He had noticed Soshiyan had appeared on the planet, but he was not sure at first because it was too shocking - even by his standards.
It was not until the other party entered the ground and he observed it closely that he confirmed that the other party was indeed "that".
This is a great event!
Not only for the race of space necromancers, but also for the entire Galaxy, but also for him, Tarasin, the director of Solemnas Art Museum!
But his other title is more famous, Endless.
Tarasin is a protector of history, artifacts and things, and the uncounted huge basements in the world of Solemnas’ graves are filled with rare and great technology, so that any mechanical bishop will pay the lives of several close colleagues just to understand that these technologies do exist.
Meanwhile, this underground cabin is filled with artifacts of all kinds: the legendary Altansal bone croaker, Sebastian Sol's pickled head, a skeleton of a slaver and a huge human in Baroque power armor whose face twists in eternal screams—a small part of the collection.
This is a collection that is always growing, because history is always moving forward, and Tarasin is trying to catch up.
Most of the time, he would take peaceful means to obtain collections, such as deception and borrowing in good faith.
But there are also some that cannot be obtained peacefully, and in this case Tarasin has no choice but to summon his army to force his force to obtain what he wants - if it means destroying a city, a planet, or an entire sect, then he does not hesitate.
The most impressive of all the wonders of Solemnas is the Prism Art Gallery, where the statues in the curved room restore historical events that Tarasim believes are worthy of display, covering the last supreme parliament of the world of Idhar’s Ark to the massacre that spreads over Trags.
The Prism Art Museum is not only famous for its sculptures, but also has a vivid life transformed by mysterious technology into highlight holographic images.
This statue is no different from the archetypes in their history, like a frozen in the moment of victory or failure and forever stands in Solemnas as their will.
Occasionally, a statue will be destroyed, possibly due to a collision of a tomb ghost with a program that goes wrong, the collapse of the art gallery’s zenith, or a firefight between Tarasim’s warrior serf and an inquisitive judge.
These accidents would frustrate Tarasin because he had to stop researching his new collection in search of alternatives.
Of course, few statues can be replaced, but there are no rules in Tarasin's collection, only his own decisions.
If he feels that one of the bright holographic images can satisfy the requirements as a substitute, he will get them.
And once Taracin decides to update his collection, he will do it with a high sense of urgency.
As a member of the space undead, if he just has a collectible habit, it is not enough to make it a weirdo that everyone calls for. In fact, he is different from almost all his similarities.
He doesn't care about the glory of the dead in the past, nor does he care about the huge plan that lasts millions of years in the space, nor does he care about the life and death of his kind.
In other words, he is an absolute egoist.
Even in his opinion, other fears of the deceased were not trustworthy than aliens when protecting the artifacts he sought, so Tarasin treated the artifacts kept in the alien world and his kind.
This led to his unpopular role in many tomb worlds.
Many dynasties issued orders to chase him,
These events explain in some sense why Tarasin rarely travels with his real name, but instead hides his true identity with a pseudonym
Similarly, Tarasin rarely gets noticed by others before he is ready to act, but he is very modest about it, not thinking that he is so powerful, but that other space necromancers are narrow and stupid.
The naked contempt for his fellows has also become a very important symbol of Tarasin's personal.
“This is a bit tricky.”
In the black hall, Tarasin shook the sheet metal cloak behind him, and rubbed his hands very personalizedly.
After paced back and forth a few times, he turned around and looked at the dark golden cubes in the hall surrounded by nine black pillars and suspended in the air.
"This is also a trouble. I didn't expect that Balk actually used the highest level time secret lock as the final insurance, and he couldn't move it away for a while..."
As he said that, Tarasin shifted his sight to a certain expeller again.
Under the dark ground, two silver-gray figures were climbing quickly along the long stairs, and soon they would reach the highest temple, where he was.
"I guess I can't stop it."
Tarasim rubbed his smooth metal chin and thought about his strategies for coping.
"It's very difficult to capture, and there's no chance of winning when taking risks."
Although this strange necromancer seems uncontrollable to outsiders, he is actually extremely arrogant inside. Few people can catch his eyes, and few things can make him retreat.
but--
Recalling the surging power that made him palpitations, Tarasin felt that even if he used all the means of this body, it would be difficult for him to take down the other party.
After all, that battle back then was still firmly engraved in his memory, hundreds of millions of warships, in the blink of an eye—
"Why don't you see if he can handle this thing first."
After thinking for a while, Tarasin was still a little unwilling, so he turned around and walked towards a corner of the hall, and then gently tapped the wall three times with the scepter in his hand.
Soon, with a rumble, the wall opened a hidden door, and the endless people walked into it, and then the wall returned to normal.
Less than ten seconds after Tarasin entered, accompanied by heavy footsteps, Soshiyan and Talos walked into the hall full of strange statues.
“Is this a temple?”
Soshiyang glanced around and found that the hall was only five hundred meters wide, with flashing invisible symbols on the walls and ground. At the same time, a large number of statues with invisible shapes that cannot be described in words stand in various positions in the hall.
Talos was also observing, but he had stared at the mysterious cube from the beginning.
"I'm afraid it's not a temple, this is where they store holy relics."
"That's true, then why didn't we encounter any obstacles along the way?"
"I can't say anything about this, but-"
Talos pointed his finger at the cube.
"Maybe it has to do with that thing."
Soshiyan looked at the creature.
For a moment, his mind was filled with whispers of unknown significance, as if more than a dozen mouths were saying something to him at the same time-