Kilsager and Chat Groups

"I have arrived as promised." A cold and deep voice rang out, freezing the entire space. It was Tarasin's voice that broke the silence.

Kilsaji looked at Tarasin, a hint of anticipation in his eyes: "Then... can we go take a look at my collection?"

Her tone was somewhat uncertain, yet full of confidence, as if she were anticipating Tarasin's reaction.

“Lead the way.” Taracin’s answer was concise and decisive. His gaze swept around the surroundings, as if he couldn’t wait to begin this collecting journey.

As soon as he finished speaking, Kirsajarn immediately turned around and led him toward the mysterious collection room.

As Tarasin walked, he looked around at the Tek Fortress that had been hastily deployed in Chirsarge.

His eyes gleamed with a sharp light, taking in all the Tek turrets hidden in the light and shadow.

This fortress was clearly meticulously designed, with every detail having been calculated countless times.

Finally, they arrived at the hall where Kirsarge kept his collection.

This hall was separated from the room where she was waiting for Tarachin by only one wall, but it had a completely different atmosphere.

This place is filled with all sorts of strange items, each one exuding a captivating aura.

The first thing that catches the eye is a huge container filled with biological tissue from the Lavasioth.

This is part of the heat dissipation organs of the Lava Dragon. They look like volcanic rock on the outside and store a huge amount of dragon-attribute energy inside.

They slowly wriggled in the container, releasing faint energy fluctuations.

Then, Tarasin noticed a transparent cage next to him, inside which a Gastrea was imprisoned.

This Gastrea looks like a giant spider, but its body is covered with a hard exoskeleton, reminiscent of legendary ancient creatures.

In addition, there are many other collectibles, such as various dead composites, inactive and decaying chunks of flesh, and Kedarin crystals that emit a blue light.

Each item in the collection was acquired by Kirsar after experiencing various events, and they seem to tell different stories.

When Tarachin saw the collection, the green light in his eyes shone even brighter, as if it could pierce through all obstacles.

For this space necromancer overlord, these collectibles were priceless treasures he had never owned before, and he felt the adventure was well worth it.

“This is the biological tissue of a dying lava dragon,” Kilsaji explained to Tarasin. She knew that the space necromantic overlord before her also liked to be a witness, so she deliberately chose such a unique collectible to show Tarasin first.

Tarasin stared silently at the biological tissue in the container, as if lost in thought.

“This dying Lavasioth has found its death ground.” Kilsazzi took out a tablet, which was showing the Lavasioth traveling across the Terra continent. “You can go to Terra to find its skeleton; this is all the flesh and blood left.”

"Terra? As far as I know, there are no such creatures on Terra." Tarasin didn't think there was anything about the capital of the human empire that it didn't know.

“Not Holy Terra, it’s Terra.” After saying that, Kilsaji felt that her description might confuse Tarasin, so she continued to explain, “Its skeleton is in Chen Huijie’s world. There is an even older and larger Lava Dragon skeleton on Azure Star.”

"A different world, huh? It certainly seems worth collecting." Tarasin looked at the biological tissue in front of him, which resembled volcanic rock, and wondered if he should take some time to visit the other chat group members.

Seeing that Tarasin acknowledged the value of the Lavasioth's heat dissipation organs, Kilsaji breathed a sigh of relief. She was afraid that Tarasin would think her collection was not good enough and that she would not be able to exchange it for what she wanted.

"What is that thing that makes me feel disgusted?" Tarasin pointed to the lifeless, rotting flesh, sensing a cunning nausea and a deadly threat emanating from it.

“Corrupted flesh, a specialty of this universe, but this piece has already lost its vitality.” Kilsaji frowned, her gaze lingering between Tarasin and the corrupted flesh. She somewhat regretted displaying the corrupted flesh.

Corruption energy can affect mechanical life, even if the target has no soul; the corrupted Tek bio-dragon is an example.

“It seems your universe isn’t very safe either.” Tarasin turned to look at Kilsaja, hoping Kilsaja could explain that he was in danger.

“The Lord of Corruption,” Killer Sage uttered a title. “It’s a Chaos God, but it does nothing and just relies on corrupting energy to corrupt itself.”

“You also have energy fluctuations similar to that piece of flesh.” Tarasin looked at Kilsaji, not wanting to be making a deal with a warp god.

“This is a portion of the power I stole from the Lord of Corruption,” Kil'jaeden explained, as a ball of corrupted energy gathered in her palm, changing into different shapes.

Tarasin assessed the investment value of Chirshaj. He valued this creature, who appeared to be a human woman, highly. A being capable of stealing the power of a god was no ordinary being.

Perhaps, she can help the space dead find their souls.

“I can give you some science and technology, and even some warships.” Tarasin walked up to Kilsaji, who was demonstrating the corrupting energy, his tall metal body filling Kilsaji’s field of vision.

“But I need you to find a way to bring the Fearful Ones back into the universe.” Tarachin didn’t say how to retrieve their souls, but he knew Kirsajarn would understand.

Killer Killer withdrew her corrupting energy; to be honest, she could do it right now.

Corrupt the Necromancers of the cosmos with corrupting energy, and their souls will be reconstructed by the corrupting energy. However, by doing so, the Necromancers of the cosmos will forever be under the control of corruption.

She didn't know why the Necromancer had betrayed the Star God, and she certainly didn't want to take a blow from the Necromancer's materialistic iron fist.

Besides, she's not the Corruption Overlord yet. Who knows what the Corruption Overlord, who's just sitting around doing nothing, would do if she received a whole bunch of souls of the Fearful Dead?

Looking at the pensive Kilsaji, Tarasin felt a little puzzled. Did Kilsaji already know a way to help them find their souls?

“In Uncle Reno’s universe, there are beings similar to you.” In the end, Kirsage gave up on telling Tarachin about her evil methods and decided to seek help from the true creator god.

"They have souls?" Tarasin was somewhat displeased that Kirsar had only managed to come up with this much after thinking for so long.

"I don't know, but they're using psionic technology."

"Then I must pay you a proper visit. Now let's talk about the value of your collection."

"Actually... never mind, let's talk about a deal."