Chapter 165 Will the Necrons also make deals with Chaos?
The core territory of the Necrons in the other world
This place originally belonged to a powerful (by the standards of the other world) local alien natives. After the Necrons came, they replaced the local aliens as the dominant force, and the original aliens were reduced to slaves.

Now the climate and land environment here have changed. The iconic pyramid-shaped buildings of the Necrons are everywhere on the land, and a green light flashes in the air from time to time.

Unlike the Human Empire that manages this world seriously, the Necrons come here just to find technology that can restore souls. They are not serious about management. They basically just defeat the enemies and then control all those who might be useful.

In the areas ruled by the Necrons, most of the natives actually live similar lives as before. The Necrons do not need them to sell their labor, and if they are not of much value, they are basically too lazy to care about them.

Ordinary natives would be looked down upon if you wanted to make them slaves of the Necrons.

Even in some remote areas within the Necrons’ sphere of influence, because they have no value, the local natives don’t even know about the arrival of the Necrons, and don’t know that the world has been turned upside down.

However, the soul technology that the Necrons have been researching with great expectations has not made any outstanding progress so far.

The Necrons have made considerable achievements in replicating magic, but this does not mean much to them, as the Necrons’ goal is souls.

But unfortunately, the resurrection magic from this alien world classified the Necrons as constructs and could not be used on them.

This reality makes the Necrons very uncomfortable.

Is there anything sadder than having hope and then seeing it lost?

Fortunately, a mere one or two months is nothing to the Necrons. They have waited for tens of millions of years and can wait longer until they find a new method. What’s more, this is a vast new universe and there will always be a way.

But what if someone proposed a condition at this time, a condition that could allow the Necrons to regain their souls?

Now the Great Demon Ivel of Tzeentch has come with his apprentice Fluder to meet the Overlords of the Necrons.

Evel chose his own human incarnation in the form of a boy, but Fluder’s appearance had changed greatly compared to the old man before.

The wrinkles on his face had disappeared a lot, and his long white beard had turned into a black goatee that only reached his neck. If one ignored the third eye on the back of Fluder’s head, he now looked like a middle-aged wizard.

The Necrons were extremely wary of the visit of Tzeentch’s forces. They knew how terrible Chaos was, but they still planned to meet with Ivel.

After all, the soul is a condition that every Necron finds hard to refuse.

Ivel held a thick, nameless magic book in his hands and brought Fluder to the secret meeting room of the Necrons.

Nisilaq the Radiant, Taras the Illuminator, and Tarasim the Endless are all waiting here.

“Hehe, hello, my dear metal bones\(^o^)/~.”

Ivel greeted them cheerfully, but all he got in return were cold stares.

“Devil, tell me what you have. Your hateful master is not here.”

Zerath, who was furious recently because his research was not going well, spoke first.

“Haha, indeed. If I die here, I won’t be able to return to the Heaven of Change. For me, it’s the same as real death.”

“So, in this case, my words are more true. o(*￣︶￣*)o”

Ivel responded to the hostility of the Necrons with a smile, as if he didn’t care at all that he might be killed by the Necrons at any time.

“So, what can you come up with?”

Trazyn asked
“Of course, it’s the technology I was talking about just now, which is to give, or restore your souls.”

“After my research, I have found a magic method that can truly revive even your tens of millions of years old metal bones. It mainly refers to the rank magic and origin magic. According to the standards of this world, it should be considered magic above the twelfth rank.”

“We have captured the Rotten Coffin Dragon King, Thousand Blades, Platinum, and Everlasting Darkness Dragon Kings, who are the best at Origin Magic in this world. We have also captured a large number of individuals who are proficient in Rank Magic. Do you think we don’t understand these things?”

Nisilaq the Shining one questioned Ivel coldly. The tachyon arrow in his hand had even shown signs of being charged, as if to imply that if he could not satisfy him, he would be killed immediately.

“Hehe, it’s different, it’s different.”

Ivel raised a white finger and shook it, saying provocatively:

“Studying magic is just like studying mathematics. If you don’t know how to do it, you don’t know how to do it. How can you, a bunch of metal bastards with extremely weak perception of the warp and no soul, really understand the art of magic?”

“The magic book of the Eight Desire Kings is probably in your possession.”

Trazyn suddenly interrupted Ivel. “The teams we, humans, and the Eldar sent to search for the legacy of the Eight Desire Kings all failed. The most important book, the Unnamed Spellbook, which is said to record all the known magic levels in this world, has long been stolen. That person must be you, demon.”

“Hahahaha, that’s right, it’s me. That’s what I’m holding in my arms. It’s a pity that even if I give it to you, you can’t use it.”

As he said that, Ivel threw the big book in his arms directly to Taraxin. Taraxin quickly caught it and couldn’t wait to read it. Zerath and Nisilaq beside him also came over.

Fluder, who was following Ivel, was so shocked that his eyes almost popped out of his head when he saw his teacher throw away such a precious artifact.

“It’s useless. It’s useless. I’ll say it again.”

“You have weak perception, sluggish psychic powers, and none of you are decent in the warp. Even if I throw this book and all my research notes to you, you won’t be able to make any truly groundbreaking achievements.”

“This outcome was already determined sixty million years ago when you fed your souls to the Star God.”

Feeling the almost materialized murderous intent from the Necrons around him, Ivel smiled even more happily. Lies cannot penetrate the pride of the Necrons, but the truth can.

“So you can restore our souls?”

The Enlightened Xerath stared at Ivel fiercely, and the sound coming from its electronic voice generator even sounded like gnashing of teeth.

“So what do you want?”

“I want Tzeentch dead.”

o(*￣︶￣*)
Fluder (⊙o⊙)…!?

Ivel said the most outrageous words for a Tzeentchian Daemon with the most sunny expression, but the three Necrons did not show much surprise.

Chaos Demons like Ivel are fragments of the Four Gods. They themselves are part of the Four Gods, so they naturally inherit the attributes of the Four Gods.

And betrayal of one’s own gods is undoubtedly an extreme way of change. If there is really a plan to kill Tzeentch, then Tzeentch himself will definitely be happy.

But in the Warhammer universe, once these great demons planned a plan directly targeting Tzeentch, they would inevitably be discovered by Tzeentch and there would be no chance of success.

Only in this alien world isolated from the Warhammer Universe’s subspace could such a heinous plan be possible. Even if the probability was negligible, it was no longer zero after all.

“As a great demon of Tzeentch, you should know that the three of us cannot accomplish this.”

This time it was Trazyn who answered.
“Yes, I know. So this is an agreement. You help me, and I will provide you with a way to restore your soul. Whether I succeed in the end has nothing to do with you.”

“How can you guarantee that?”

Nihilak walked directly to Ivel and looked down at Him.

“You can equip me with weapons that can destroy me at any time. You can have as many of these as you want.”

“This is a big deal, we need to discuss it.”

“Very good, I’ll wait outside and I’ll give you the book.”

After saying that, Ivel took Fluder out of the room, and Fluder followed behind Ivel in fear.

Although he has never been to the Warhammer universe, he has long known about Tzeentch, the god of change, wisdom and magic, through the blessing of Ivel. He also knows that Tzeentch is his and Ivel’s common master, a great god with supreme power.

And his teacher actually decided to show his fangs to his master. According to common logic, if he knew such a confidential matter, he would surely die.

Fluder thought to himself that if he had intended to deal with Ainz before Ivel arrived, he would never have let his apprentice live to know that he was planning this.

Fluder couldn’t help but feel sad at the thought that he might be killed by Ivel soon. During this period of time, he had finally come into contact with the abyss of magic, but now he would lose the opportunity to explore it forever.

Ivel glanced at Fluder with some disdain.

“I don’t want to silence you. Your existence is also a part of change. Hehe, slaughtering the great Heaven of Change, this matter should have countless branches and countless accidents. This is in line with the true meaning of change.”

After about thirty minutes, Trazyn called Evel back to the room.

The two sides formalized the agreement, and the Necrons and the Great Daemon of Tzeentch came to a deal.

(End of this chapter)