Warhammer 40k: Melee Warriors

How many truly valuable memories are there in an endless life?

0.1%?

0.0001%?

The rest are all useless passive records.

Tarasin wasn't the only one lost in thought; Komi was also surprised by what he had just seen.

What was that thing just now?

Why did Tarasin's body suddenly radiate such a profound light? It's one thing for me to be able to see it, but how can I also see the inner turmoil of his mind through this thing?

This is how the same thing?

Koji was momentarily confused, and he did not believe that this was caused by his ever-expanding divine power.

After all, space necromancers don't have souls. They're gods who just drift through the warp. Even if they can read minds, they do so through the soul.

If it wasn't a soul, then what was that thing just now?

Tarasin sat back down, coughed a few times, and began to think about the problem as a space necromancer, not as a human owner.

“If there are only three or four hundred years, then it is indeed not enough time to properly review the contents of the documents, so it is normal to have some oversights and suffer losses.” Tarasin spread his hands, he did not want to pay so much money, not even if you emptied his pockets.

Unless he dares to rob his own emperor's tomb and misappropriate his property.

Haha, sorry.

I don't think we're that close, and I don't have the guts to do it.

"So there's no other way..." Tius lowered his head, exuding an uneasy aura.

"If you can show me the original document, I might be able to find some legal loopholes for you. After all, I've studied law quite a bit over the years."

"Huh? Our notorious playboy actually studies law?"

Tarasin smiled but didn't explain why he wanted to study law. However, Koken, who was standing behind him observing everything with a cold eye, knew all too well.

The purpose of studying law is so that one day when I'm in court, I can keep the stolen treasures in my own hands instead of returning them to their owners.

"Hmm... Let me see. By the God of Death, you actually signed an employment contract with the Lannisya Dynasty? Even I know they are a bunch of greedy vipers, how dare you?"

"There was nothing we could do. The situation was urgent, and no one else could lend a hand. The combined forces of the orcs and the Eldar were putting too much pressure on us," Tius said helplessly. "Do you know how it feels when we block a technology, and those damn orcs come up with something new?"

That's not all; those damn orcs also use force fields to disrupt the laws of physics every day. Do you know how complicated that makes the calculations? It's a pure chaotic system! We're working ourselves to death with several tomb engineers every day.

And those damned Eldar, taking advantage of their regeneration in the Warp, wasted our energy with mountains of corpses and seas of blood. Their bodies have practically clogged all the circuits, and our scarabs simply can't keep up with the cleanup!"

"Ah, I remember, how could I forget?" Tarasin shook his head. He really didn't want to recall those messy events of the War of Heaven. The victory was too bitter, and even celebrating it felt like holding a funeral.

After reading the document, Tarasin said helplessly, "No, the provisions are all interconnected and seamless, and there is even the Holy Seal of the Silent King to back it up. If I try to exploit the loopholes in the law, I will be reduced to a ball of elementary particles."

"How can this be..." Tius clutched his head, seemingly unable to accept the reality. "If even you, the richest of all, can't help me, who else can help my Emperor..."

Tarasin looked at Tius with unease. "Hey, if it's not possible, could you let me leave? My servant and I have a meeting to attend."

"Go...no!" Tius slammed his fist on the table and stood up. Sensing his anger, the warriors simultaneously raised their weapons, aiming at Tarasin and Komi. "You must help me!"

"Sorry, I can't do that." Tarasin said rather bluntly. In the short time he had been talking to Tius, he had successfully broken through the technological barrier that enveloped the area. As long as he died, he could upload his consciousness out.

Of course, if he could buy more time, he could crack even more technologies.

Although doing this would be somewhat unfair to Komi's valuable collection, staying alive is the most important thing.

If I die, who will take care of my collection?

Tius's spirit nearly collapsed under the immense pressure, and once again, Komi saw in Tius the same profound radiance that had emanated from Tarasin earlier.

The moment he saw this radiance, Tius's voice also appeared before Komi's eyes.

If we don't intervene, his madness will kill us all. Even if Tarasin manages to escape, Kane and Felicia are doomed.

How can I intervene?

Komi looked at his hands.

These hands have done so much.

Long ago, before Faya was the Pope of the Immaculate City, it was Koji who forcefully stopped her out-of-control psychic powers and the infusion of imperial power.

Long ago, when Demas was to be buried in an iron coffin and merge with the data sea of ​​the Fifth Walker, these hands gripped his shrinking neck, allowing him to maintain his sanity amidst the data frenzy.

Nowadays, being choked by hands has become a popular trend among believers of the Saviour. Many people make a collar that looks like a pair of iron hands and tighten it around their necks little by little to experience the feeling of being tightly gripped by the Saviour.

These hands, which held ordinary people below and demons and gods above, helped Gu Jian a great deal.

Maybe this time, I can help him again.

In any case, it's better than doing nothing!

After making a decision, Komi walked towards the increasingly out-of-control Tius.

"Da Hang, what are you doing?" Kane asked in a low voice, sounding surprised.

Gu Jian simply replied, "I think he's very sad. My mother used to tell me that we should help people like him."

"What? But he's an alien!"

"Aliens?" Komi pretended not to understand. "Aren't they gear-shaped heads like Felicia and Betasion?"

What? Kane's eyes widened in surprise. He never expected that Komi would look at these terrifying metal skeletons like that.

What about the battle just now? You don't think you killed a bunch of out-of-control fighter servants, do you?

Komi's words amused Tarasin, and he decided to wait a while to see how this amusing Oglin would calm down the out-of-control Tyus.

"What are you doing here?" Tius looked at Komi with an icy tone. In his view, Komi was a servant loyal to the dynasty and to Tarasin.

He was willing to speak with a lowly servant only because of his burly physique.

After all, this is extremely rare among those who fear death; the appearance of a strong person is even seen as a sign of good health.

"I want to help you."

"Help me with what? Can you persuade your master?"

"I don't think so, but I can make you feel less sad."

Komi walked to Tius's side, placed his hand on Tius's neck, and tightened it little by little.

Tius was taken aback by this sudden offense. His hand flashed, and a Hyperphase Sword appeared in his grasp. "What! You damned beast..."

However, the sword did not pierce Komi's head. After cursing, Tius fell into a long silence. He stared blankly at Komi and slowly sat back down.

Once Gu Jian released his hand, Tius sneered at Tarasin a few times, speaking to him as if shooing away a fly.

"If you want to leave, then go ahead."

What? You're letting me go like that? Are you kidding me? What did you do? What did you do? What happened?

Curiosity and doubt troubled Tarasin's emotions. He tilted his head and stared intently at Tius, trying to read something from his expressionless face.

Hehehe, I understand.

Is this a classic case of playing hard to get? You're trying to use this crude tactic to make me obey you?

You really think too highly of me.

Do you still think this happened 60 million years ago?

I've changed!

Tarasin responded with a cold snort, tore open a hyperspace rift with his hand, and turned to leave.

As his entire body was almost completely submerged inside, Tius spoke to him from afar.

"Go, go ahead. After you leave, I will file a lawsuit against you in the Tri-Saint Court. I hope you will still be so arrogant and rude in court."

The hyperspace rift hadn't closed, and Tarasin's head popped out from inside, asking, "May I ask what the grounds are for suing me?"

"The charges of stealing my father's urn of ashes, and attempted theft of other treasures from our dynasty..."

"Heh, that's it? Go ahead and sue me. If I back down, you're my grandson." Tarasin sneered. He thought it was something serious. He shrank back, and the hyperspace rift slowly closed.

"Oh? Really? Then what about the Bruck dynasty? And Emperor Sigias, the overlord Volicanssa? If you think these examples aren't enough, I could talk about them for a whole day and night without getting tired. It's really strange, how come they all died so inexplicably? And you were always right there beside them when they died, like a scavenging vulture..."

The hall was silent, except for the echo of Tius's voice on the black stone walls.

One second, two seconds, three seconds.

Five seconds passed, and just when everyone thought Tarasin was leaving so nonchalantly.

The hyperspace rift opened once again, and Tarasin emerged, somewhat exasperated, and sat back down in his original spot.

"Fine, you win, you damn bastard. I'll figure out how to handle your debts, but you have to forget everything you just said, understand?"

"You may understand, or you may not. Whether my memory is good or not depends on your performance."

"Fuck you."

Chapter 1193: I know you all too well.

The friendly and enthusiastic meeting came to a temporary close, with Tarasin agreeing to help Tius reduce his debts.

Of course, the plan wasn't to use his own money to cover Tius's debts, but rather to orchestrate a massive financial disaster by destroying the Lannister dynasty's central database. Once the debt records were physically erased, Tius could shamelessly default on his debts.

Moreover, if Tius's moral standards were even lower, he could even use the Lannister dynasty's poor management as an excuse to make him responsible for the data loss, even if the lost data consisted of debts.

After discussing these matters, Tius spoke to Tarasin about the Great Hammer. He felt that Tarasin, this servant, gave him a great sense of security and made him more rational in his thinking. He hoped that Tarasin would be willing to part with it.

Tarasin was reluctant to agree, as he was also quite interested in studying Da Hang's body. He was very curious about why Da Hang knew about the unspeakable things he had done as soon as he grabbed Tius's neck.

Could it be that Da Hang told Tius?

Haha, how could that be...?

But Tarasin had no choice, since Tius was in the right.

He said that if Tarahim did not hand over the ram, he would hold him accountable for stealing his father's urn.

But Da Hang also had something to say: if Tius insisted on him leaving, then Felicia and Kane would have to take them with him.

Tarasin and Tius negotiated for a while, and it ended with Tius handing over his mother's urn as a keepsake to Tarasin.

In the room that Tius had prepared especially for Da Hang, Kane and Felicia looked at Da Hang sitting on a sofa that was larger than the entire human race and exchanged glances, both thinking about the same thing.