe it. In short, it's best not to let others see the conversation between you and him."

"By the way, do you really want him to stay on the Vengeance for 72 hours?" Angron seemed to be complaining, shaking his head, puzzled.

"Of course, why not?"

"Aren't you afraid he'll make some trouble?"

"He won't mess around."

He Shenyan smiled meaningfully: "He knows what the memories I show him mean."

Angron was still at a loss.

He Shenyan said helplessly: "Damn, Angron, the jokes and riddles are just worthless shells after being explained. Well, the memory itself is not important, I made those memories in his mind disappear. that matters."

"For a Necron like him, memory is all they have. Their current personalities are all derived from past memories, so after knowing my methods. Not only will he not do anything, he will be very Eagerly hope the deal closes soon so he can leave quickly."

Angron narrowed his eyes: "Does this mean...?"

"Yes, if I want, I can control the Necrons and even become their god," the wizard said calmly. "Otherwise why do you think he would say that?"

"But you won't." Angron said firmly, then asked, "Really?"

"Yes, I'm not interested in being a group of gods with ribs. They are the enemies that human beings will face sooner or later, but what I want to say-" He Shenyan raised his head.

I actually saw myself in them.

He was silent, half of his words were rigorous, and the atmosphere fell into silence.

Long life, endless power. He has both, time goes by, the years pass, and the galaxy continues to flow. And can he continue to be the same? He Shenyan didn't have an answer, he remembered what Sishorn said to him.

At that time, Underworld God's expression was very certain, as if he had seen the future: "You will lose all humanity sooner or later."

He was so certain that He Shenyan had reason to believe that his speculation was based on countless examples. After all, Sithone himself was one of those who gradually eroded his humanity after possessing power and an endless lifespan, and he was indifferent to anything. All day long, I just want to find more fun with my dark book.

It was the only thing he cared about, and the only connection he had with the world. And Sithone's reputation is even good among spellcasters. He is responsive to his needs, and gives strength whenever he wants, which is extremely refreshing. And it won't do those particularly disgusting and cruel things. Compared to those of his kind, Sishorn was surprisingly good.

Sooner or later, you will lose all your humanity... He Shenyan chewed on his words and sneered suddenly.

Yeah?

Lose all humanity and become a monster? Or something scarier than a monster? Like the ancient one... a bright future built with the blood and bones of countless people?

Do not.

I never choose.

In confronting Leland Gaunt, I didn't let him take away the souls of those town dwellers. In confronting the angels, I didn't let them take the life of Hogwarts or the world. I didn't trade Ciri's life for a whole world, I didn't kill innocent people, I wasn't a god, I wasn't a tyrant, I wasn't a killer...

I am just a mage.

A cross-border mage with a bottom line.

He opened his eyes, looked at Angron, who was still waiting for the following, and said softly, "I have no interest in them at all."

Angron could see that He Shenyan was hiding something, but he didn't want to ask. Everyone has the right to keep their secrets. So, he just nodded.

"So, can you explain to me... how did the uncorrupted Fulgrim come to be?"

"Ah, this..." He Shenyan rubbed his eyebrows with some headache. "That's a long story."