Chapter 537: Tarasyn: The Heavens Are Cheating! They

On the flagship Void Wanderer of the Necron Traveller Anarquel,

the vessel once belonging to this former Necron overlord was now a scene of utter chaos,

but the greatest loss was not suffered by Anarquel himself, for the damaged compartments had been assigned by him to another Necron overlord, the Infinite, Tarasyn.

This Infinite Tarasyn, overlord of the Nihilak Dynasty, self-proclaimed keeper of galactic history, artifacts, and events, was a notorious thief and raider traveling alongside Anarquel,

because Anarquel himself had undergone some strange transformation.

As a Necron, he possessed no soul—only a reflection of fragmented past memories, a cold metallic machine; all things before Anarquel appeared cold, pale, and devoid of sensation, with only the stubborn attachments preserved in memory offering a false sense of fulfillment.

But after leaving the Acheron System, Anarquel inadvertently raised his head and gazed upon the stars before him,

and suddenly he felt these stars were breathtakingly beautiful, magnificently grand.

A fragile yet clear spark—named existence—flared within his icy body.

For the first time, he felt he roamed the galaxy, striving to restore the Necrons' former glory, not out of past obsession, but because he now genuinely enjoyed it.

That spark was fragile and fleeting, yet Anarquel treasured it and hungered for more.

But he could not grasp its origin, nor study it.

One reason was the presence of the Three Holy Guards of the Silent King—these were the Silent King's emissaries; euphemistically, they were assigned to protect Anarquel, the important former Necron overlord; bluntly, they were spying on him. Anarquel distrusted the Silent King and needed to find a way to eliminate them first.

Another reason was that Anarquel was not among the most knowledgeable Necrons—he excelled at manipulating machines, commanding troops, and diplomacy, but was unskilled in research and organizing knowledge. So Anarquel turned to Tarasyn.

One reason was that Tarasyn was less likely to arouse suspicion from the Three Holy Guards; another was that although Tarasyn was a thief, he indeed possessed vast knowledge.

Tarasyn used a device to create a time loop, temporarily trapping the Three Holy Guards within it and making them believe Anarquel was also trapped in Tarasyn's temporal labyrinth.

Then Tarasyn and Anarquel began their investigation through the void.

Meanwhile, Tarasyn had constructed a simple museum aboard the Void Wanderer, displaying some of his personal treasures and artifacts he had collected en route, and opening the exhibition to Necrons aboard and encountered along the way.

Of course, neither the crew nor any Necrons encountered showed the slightest interest in it; instead, this bastard Tarasyn, upon spotting something valuable that could enrich his museum, couldn't resist slipping his hands into his pockets and stealing it.

This earned them many enemies and relentless pursuit, reducing their operational efficiency.

Fortunately, now Tarasyn had gotten his comeuppance.

His museum had been looted.

Anarquel chuckled as he watched Tarasyn's figure standing in the museum, his silhouette appearing especially lonely amid the empty halls.

"By the heavens!! Someone dared steal from me!! By the heavens!!" Tarasyn raged.

Hearing Anarquel's laughter, he whirled around and demanded: "Is this the security you promised?!"

Anarquel couldn't help laughing louder.

But out of ancient courtesy, Anarquel still explained to Tarasyn:

"Those Astartes appeared suddenly, moved with great speed and skill—they clearly weren't doing this for the first time."

"And most of my forces are occupied dealing with the Mefrit Dynasty troops you provoked."

"Why did you have to be so greedy? Why steal Zalasusa's Starfire from Acheron?"

"That was a priceless artifact!!" Tarasyn stamped his foot in fury. "You yourself told me the details of the Acheron War—what a glorious battle it was! The Starfire is a relic of that war; I had to protect it from being defiled by that fool Zalasusa!"

"Tell me! Who were those damned Astartes who stole my things? I will retaliate against them!!"

Anarquel sneered.

At first, he had been somewhat angry too.

Not because he himself had been attacked by the Astartes—after all, humans and Necrons had no alliance; they were often enemies, and conflict between enemies was only natural.