132 Traitors Hand in Hand-Whoever Is Loyal First Is a Dog

"I want all the Underking's data."

Orikan pinned down the wildly struggling Trazyn with one hand. Before he had even finished speaking, the stunned Trazyn stopped struggling, as though it had heard something unbelievable.

The next instant, green light burst from Trazyn's eyes—

?!!!

Light flowed. Orikan had used a short-term temporal reversal! He successfully intercepted Trazyn's attempt to escape through will-teleportation. The Star Seer cackled.

"You can't beat me now, Trazyn. This is our destiny—you can never see the road ahead clearly. That is why I will always stand ahead of you."

Orikan spoke at length, using his prophecy staff to suspend the Infinite One in midair by the throat.

"Look at me, Trazyn."

Orikan spread his hands. Trazyn had noticed from the very beginning that something was wrong with his nemesis. His body, which should have been iron-gray, was covered in drifting, hazy radiance. His reactor gleamed brilliantly, and flames occasionally wafted from around Orikan before vanishing again into fragments of space-time.

Trazyn was very familiar with this state.

"Ascension." After absorbing a vast amount of energy, Orikan, the Necrontyr's most outstanding astrologer, could briefly ascend and turn himself into an energy platform for a Shard of the Star God.

But this time was somewhat different.

The last time, on Nocturne, ascended Orikan had not been this... stable.

"What... exactly did you do?"

Trazyn forced out the characters, adding a mocking expression after them. This was absolutely not technology the Necrontyr could achieve.

Could it have been another Shard of the Star God? No. Aside from the Underking, Trazyn did not believe the other old-generation Shards of the Star God would do something so generous.

"I merely walked the correct path."

Orikan raised his head and sneered.

"Look at what our thief, so busy stealing everywhere, is doing.