Chapter 317: The Voice of the Stars

Orikan looked at Taraxin strangely. According to the logical system, Taraxin's interest in the position of the stars was pitiful.

Thinking of this, Orikan activated the weapon array. The star-shaped scepter in his hand shone, and the boiling time force field cut through the space, almost instantly chopping off Taraxin's metal head.

"What did you do again, you bastard? The position of the stars is not allowed to be changed!"

"Oh! Come on! Don't think I don't know about your things. If your prediction doesn't come true, you will correct the prediction result yourself!"

"The prediction is correct. I just traveled back to the past to make the result more consistent with the result of the arrangement of the stars!"

"This is why no relatives like you after the biological transformation! You son of a bitch!"

Taraxin's data stream jumped on the body of Orikan's guard. He should thank the evil design of the star god. Although it was just pure calculation and reasoning, it could give birth to the so-called "sixth sense" in his cold data core, that is, the inexplicable palpitation when the creature faces danger.

The alert data will be filled into the operation instructions, and become a logical authority in an instant. Because of this, Trazyn also dodged several attacks from the time weapon.

Perhaps the reason that can make the bastard in front of him have a good discussion with him is that Trazyn's empathy annihilation rod slashed into his chest, destroyed Orikan's nerve center, and paralyzed him for one or two microseconds.

The star rod and the annihilation rod collided fiercely. If they were in their previous lives, it would be just a struggle between two old men with dusk and incense wrapped around their bodies. But now they have become undead, a group of cold machines with bodies shaped by living metal.

The two screamed and wrestled together. It was obvious that for the "archaeologist" and the "astrologer", they were not suitable for a serious battle. The originally fierce and life-and-death battle turned into the childishness of two children pulling their faces and tearing their clothes.

The guards on the side still watched their master and the uninvited guest fight indifferently. Although their consciousness was somewhat missing, they could still see from the data network that this was a duel between nobles.

Although it was funny, they didn't have the ability to laugh.

"Damn it! That's the bracelet I got from the group of Imas! Do you know how long it takes these magical creatures to make such a big bracelet?"

"What's the point? You thief! A weird collector! No one can appreciate your collection at all!"

"No! Yes, my collection can be seen by people!"

Trazyn was stimulated by Orikan's words. No one can say anything about his museum and his collection! He collected not only to satisfy his desire to collect, but also to preserve the evidence of the existence of this universe.

Even the history of the existence of the fear of death, those pottery and bone tools older than him, the stone slabs and caves with ancient childish myths, these are all evidence of their existence.

The fear of death after biological transformation is just a group of warehouse goods that are constantly damaged and missing under the washing of time. They were incapable of making new creations, and could only dig out some paper ash and bricks from the clouds of glorious history. Blow off the dust, clean it with water, and then put it into use.

"Do you remember the Subjective? During the War in Heaven!"

Tarasim's roar stunned Orikan. His hand that was locked on Tarasim's neck loosened, and his one eye was flashing. He quickly collected ancient data and thought about why Tarasim said so.

"The guy who was not affected by the time and space spell. I remember that you and she often left their posts. Maybe your collection habit was affected by her."

"Probably." Tarasim muttered in response and punched Orikan in the face. The sound of metal collision made Tarasim feel comfortable. He calculated this punch more than 200 times just to hit it perfectly and disfigure Orikan's annoying face.

Orikan felt the distortion and damage of his face. His alarm system was counting the damage and submitting the best solution.

But as an astrologer, he always has a better way to repair the damage.

The particles in space reversed, and the coolant and plasma acid pool that flowed down from the gap returned along the original path. His living metal also swelled inch by inch and returned to its original appearance. The parts and fragments scattered on the ground during the battle also flew back to Orikan's body.

"You and I have been fighting for tens of thousands of years. If we hadn't fallen asleep, you and I might have fought for tens of millions of years. Are you not tired of it yet?"

"When you, the offending thief, die, I will be truly pure and free from desires."

"Heh!" Taraxin's eyes swept across Orikan's body. He was now thinking about whether to call Lin Fan over to smash the head of this bastard who played with time and space spells.

"So your friend, the Subject, has appeared again?"

"No, this time it's a new Subject."

"The second one? Damn it. The original Council had already determined their race, but I didn't expect that they were not tired of our low-dimensional universe."

"So there are people who can appreciate my museum."

Orikan snorted disdainfully, which made Trazyn's cooling system ineffective, and his body, which was as cold as the dark universe, quickly heated up.

"So the arrangement of the stars has changed because of the appearance of the Subject, right, just like the first Subject." Orrikan hammered his waist with his hand. As a dead spirit, he certainly didn't have backaches. This was just an imitation of the original soul habits in the data stream.

He looked up at the brilliant star map projected on the dome, and calculated the language of the stars and the future of the universe in a serious manner. But Trazyn could see that the huge and brilliant star map on the dome was just an illusion he used to fool himself.

"That's enough! Do you really think I'm a fool?"

"Alas." With a sigh, Orikan felt sorry that Trazyn's thinking logic was not slow.

A string of obscure spells was spoken by Orikan. Only he could recite these spells. Any fear of death who was overconfident could not hear or see a single word of this spell.

Any low-level fear of death would pay the price for their ignorance and offense, and death was only the mildest punishment.

With the end of the spell, Orikan and Trazyn disappeared in the grand stargazing palace. Trazyn was also able to see the real brilliant star map. It was no longer a poor dome that contained the stars, but a smaller device.

This device used to display the positions of the stars looks like a computer before the War in Heaven, with a simple mouse and host, and a display that is more than a billion years behind the Trazyn electronic eye.

A Gauss rifle, in principle, does not shoot you, but is pulled to the muzzle at the subatomic level, which is like hitting the muzzle yourself.