The Emperor’s Angel of Death

Lana reached out, and just as she extended her hand towards the balcony, a faint green ripple spread out in front of her, preventing her from advancing any further.

A dimensional barrier, the highest level of protection, and also the most solid prison. Even as a Technomancer, she did not have the ability to break through it without the aid of specialized equipment.

Just as she was sinking into despair, she suddenly heard a faint footstep behind her. Lana turned around abruptly, only to see the door of the cabinet in the room open—although Necrons no longer needed clothing after biotransference, they still kept a pile of useless furniture in their dwellings for the sake of appearances.

Under Lana's wary gaze, a staggering figure dragged a faint green energy trail as it hopped out, then swayed left and right on the ground, like a spring.

“Whew, that was close. I almost triggered the alarm.”

After steadying himself, the newcomer slightly raised his hand, making a very frivolous greeting gesture towards Lana.

“Hello there, Lady Lana, we meet again.”

An incredulous sound came from behind Lana's mask.

“Trazyn, you—”

But the other party put a finger to his lips, and Lana immediately realized and lowered her voice.

“.How did you get in here?”

Trazyn's metal face revealed a cunning smile.

“I've visited Mandragora a few times, so I'm quite familiar with it.”

“Disgusting thief, this is not a vault.”

“Tsk tsk tsk, you wound me so. Do you think I only came to borrow things?”

Lana gave two cold chuckles.

“Are you here to rescue me?”

Trazyn snapped his fingers.

“You guessed it, madam.”

“Hmm? Why? There shouldn't be any connection between you and me, and I don't have anything you want.”

But Trazyn just said something out of the blue.

“The Maynarkh are awakening.”

Hearing this, Lana was first stunned, and then made a surprised sound.

“Weren't they rumored to be extinct?”

“The Sautekh and other dynasties all want to exterminate them, but someone's little trick perfectly hid the Maynarkh. I've been to their tomb worlds a few times, and the situation there is not good.”

Lana pondered for a moment, and then said:

“What does this have to do with me?”

“Maybe it does, maybe it doesn't, but things will become more interesting, more interesting than you staying here.”

Lana looked at this bizarre Overlord and suddenly blurted out:

“Trazyn, do you remember what happened during the biotransference?”

Trazyn shrugged and shook his head, and Lana continued:

“You were cursing the Silent King, cursing the tyrant who dragged our race into the abyss, so you actually remember, don't you? You are pretending, and you are helping me because I oppose him.”

“There's nothing wrong with biotransference. It is because of this infinite life that I can satisfy infinite pleasures.”

Lana stared at the other party, not knowing whether this was a lie or the truth, but none of that mattered anymore.

“Okay, take me away. I have a lot to deal with.”

“Of course, ladies first, after you.”

Trazyn made a very gentlemanly gesture, and then Lana turned and walked towards the cabinet.

“Oh, by the way, I helped you retrieve your things.”

Lana turned around, caught the dimensional cube Trazyn threw over, and nodded.

“Thank you very much.”

But she didn't leave immediately, but asked another question.

“Aren't you afraid of offending Imotekh by doing this? He will definitely know it was you and regard it as the most serious provocation, and will send his most powerful assassins to hunt you down across the galaxy.”

“Well, since he probably won't be back so soon, especially when he's ambushed by a human full of vengeful anger.”

“Acting only after everything is calculated, truly the style of the Infinite.”

With that said, she stepped into the open dimensional passage without looking back. As she left, an ear-piercing alarm began to echo in the room. Trazyn chuckled, breaking into the Sautekh Dynasty's capital to 'steal' the arrogant Stormlord's 'queen', which brought him great pleasure. Then he also plunged into the cabinet.

In the stormy and rainy Thunderstone Cathedral, Corax listened to Korax recounting the distant news, and finally slowly said:

“The Maynarkh are awakening, it seems he has begun to prepare for the final showdown.”

The Raven Lord, standing like a shadow in the candlelight, revealing only a pale face and unadorned, messy black hair, responded in a low voice:

“Russ and I destroyed more than a dozen secret Necron laboratories, each filled with appalling atrocities. Why did Xerxes choose to cooperate with these ancient evils in the first place?”

“Because he had no choice, no one knew the essence of the Star Gods better than that being.”

“Russ was called away by that person, I don’t know what he went to do, what should we do now.”

But the Weaver did not respond, but re-lit a candle, gently inserted it into the candlestick, and slowly said:

“Korax, do you think the path of the Singer is right?”

Hearing him say this, there was a slight change on Korax's pale face, as if he was timid after being exposed, but eventually he returned to that gloomy appearance.

“I cannot judge who is right and who is wrong, so I can only help as much as possible.”

“Do you think Lion El'Jonson is a confused person?”

Korax seemed a little unaccustomed to the Weaver's very erratic way of speaking, and replied after a moment of silence:

“An overly strong sense of honor and responsibility can sometimes disrupt his ability to discern, and he often appears somewhat confused on some minor matters.”

“Malcador once said these two sentences, 'Dorn is cautious throughout his life, Lion El'Jonson is not confused about important matters.' Korax, your ability to focus too much on trivial matters can sometimes interfere with your judgment. The long history of mankind has repeatedly told us that many small things can be confused, but important matters must not be confused.”

Korax did not answer, and the Weaver did not continue the topic, but took the candlestick to a shelf on the side, put it down, and looked up at a painting illuminated by the candlelight. The composition of this painting is very simple: a pool of water, covered with a green circular plant, with pink flowers blooming in the middle. Two faceless figures wearing ochre robes are sitting in the middle of the pool, facing each other with their hands clasped together.

“I am not him, and he is not me. I am him, and he is also me. Perhaps this kind of relationship makes it difficult for you, Korax, to adapt. Russ is also like this.”

At this moment, Korax blurted out:

“In my opinion, you are just sick.”

“Why is it sick, not dead?”

Korax was speechless.

“You are so eager for the familiar person to still be there, but I have also repeatedly advised you that he is gone, or rather, the person you knew from the beginning was not him.”

“We just hope he can come back.”

The Weaver pointed to the candle.

“When the candle is burned out, it will leave some melted wax marks. Then, if you re-make the wax marks into a candle, does it mean that the burned-out candle is resurrected?”

Korax was speechless again.

In the end, he only squeezed out one sentence.

“What do you need me to do now?”

The Weaver looked at him, sighed after a moment, and then said:

“Then please go to Orpheus. After Szohr arrives, help him repel the Necron attack and carefully investigate whether there are any traps in it.”

“Okay.”

As the sound still echoed in the cathedral's dome, the Raven Lord had already disappeared with the shadows.