The Emperor’s Angel of Death

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"Master, I'm afraid it's still the Star Knights. Their motives are still unknown. From such a distant place to an unfamiliar place to attack a fleet that doesn't know the situation at all, normal people can't do it."

Garon Sulet has always been Huron's right-hand man and think tank. When he opened his mouth, many champions clamored, thinking that Salperton was alarmist and trying to get a chance to perform.

Salperdon just smiled at this and calmly responded:

"We know the facts at a glance."

Garon Sulet's dim eyes sank slightly, then nodded.

"Okay, it seems you have made some preparations."

Huron took Salperdon and Garon Sulet to a small temple of Destroyed Ghosts, and sent the others away, letting them perform their duties, regardless of their surprise and curiosity.

The Ghost of Destruction is a great and powerful flagship. They spent some time passing through the test field and the ceremonial room. In the arena, rows of red pirates are honing their fighting skills-these are all of Huron. Personal soldiers are different from those who are stragglers.

Here, in every space, chaos is everywhere.

Scriptures are engraved on the bulkheads and supporting ribs, and wet human skins and bones are placed on lampstands and brackets. The entire ship is saturated with evil and fanaticism.

This ship was once known as the Fearless Warrior, a ship dedicated to the emperor, but now it has almost become a temple, and all the statues of the emperor have been smashed and driven out of the corridor.

Soon, the three reached a narrow and high room.

This is like a canyon of steel. Some low-quality psionicists called sacrificials live here. They are placed in glass blisters in the wall. Each blister is provided with oxygen by a huge life support system. And nutrients.

Those poor worms were curled up naked, convulsing due to the power contained in the swollen, torn skull, looking like they were dreaming.

Because the eyes and mouth are closed, some people seem to have no facial features at all, and their bodies no longer need to breathe, eat, or experience externally.

When Huron checked the vital signs on the screen in the center of the room, the pharmacists around him bowed deeply to their master, while the other servants knelt to the ground silently in front of him.

"Get up, is everything ready?"

Huron directed this question to Salperdon.

The former soul drinker think tank looked at the data on the screen, turned to his master and nodded.

"It's time to start."

Then Salperdon ordered his subordinates to go down and activate the programs connected to the sacrificial blisters, and Huron did not instruct further, let Salperdon perform his task.

Soon, the sacrificers inside the wall moved, as if this dream had become a nightmare.

Salperdon appeared on the highest altar, holding up four arms—this was the second time he had undergone an alteration two years ago.

"I arranged an eye in Praid's fleet, and we will see everything it sees."

When he used his power, the window of destiny opened to Huron.

For a moment, he left the Ghost of Destruction and came to Deathblade, but he could feel the entire ship panicking.

He saw the fire, men and women were burning, thousands of people were sacrificed on the hopeful altar called victory, they became ghosts in his mind, their confessed souls were greedily swallowed by twisted souls, Then it disperses into atoms until only the residue remains.

Death awaits this ship.

The certainty of this fact gradually calmed him down.

soon,

The vision changed, and Huron's thoughts crossed Deathblade and entered the turbulent abyss.

When a new sight appeared, a huge huge ship appeared faintly in the fog.

This ship is so huge, like an angry city. On its side, thousands of muzzles are open like mouths, there are also luminous large-caliber laser arrays, and they spit out deadly like tongues. The flight deck of the small boat.

And the golden sky eagle emblem on its bow was so dazzling that it even stung Huron's soul.

Then he saw the name of the ship and the abominable sign.

Eternal Loyalty!

It is terrible, a monster made of light gray and gold, but its majestic beauty overwhelms any aesthetic defects.

Huron traveled further across the ocean, crossing the false reality.

When his thoughts expand, he can taste the waves of the ether, in which the endless call signs and the coldness of the abyss even keep calling him to go deeper.

His sanity was stung, and panic flooded him like a flood.

Huron knew that Subspace wanted to shatter his thoughts,

It showed him a scene of destruction, Badab’s nests were burning, and his battle group was thrown into the subspace.

In another scene, he knelt in front of a throne, with a gray figure standing arrogantly in it.

He has been dealing with the power of Chaos for a long time and knows what these illusions are. This is not only a crazy hint, but also a more sinister and aggressive thing.

The Black Heart King is a man of decisive mind, and this illusion can't shake him. Huron sneered and formed his own image in his mind.

It was shining scarlet, as if following a searchlight to a safe harbor, Huron used himself to guide him out of the claws of the subspace.

He finally came out, seeing that Salperdon had exhausted all his will and strength, collapsed on the floor, his cheeks pressed against the metal, breathing hard.

"call--"

With a long sigh, Garon Suleite also walked out of the blurred scene.

The wizard glanced at Huron, then whispered:

"It's true, Praid's fleet may have been killed by the astral knights. They have a powerful warship that we don't know."

"Yes, they are done."

Salperton got up from the ground, said with a smile, and then looked up at the central display. When the shocking numbers scrolled past the life signals of all the sacrifices, he hardly showed anything. mood.

It even looks thoughtful, not triumphant.

"Are they still alive?"

Huron glanced at the crystal cabin, and the sacrificers in it were motionless.

"They are all dead. If you want to take over for the next Phantom, you need a new batch of psionicists."

"It will be provided to you, and there will always be in the future."

Huron's answer was brief.

"But before that, you will be awarded a fleet, Sarpedon."

Sarpedon, who had already guessed this development, bent down and asked humbly:

"Where is the destination?"

"Go to the Pandora Galaxy~www.wuxiaspot.com~ to teach the astral knights a lesson, and find a way to pull Abaddon, we must fulfill that **** promise, even if the process changes a little...I know, you and Soshyang is an old acquaintance, and I must know how to deal with him. Originally, I planned to let you burn his lair, but since the astral knights dared to come out, it means that they are prepared, maybe the suffering The alliance is now there as a watchdog, so I don’t have to work hard to solve the immediate trouble, and there will be time to settle the ledger with him in the future."

"Understand, my lord."

"If you can bring back the head of Soshyan's wild dog, I will give you rewards you can't imagine."

When he said this, Huron's tone could not conceal his anger and murderous intent.

Salperdon just nodded slightly and remained silent.

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