"Who is coming?!"
Hades drank, but he had actually stood up and opened the door. A swear word came from behind the door, "Fuck you!"
"Emotions are you,"
Hades pulled his lips together with a forced smile, his shoulder against the door frame, leaning against it and looking at "Tarasim".
Hades was very sure that this guy had popped out from some unknown corner - possibly even from the accompanying team of sages, or somewhere on the ship.
"What brings you here?"
"Ha, dee, s."
Trazyn said quietly, "What. Are. You. Doing?"
Hades first sighed for a moment that it had been a long time since anyone had called him by his name as casually as Trazyn did, and then asked Trazyn's question.
Hades' serious face,
"Robber."
"Whose dug it?"
"… "
Hades was silent for a moment. The words "Nihilak Dynasty" on the screen behind him were bright and terrifying.
Is it too late for him to say now that he can't read
"It seems—" Hades' tone was long, "This tomb has something to do with you, Trazyn?"
"Are you the owner of this tomb?"
Before Trazyn could speak, Hades took the lead.
"But I thought - the tomb world you lead wouldn't be so shabby?"
"Of course!"
Trazyn almost jumped up and down at Hades' shamelessness, but of course it gladly accepted Hades' compliment. Hades made way for it, and they walked into the room together. Hades pulled over another chair.
Trazyn glanced at the planet behind the porthole, and the bright white light shone at their feet. This was not its world, but to be precise, it was its "proxy".
This tomb world contains a kind of Necrontyr pottery, which was rescued and protected at that time.
"I temporarily took over this world."
Trazyn said this confidently, but Hades obviously understood the implication, and he smiled playfully - or maybe asking for a beating.
"It seems that we made a bad choice."
Hades said, offering Trazyn a drink. "Have a drink? You bought me a Coke back then—I can pay you back now."
Trazyn's detectors detected some kind of dark liquid that was hissing and bubbling ominously from the bottom. It was highly corrosive, highly psychic, highly poisonous, and deadly.
Trazyn hesitated for a moment, but still took the drink. He had seen poor imitations in the Death Guard, but the cup in Hades' hand was obviously the original. This might be an interesting collection.
Trazyn pretended to drink, but actually threw all of them into the dimensional maze. They were his, so he kept them.
Hades, who was opposite it, was obviously a little disappointed that the Necrons did not drink the wine. This guy might be curious about the Necrons' resistance to corrosion.
Trazyn would not let him have his way.
"I understand your love of cola, Hades," Trazyn said, noting the bottle of liquid Hades was holding, which was made from the shell of some crustacean. "But what is this?"
Hades paused while tasting the wine, and narrowed his eyes.
"Don't you think this tastes good?" Hades said, "You have to taste it carefully, the aftertaste is very strong."
Aftertaste? I'm afraid it's the cry of the immune system and detoxification system. Taraxin flexibly rolled his eyes with this body.
The Figure King carefully dipped his fingertips in the liquid, and sure enough he heard a hissing sound. The two of them fell into silence, and only the voice of the tomb-robbing sage reporting to Hades could be heard.
This is even more embarrassing.
"So," Trazyn offered, crossing her arms, "how are you going to make it up to me?"
"Compensate you?"
Hades asked back, he checked the message sent back by Jin again and again, he temporarily put aside the idea of kindly asking the two sages what they thought;
Hades was 100% certain that the tomb they were now in was a discounted pot, and that Trazyn was not the owner, but a tomb robber who had preceded them.
"We divided this tomb together?"
Hades asked tentatively, "Or maybe we can just not report your little actions to your Hierophant."
"Oh!"
Trazyn waved her hand. "Threatening me?"
"What Necrontyr doesn't know my fame?"
Hades spread his hands, playing a calm and sincere role.
"If you wanted to do anything to me—you would have done it in ten thousand years,"
Hades said sincerely, "But you didn't, Trazyn, and I am very grateful for that. Although you did feed me a lot of strange things while I was unconscious, I have decided to forgive you."
"Hello?"
With a sneer, Taraxin stood up and walked freely in Hades' command room. If it saw something it liked, it would tear it down and give it to it.
Hades remained seated, tacitly approving of Trazyn's little hobbies.
"Can you give me back the goodies I fed you?"
The Endless One said, it stretched out the sound and began to announce the names of the dishes,
"One fragment of the Void Dragon, one fragment of the Nightbringer, one fragment of the Deceiver, seven stars..."
"The stars are fine," Hades' voice sounded faintly behind it, "but the Star God... Trazyn, to be honest, the Deceiver is not a good idea."
Trazyn paused in his slow pace, and the Necrons paused.
"But I see you-I see you're okay now?"
Trazyn said uncertainly, turning back and looking at Hades.
“That’s really not a good idea,” Trazyn said. “I just—I’m just so annoyed by that piece I got from Serenade.”
It walked to Hades, and while looking him up, it reached out its hand not so cleanly to the small pendants on Hades' waist, where there was a Burner Fragment Cage, a resting Magnus Fragment, and a token with the greenskins.
These bits and pieces were tied around Hades' waist like a bunch of keys.
Hades silently protected his pendants, and when he saw that he couldn't touch them, Tarasim withdrew his hand.
"Well," Trazyn nodded pretentiously, "I knew a rumor... some Star Gods can cover and instigate other Star Gods... but I didn't expect them to be deceivers."
"But you look great."
Trazyn added, "What happened?"
The Necromancer's green eyes stared at Hades, and Hades coughed twice.
"The other Deceiver fragments targeted me because of this incident, but luckily I woke up from their illusion."
"That's all right."
Trazyn commented, "Haha, I believe you won't get into trouble that easily, at least not a fraudster."
Hades looked away feeling a little guilty.
"Nothing for now."
Hades added, "I'm a half-wit, Trazyn. I haven't learned how to eat yet."
Trazyn paused, looking Hades up and down.
Then he laughed out loud.
"This is the first time I've seen a creature that starved itself to death," laughed Trazyn, who sometimes fell into deep thought, thinking that he had raised a terrible creature, but sometimes this idea began to seem a little counterintuitive.
The Necromancer glanced meaningfully at the Burner fragment on Hades' waist.
"You've come this far, you shouldn't—"
Trazyn's voice became quieter, and Hades showed a dull expression, perhaps a look of deep contemplation.
"That was when I was half out of control," Hades said helplessly. "I can't do it now, Trazyn."
Trazyn's casual posture suddenly froze.
The Endless thought of their mortal enemy, Orikan the Astrologer. As the former chief astrologer of the Necrontyr, when the stars returned to their positions, Orikan could also be temporarily "upgraded" to a star god.
Trazyn had seen it all.
Hades' situation might be similar to Orikan's. Trazyn knew what that state was like—a person would be completely washed away and covered by a greater existence, leaving only one tenth of him alive.
At least that experience completely changed Orikan.
It wasn't a good thing, at least Trazyn didn't want to see Orrickan like that again. It was something horrible, and when you saw it, something deeper welled up and told you that it was pretty bad.
Trazyn became serious now, and scanned Hades carefully again.
"Hades, I mean," Trazyn asked with concern, "you don't have a strong urge to devour souls, do you?"
Hades' expression seemed to confirm the bad news.
"Uh... I'm a little hungry."
Hades said, and Trazyn made a sharp crackling sound.
"I caused the appearance of another 'Star God'?!!!!"
"Wait what do you mean again???"
"Orikan!" Trazyn shouted angrily. It just wanted to satisfy its collecting habit and do some good things at the same time. Why is it always like this? !
"That brief promotion of the Scryer!" Trazyn shouted. "I was also indirectly responsible for it!"
(End of this chapter)