Chapter 1009 Collectors and Craftsmen

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After Qin Mo talked with Szalak and left, a ship suddenly arrived in the Orpheus star zone and came to a wild and primitive galaxy.

Then this ship, which seemed to be the Imperial Navy, suddenly opened an energy channel in the void. The ship passed through the channel and came to another galaxy that was as wild and primitive as the galaxy just now, but there was a stone tablet standing in the center of the galaxy.

The "Imperial Navy" ship used energy to activate the stone tablet, which was similar to sending a signal for the owner of the stone tablet to receive.

Then the stone tablet opened actively, and a rift leading to another independent dimension was opened.

The "Imperial Navy" ship entered it, and the energy force field around the ship suddenly dissipated, revealing the true face of the ship.

It was a half-moon-shaped ship.

In the dimension, the technical craftsmen of the Casa Dynasty were closing the channel for the half-moon ship to enter the dimension, and commanded the ship to dock in the star port.

And the people inside the ship had already arrived directly at a corner of the Casa Dynasty Tomb World with a green light.

After the green light faded, the Undead Overlord standing in the dots of light slowly turned his head and scanned the surroundings.

If Qin Mo had not left the Casa Dynasty to talk to Szalak, he would have discovered that the owner of the ship that entered the Casa Dynasty's tomb world was actually Taraxin, who had gone to help Szalak before.

The Infinite Taraxin's eyes were fixed on the entrance of this small tomb.

The Casa Dynasty's high-level forging master, equivalent to the Emperor of the Fae, walked into the tomb alone.

The two faced each other, looking at each other.

After a few seconds of silence, Tukamon suddenly stepped forward and hugged Taraxin.

"My dear friend!"

"I sent someone to invite you to the Resurrection Celebration after I woke up, but you came first. Do you know how happy I was when I heard the technical craftsman report that you arrived at the dimension entry and exit point on the ship to apply for entry?"

Hearing Tukamon's warm words, Taraxin simulated emotions such as joy and friendship. It has no soul and cannot feel these freely like a normal creature.

But even the simulated emotions made Taraxin cherish them.

The overlord of another dead dynasty patted Tukamon on the back gently: "Sorry, this is not my real body. My real body is beside the King of Silence. You know, the situation is unpredictable now."

"Then why are you here? At such an important moment, your consciousness is not where your real body is." Tukamon asked tentatively.

Taraxin was silent, and it walked along the road in the small tomb with ease.

Before the entire race fell into slumber, it had visited this tomb world of the Kasa Dynasty more than once.

It doesn't need to steal anything, because these craftsmen are happy to trade their creations after getting paid, instead of holding on to what they have for unknown reasons.

Perhaps in the eyes of the Kasa Dynasty, those rare and exquisite things are not treasures, or perhaps they are used to losing, so they are flattered when someone is willing to trade with them fairly.

Trading alone is not enough for Tarazin and Tukamon to establish a relationship. The two used to be the most friendly playmates when they were still flesh and blood creatures called Deathfearers.

Because of another failed revenge, the young Tukamon was mortgaged to Solemnas as a hostage to live with the next Solemnas Lord, Taraxin.

"Look."

When the two walked out of the tomb, Tukamon pointed to the sky.

In the sky, above the capital tomb world where the two were, there was a huge world engine.

Countless beetles and construction craftsmen were painting a magnificent building on it.

"The God of Casting has returned."

"Its temple world has long been destroyed by the little wind king Imotek, but we will rebuild a temple world, and it will have a more magnificent temple again."

"This is a beautiful era. Kasa's enemies have declined, and the God of Casting's kind has also weakened. This dynasty and this god will no longer survive in the cracks."

The words from Tukamon's voice device made Taraxin interpret the joyful emotions.

Taraxin's brain simulated a trance.

At this time, there are still people of the same kind who believe in the Star God. This is simply incredible.

But in essence, even though the Caster Star God also possesses the extreme coldness and cruelty of its kind, it does not wantonly slaughter and vent its desire for destruction like other Star Gods, or eat hundreds of millions of people to satisfy its appetite.

The Kasa Dynasty has paid the price for their faith more than once, but they have also benefited more than once.

At least the Caster, who does not slaughter and eat at will, is predictable in most cases. Even if it is still as cruel and bloodthirsty as its kind sometimes, it at least knows how to find a reason.

"The Caster is indeed a unique Star God. It is not as weak as the Mimic and the Recorder, so weak that it is forced to learn to cooperate and coexist, but it is not as cruel as the Star Gods of the same level."

Taraxin said his judgment on the Caster calmly.

When it finished speaking, when Tukamon agreed, the Endless added another sentence that made Tukamon doubtful.

"Whether it was the former Caster or the current Caster, its past and present are completely different, but it is indeed unique enough, there is no doubt about that."

Tukamon trembled after hearing this.

Tarasim turned his gaze away from the temple world and looked at his best friend.

Tukamon asked, "What do you mean by the former and current forger?"

"Hahaha." Tarasim chuckled twice, "You have seen it, don't tell me you didn't notice its difference."

Tukamon recalled it and then fell silent.

As Tarasim said, Tukamon, the high-level forging master, did feel that the god of the forger was different.

It was hard to say where the difference was.

"Do you still remember Orikan?" Tarasim mentioned this old rival.

"Orikan, the astrologer." Tukamon nodded, "That old bastard is still thinking about ascending to become a god?"

"Yes." Tarasim nodded, "Orikan wants to ascend to become a star god-like existence, and it has worked hard for this for a long time, and the forger you saw..."

Hearing this, Tukamon suddenly thought of what Tarasim wanted to express.

The high-level forging master subconsciously stepped back.

Trazyn did not stop talking, and told it clearly what his friend had thought of: "The forger you see now is the ultimate vision that Orikan wants to achieve - a creature that ascends to become a god, but this creature is not Orikan or our compatriots, but a human."