Dedicate loyalty to the good empire

Chapter 57: Tomb World, Part 2
An ancient empire has awakened, for those arrogant and foolish wizards have used the very thing they most abhor.

Psionics.

Taylor was dodging the pursuit of those damned undead at the moment, almost in a panic. Those living metals were difficult to deal with. His guns were not very effective against them, and even the explosive bombs could only stop them for a while.

He now realized how stupid he had been. That damn witch had tricked him again.

But he didn't realize that there was an ancient undead dynasty hidden under his feet.

He wondered what he had overlooked that had led to such a tragedy, until he remembered the conspicuous gem on the witch's waist.

The soul stone of the elves!
Damn it, she must have heard the stories passed down by the elves, knowing that a tomb was hidden here, and also understood how to open it.

The so-called treasure turned out to be a group of ancient overlords of the Milky Way!
Now, Frenstein knocked a Tomb Warrior to pieces.

Taylor looked at the situation here angrily and timidly.

How to survive became a new problem. There was no food here, and he didn't know the exit, so he could only leave it to fate.

He held out the Throne Coin, a gold coin bearing the Emperor's great face.

You know, the price of a throne coin is enough to buy food for Zhongchao's family for a year, but now it is worthless...

He gently tossed the thing up, and heard the ding-ding sound of it landing on the ground. He identified the front and back, and then said.

"Go right!"

This judgment is a bit ridiculous, but Taylor believes in the Emperor!
In other words, believe in your luck.

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In the ancient core tomb chamber, an old and great being is awakening. He is the king of this tomb world and the leader here.

He is a great Undead Overlord who once served under the legendary Silent King, but now he is a betrayed man, betrayed by his promises, the Star Gods.

His soul had long since dissipated, and now he was just a remnant of the Necrontyr, suffering endlessly in this living metal.

They finally chose to sleep for an infinite time, and now they are awakened again, with anger and disgust.

He woke up to a few low hums, and the ancient scepter was placed into his palm by the mechanical system. A being who once killed a god woke up.

He walked out of his coffin. The metal casting had remained intact for thousands of years without rotting, and had fulfilled its responsibility perfectly.

He naturally started his own dynasty, and the entire huge kingdom was in operation, but the long years of slumber made it impossible to restore its former scale in a short time.

He also realized that his dynasty was now in a vibrant world, which was abnormal. When he chose to rest here, it was still a desert world of dead silence.

The problem must be caused by his favorite collection. After he got that thing from the elves, bad things happened one after another.

But he wouldn't give that thing to anyone, because there were too many brainless races in this universe.

Especially those idiotic things forged by the Eldar.

He recalled how much trouble those long-eared idiots had caused him. If it weren't for the Silent King, this galaxy would have been a pile of excrement.

Although he hadn't defecated for a long time, he even missed the feeling of defecating.

Only a burst of system warnings interrupted his thoughts. He opened his control panel and called up the internal structure diagram of his fortress.

In the intricate maze-like tomb, a team of people was marked out. His fingers made of living metal quickly enlarged and selected the observation mode.

At this moment, a grave beetle lying on the Frenstein raised its head and recorded the situation there in the first person.

He listened to the conversations and began to analyze the intelligence.

"Boss, how do we get out?" a female voice asked.

"How should I know!" a man's voice answered.

"I only know that the witch brought us bad luck. She has a soul stone hanging on her body. She must have killed the elves and obtained the location of this place."

The scenery that keeps moving across the screen should be on a vehicle. Can the races in this world already use backward technology like the internal combustion engine?

In just a few breaths, he used complex multi-threaded thinking to learn Gothic, thanks to his tomb beetle that had been diligently going to the surface to collect intelligence over the long years.

He then saw the appearance of humans, who looked similar to the Eldar, but they were more like the Necrontyr, and the man who looked like the leader told him about the Eldar.

Were the long-ears killed? Because their own graves were exposed?
The Overlord's metal eyes flickered with a strange light, as if in anger.

His mind whirled until he realized something.

This strange race was rapidly approaching their collection room, but they had no navigation.

"Hmm...it's a bit troublesome."

He didn't know how those humans did it. Was it by relying on psychic power?
No, they weren't psychic, but how they'd managed to awaken their dynasty from their pocket world was a curious question. He needed more information.

The Overlord's eyes sparkled, and he was convinced of what he lacked most at the moment.

Perhaps it was a necessity among countless probabilities, he thought, and at the same time mobilized some of the Tomb Warriors who had barely awakened.

He didn't want to fight a new race, even though they were approaching his collection room and he was sure they would destroy his home.

It's like a lost insect bumping into walls everywhere in a great creation it doesn't know about, and finally using its own mouthparts to solve the problem.

The overlord felt a sharp pain in his core just by seeing those guys smashing his warriors.

He was going to talk to those guys...

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Taylor was driving and had a smooth journey, which surprised him a little.

It seems that the person he met was not a crazy guy like the Skinner, that's good.

Yawning, he moved forward until Frenstein came to a huge metal gate.

A dead end?

He wasn't sure.

Maybe the exit is behind it.

Taylor thought for a moment and asked, "Do you have any more dynamite?"

Roland replied. "Yes."

Taylor said with a smile, "Let's make a hole and see."

Roland replied uncertainly. "What if we don't export it? We don't have much explosives."

Taylor sighed. "Let's leave it to fate."

Roland nodded, but the door suddenly opened as if it understood their words.

Roland and Taylor looked at each other in confusion until Taylor said, "Let's go in and take a look. It seems the owner of this place has discovered us."

He felt a little regretful for bumping into those undead warriors. After all, you shouldn't hit someone who smiles at you.

Although he was trying to protect himself, he couldn't see that it was right.

Fortunately, he is not a motor oil man. If the Undead King wakes up and finds that most of his house has been robbed, wouldn’t he be furious?

Taylor was thinking as Ferenstein slowly drove in.

Walking through the gate, the appearance of this place began to emerge under the unnatural and strong white light.

It was a strange circular room, with many cabinets filled with various things that Taylor couldn't name, such as special crystals or strange equipment.

This hall is not very big, but there is a black sword in the middle, which looks like an unlucky thing.

Whether it's the obsidian-like color or the abnormal purple handle, there is a purple gem in the middle of the handle that looks like a big eye.

That thing is practically written on the sword.

I'm related to Slaanesh!
Taylor wondered if this was the reason why the female cultist had let him fall here.

Until a flash of dark green light appeared, and dozens of metal structures and a particularly large individual holding a long staff, like a king, suddenly appeared here.

"Teleportation technology!" Taylor looked at it in surprise. Although he had heard that necromancy technology was like magic, it was still amazing to see it with his own eyes.

Taylor said a little uneasily. "Sorry to bother you all, but I'm telling you, I actually fell in here accidentally. Do you believe me?"

The tall overlord spoke, his voice sounded like it was synthesized by a computer, quite discordant, but it was standard Low Gothic.

"Of course I believe it. I've analyzed your body structure. You need to drink water or eat, right?"

"Come, I asked the warriors to try making hot tea and snacks. These are all memories of the past dynasty. Would you like to try them?"

He asked the murderous tomb warriors to lay down their weapons and came over with strange teacups and some biscuit-like things...

Taylor looked at him in surprise, but the Overlord simply replied, "Tell me what happened in the galaxy. Once I understand, I'll send you home."

Taylor couldn't help but mutter.

He was actually a sane Undead King... He wasn't even grumpy when he woke up.

It seems I'm lucky! I'm not destined to die!
　Chapter 55 is blocked (thinking)
　　
　
(End of this chapter)