·I never knew you had the taste for stargazing at midnight.
Ails, having answered Malin’s summons, stood on the rooftop of Katerina’s sanatorium. He glanced at the milky way in the sky, then lowered his eyes to look at Malin.
·You’ve shrunk again.
"Yes, I don’t know why, but the two bloodlines in my body seem like they will never rge... Ails, did you bring the things you prepared?" Malin wasn’t too surprised by this; after all, whether he was one ter twenty, one ter forty, or one ter eighty, Malin could use his fists to knock the brains out of any fool who dared to challenge him from their skulls.
·Yes, I’ve put in quite an effort to protect the souls of those two children, but as you know, I’m a master in this area; their souls are preserved perfectly, as if they were still alive.
The Lich ’spoke’ with a proud and self-satisfied tone, the whisper from the soul seed to be boasting, or perhaps seeking a reward.
"I knew you would be useful. Co, I’ll take you to see the chanical life created by the ancient creators of this world."
·chanical life? What is that, sothing composed of gears and alchemy tools that clanks when it moves?
Ails was extrely curious; he looked around inquisitively.
·Mr. Malin, where are they?
"Katerina, co, this is a being from another world, beyond what you could have previously imagined."
"Good evening, Mr. Ails, although I maintain certain differing views on your form of life, I must admit, you indeed seem like a living person."
With Katerina finishing her speech, a disembodied eye erged from the wall, imdiately eliciting a cry of surprise from Ails.
·chanical reaper... No, that’s not right, the form of creation doesn’t match.
His shock caused Malin to pause: "chanical reaper?"
·To explain this, it would be a long story.
Ails answered, looking down.
In his narrative, Malin learned that lo’s legion had just breached a fortress in Subspace. The chanical hordes had thoroughly purified Nagoth’s fortress and the source world it guarded. A giant steel warship had fired a beam at the planet, igniting a great fire that now covered the surface. The land crystallized amidst the flas, the seas boiled over completely, and all so-called life was being purified.
Having heard this, Malin could only sigh; it turned out that another self in a different tiline had bided his ti for so long just to mass troops and build ships to burn glass globes.
·Those chanical reapers call themselves the Heartless. They only see Chaos as their enemy. To build their legion, they are even willing to collaborate with us Undead. They will trade the souls of the lives from the conquered planets who worshipped the Chaos pantheons with us; you know that in the Realm of the Undead, we always say that chanical reapers, beings without souls, are not to be trusted, but when it cos to souls, many are still willing to trade with them.
"You can also trade with them; you can even tell their leader that you are my friend. He will give you a discount," Malin said with a smile.
Malin thought that lo would likely be in great need of various tals, and the tal plundered by the Semi-Planes and the Undead from various worlds would certainly make the Heartless quite happy—after all, they held vast, incalculable quantities.
·Why are you so certain?
Ails appeared completely unaware of Malin’s relationship with the Heartless leader.
So Malin stretched out his hand, and lo separated from his wrist and, turning into a little fairy, hopped into Malin’s palm: "The Heartless is from another tiline. His world failed. When the last life was transford into a Lich and purified by my hand, he gathered all the defiant souls from that planet, turned them into the Heartless, and then began an eternal crusade..."
Ails, having heard everything Malin had to say, nodded his head very rarely.
·I understand. In the trade with the Heartless, I will provide all the tal artifacts I can find, and I will also tell the you from that world that I will take over the souls he has collected. These souls will be traded at the Realm of the Undead’s market for a sufficient amount of tal."
"That’s good. Now follow , I’ll take you to a small world of mine. It’s not a Semi-Plane, but it is my last stronghold," Malin said as he opened the transmission gateway to the Seafloor Base.
Malin had always felt that as a Mortal, one should have the consciousness of a Mortal, because human power is finite... But he realized that if one limits oneself to being a Mortal, one loses the courage to fight the heavens and battle the earth. Therefore, to change the Fate of Larraya and Four-leaf, he had to take it into his own hands. Only by personally changing their Fate could Malin prove himself.
Ails, who had followed Malin through the gateway and entered the Seafloor Base, was marveling from the mont he arrived.
·My God! This place... I’ve never encountered such technology in any world I’ve visited, not even in storybooks, and yet such a profound depth of the ocean to construct such a grand... city!
·Yes, a city. My goodness, I’ve never seen tal like this before; my fingers can’t even scratch it!
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