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—The pocket space was surrounded by a dark metal object, with a faint dark green light shimmering through the gaps in the metal.
The stasis field of Casca, the hammer of Filus, the Fist of Dorne of Roguedorn, the Codex of the Machines, and a strange-looking metal artifact, among many other relics, lie here quietly.
and many more?
A strange-looking metallic object?
This is--
Grin.
A ghostly green light flickered in his eyes once more.
......
"Finally, I've found this place..."
After a not-so-long hibernation, another notorious thief who roams the galaxy, the Figure King Endless Tarazyn, has opened his eyes again.
"Equipment from the Primarch... This is, well, the weapon of the Great Demon."
Not bad, not bad.
Sure enough, you can steal more from a den of thieves than from anywhere else.
Having learned this, Tarasin, who was also very experienced in stealing figurines, accidentally had his own mecha moved into the Blood Raven's relic vault during one of the other party's "visits".
Perhaps it was a shared understanding between heroes, but the figure king Tarasin infiltrated Blood Raven's relic vault in the same way as Kasgar.
These items are of great research value and commemorative significance.
But for an ancient relic that has been wandering the world for hundreds of thousands of years, Tarasim himself is older than these relics.
It has some research value, but it's not enough to warrant adding it to his collection.
Compared to these inanimate objects, Tarasin prefers to collect historical figures from time and space, and displays them in his static force field in the form of famous scenes.
In other words, he prefers 1:1 scale figurines to weapons and equipment.
Tarachin glanced at these priceless relics.
He casually picked out a few representative symbolic items and stuffed them all into his pocket.
His gaze then stopped in front of the crystal that was shimmering with a pale blue light.
"This is... the Codex of All Machines?"
Beneath the pale blue crystals, Blood Raven recorded his description of this ancient relic.
To possess the technology of humanity's golden age...
Although it is still very backward for space necromancy, Tarachin can be used as historical evidence of the development of human technological history, which will be of great help to research.
Let's put this away.
As he pondered this, Tarasin used his silver metal fingers to remove the entire static force field from the relic and held it in front of him.
The Machinists, Peturabo, Chaos, and Blood Ravens were not the only ones eyeing the Codex of the Machines.
An ancient relic that may contain all the technologies of the Dark Ages, the Codex of Myriad Machines, has attracted the attention of countless forces to this steel fortress since its discovery.
Aside from the arrogant Eldar who look down on human technology.
The trip was quite fruitful.
Finding a database that records the history of human technology is already a great achievement for Tarasin.
After all, humanity's reliquary certainly doesn't contain the historical figures from ancient times, sealed away in a static field—that he most desires.
Eh?
His silver, living metal face seemed to show a hint of doubt.
"This is... a Casca?"
......
Tarasin was also stunned.
Originally, the figure king Tarasin only intended to take the "Codex of All Machines" and leave, but when his gaze fell on the object beside him that was also sent into the vault as a sacred object, he immediately stopped in his tracks.
As a self-proclaimed historian, Tarachin could never have imagined that this man, who possessed a portion of the power inherited from the ancient Eldar gods, would lie right in front of him.
Casca, you bastard—
Tarasim couldn’t wait to take this entire stasis field back to his space base!
He had wanted to add the other person to his favorites for a long time, but he hadn't found a good opportunity yet.
After all, as an existence that the five gods of the warp take great care of and watch over, his true form has always been the object of contention among many forces. Even if Tarasin wanted to make a move against him, he could never find an opportunity.
Rather!
Just when he was about to give up, he found it in the Blood Raven's warehouse!
(The Great Vortex is located near a straight line between the Milky Way's core and Terra, and is one of the most densely populated regions of stars. It is believed to be the center of the Milky Way.)
(That is to say, they are currently in the southern part of the Great Vortex, which is the southern part of the Milky Way.)
Blood Raven is truly a blessed land!
Leaving aside the relics, even Casca himself possessed them!
Click.
The instant Taracin's silver metal fingers touched the stasis field, the tiny flame that had been lurking near the stasis field switch ignited it instantly.
Bear!
As the stagnation of the burning psionic flames dissipated, Kasgar found himself in this pocket-like space, his eyes beneath his helmet meeting those of the Endless One, Tarashin.
"Well......."
The two looked at each other in bewilderment.
......
"So...you and I came here for the same purpose?"
"...Even the methods of infiltration are the same?"
Kaska frowned, not having a good impression of this figurine king who had suddenly barged in wanting a piece of the pie.
This guy still owes him a whole shipload of gene seeds!
Even if the debt is paid off, Casca won't give the alien that's always trying to collect its treasures a friendly look.
The infamous bandit leaders, Blood Raven and Tarahin.
Today, Casca encountered both of them.
"However, you may not know me yet, I am here for—"
Seeing that Kasgar had not replied for a long time, Tarasin thought that the other party might not understand him. He tapped the ground with his staff and raised his cloak behind him as he spoke.
"Give me back the money."
"......Um?"
"Is it Tarasin the Endless One? You plundered an entire Geneseed transport ship from our Sons of the Emperor Legion, preventing us from restoring our legion's organization for so long, wasn't that you?!"
hiss.
Kasga's words were a bit too sharp, and Tarasin regretted introducing himself.
"Give me back my money. There's no reason in this world to steal someone else's property and then pretend to be civilized."
Flames ignited in Kaska's hands, and with the gathering of psionic frost, it seemed he was determined to fight Tarasin to the death here.
"Wait, friend."
"Perhaps we can... reach a temporary cooperation agreement?"
"Cooperate? Why would I cooperate with the culprit who almost wiped out our legion?"
"this......"
"Friends, we will only lose more if we fight here."
He didn't really care about the fact that he stole a whole shipload of genetic seeds from Casca.
So what if it was stolen?
If Tara Singh had any sense of shame, would he still be called the King of Figurines?
"To be honest, besides the genetic seed, I have also preserved a powerful warrior from ancient times for you."
"Who?"
Regardless of whether the words were "theft" or "protection," Kasgar immediately asked.
"Sword Saint Aqua Duna - she did not die, but was protected by me in the static field."
Aqua is not dead!
This was perhaps the best news Casca had heard since waking up.
Why are you telling me all this?
But his wariness of Tarahim had not diminished in the slightest.
"That's obviously to achieve better collaboration with you."
"Perhaps I can assign you an assistant. When you have the need or the sincerity to do so, I would be willing to exchange some of the collections you are interested in."
To exchange an inanimate object for a former comrade-in-arms, or for the hope of rebuilding and reviving the legion.
This is obviously more cost-effective.
"To show our sincerity—you can choose from our collection first, how about it?"
Tarasin's silver finger pointed to the vast stockpile of Blood Raven artifacts displayed behind him.
......
Transaction.
The two men held hands tightly, displaying their social skills.
Kaska was naturally somewhat dissatisfied with Tarasin, but he held back because Tarasin had protected Aqua and they would be exchanging her later.
“Then I want this Codex of All Machines,” Casca said. “It’s the stolen goods I promised to get back for Peturabo.”
"As you wish."
Tarachin, with great gentlemanly manners, handed the small blue crystal to Casca.
"And that [Brokensmith] is an artifact crafted by my wife, Fugrim, and I have the right to inherit it."
"It's up to you."
"And that one..."
"for you."
"Ah, that one too—"
......
“Friend, although I let you choose first, your appetite is a bit too big.”
Kaska left the other party nothing.
Of course we won't keep it. The Blood Raven's inventory is clearly the crystallization of our human wisdom. How could we possibly give it to you, a monster like Tarasin?
Tarasin: "......."
"Friend, is there any possibility?"
"The pocket space you are in now is made from the technology of us space necromancers?"
hiss.
This Casca is so shameless, no wonder he's...
—No wonder he is Tarachin's strategic partner!
Although Tarasin appeared somewhat displeased, in his heart he had already accepted Casgar as a guy.