Chapter 451

Screams enveloped the "ghost of destruction" combat barge sailing along the tide of sub space. Thousands of people were nailed to the outside of the hull and hung alive.

When warships enter the warm embrace of the divine realm from the cold physical universe, they are still alive - to some extent.

Their death extends infinitely into an eternal pain. Demons flock to their bodies, firmly follow the warships, and absorb human pain and wisdom when their bodies and souls are shattered.

Overlooking from the top, the spear pointed hull of the "destruction ghost" seems to be wrapped in a creeping chitin shell and rotten meat. The red flame burns in a slow rhythm, accompanied by the scream of suffering and the horn of satisfaction when the devil eats.

"Holy..."

Garon sulette, the chaos wizard, whispered in his mind

"Truth..."

The wizard nodded.

"Glory to the four eternal gods that encompass all things,"

He continued to pray loudly since the "destruction ghost" broke through the physical universe and entered the sacred field.

"Glory to the eternal eight truths."

He sat in the middle of a black glass floor, in front of the wide observation window of the tower.

The eight men who hid their faces were carrying incense burners, and incense rose from them. Under the robes of each attendant, there were a pile of mutated and corrupt flesh.

These people hide their blessings. They devote their vision and hearing to serve Garon sulette.

Garon sulette, a member of the original talker, killed dozens of comrades in arms in order to study black witchcraft. Finally, he was exiled by the Legion and became a notorious guy in the eyes of fear.

For the mortals who can serve him, it is a blessing beyond imagination that they can get enlightenment and need to pay sacrifice.

If you look directly at his face or hear his secret words, the souls of the attendants will be unbearable.

Later, it was the only door to the secret room of the tower. Next to it stood two people with their bodies bent.

The Red Velvet Cloak covered the whole body from head to foot and dragged it to the surrounding floor, and the two men did not move.

Above their heads hung candles made of human fat, blood and bones. Black emblems were engraved on the candles, and candle tears fell to the ground with the burning of the flame.

He lingered and thought, and he knew that the whisper in his ear was true.

The wizard stood up from his seat on the ground, without robes and armor.

In meditation, Garon sulette always chooses to remember that he is composed of flesh and blood. When he stands up, his muscles will shake smoothly, from his neck to his toes.

His skin is branded from many extinct civilizations in the past thousands of years - both human and alien. Garon sulette can master any of them.

For a chaotic wizard, knowledge is power, not empty words, but real.

He covered his face with his hand and his eyes for a while.

"Soul..."

He felt the call of the divine realm and got an answer.

The ethereal black smoke condensed around him, as blurred as drops of water and ink on parchment.

The shadows with faces gathered and circled in large numbers, screamed with silent pain, cried and resented, and his mind was full of whispers

"Who are you?"

"I don't want to die -"

The cry of a poor man was ignored by Garon sulette. He continued to explore the answer.

"Who are you?"

"Oh, please have mercy -"

Another bad luck, ignore it.

"Who are you?"

"The unborn."

"What did you say?"

"Your destruction -"

"Then shut up."

Garon sulette ordered that the shadows around him stretch out ghostly fingers - their touch across his skin, and the cold flame is burning through his flesh and blood.

"Your death is near."

The sound sounded directly in his head.

"We remember..."

"Remember the dead..."

Garon sulette closed his teeth, the pain in his body was like a supernova explosion, and his brain was nailed in - nothing is worse than being cursed by subspace.

More importantly, he did not know where the threat came from.

Is it the poor little planet and regiment they are about to destroy?

Before he knew it, a layer of armor formed on Garon sulette's skin.

Soon, ceramic steel armor plate, shoulder armor and Arm Armor gradually formed with the shadow, and circuits and fiber bundles interacted with his nervous system.

Finally, the red armor wrapped him all over except the head.

"Disperse."

The shadow faded and returned to the sacred realm, leaving only echoes of hatred and resentment.

The curse he had been bearing had disappeared from his body, so he bowed his head and thanked God for his blessing.

Finally, he turned and came to the wall of the secret room. His helmet was placed on the top layer of the weapon hanger, which was shaped into a form of angry roar and cold ridicule on one side.

His weak comrades in arms once called him "double faced man".

Like his skin, a large number of symbols are printed on the red copper helmet. His eyes are like coal burning in a furnace. His sharp silver teeth form a big mouth, and two long horns with Obsidian light protrude from his forehead.

He wore it all the time except for a short period of solitude meditation.

Garon sulette reached for his helmet and felt its malice and the bloody smell on the tip of his tongue.

Then he put the helmet on his head, the internal barb immediately pierced his cheek, and the breathing tube was automatically connected to his armor.

Breathing, the smell of incense filled the air, strange runes rotated in his eyes, and colors and lines invisible to ordinary people appeared in the room.

"Coming..."

Realizing that something was approaching, Garon sulette said to himself.

As the door separating the tower sanctuary was opened, Garon sulette turned and bent, and people wrapped in red robes knelt down.

The red waiters could neither hear the door open nor see who came in, but the pressure of the comers was enough to make them kneel to the ground.

Huron, the "black heart king", paused at the threshold for a moment. The huge claws of his left hand flashed a puzzled black light, and his scarlet armor covered his body with cracks.

If it weren't for his expression, he looked like a failed soldier.

Although the gods gave him a new life, they also left the mark of his failure on him. This cracked armor is one of them. It has also become Huron's cage - the tyrant can only survive in the armor full of dark energy, and will be torn apart once he leaves.

In the non-human horizon, Huron's existence is brilliant. This is not the wild anger shrouded in the son of fear and abuse, nor the primitive etheric power of strange wizards, nor the smoky stench of dirt. Of course, it will not be the tantalizing fragrance of lust and evil.

It's a primitive power.

Beyond that, Garon sulette couldn't detect anything else.

"Ha, please forgive me for interrupting your ceremony."

"The ceremony is over, my Lord."

Huron came up to him and closed his eyes briefly.

"We have sailed for a whole week, and in two days we will reach the edge of the Nathan system, where we will teach the madman a lesson and make the Empire remember our existence again."

In addition to half the strength of the red pirates, there are also two-thirds of the main fleet, including more than a dozen main ships, including the Battlecruiser Eagle hook, and countless small warships.

Huron is determined to win this time.

Suddenly, the tyrant stopped talking and went to the observation porthole. The dizzy sub space light danced outside.

For a moment, Garon sulette wanted to know what Huron saw in his eyes.

The sacred realm is a mirror for the soul. For everyone who dares to look at each other, what he sees is different.

When Garon sulette looked at sub space, he only saw ghosts. He gave up his question a long time ago.

"They must be vulnerable."

The wizard said with a little flattery.

"No."

Huron shook his head.

"I don't think things are that simple. Although I'm not a wizard like you and don't know any prophecy or illusion, subspace often confides some secrets to me. Although I will ignore most of them, some... Things are not that simple."

When Huron turned to Garon sulette, the dancing ghost was reflected in the wizard's eyes,

"Do you understand?"

Garon sulette lowered his head and had a lot of thoughts.

"Master, what can I do for you?"

Huron turned back, and Garon sulette could feel the cold and heat intertwined on each other, as if they melted into the shadow.

"Asia space is too calm. It's so calm that I'm afraid. I have a hunch that something is happening... We have to prepare in advance."

With that, the overlord of the vertical and horizontal vortex sighed, which is an extremely rare gesture.

"Send a message to the pupil of hell and ask them to raise their alert. If necessary, they can transfer to sub space."

"Yes, master."

Just then, a soldier hurried in and brought a very bad news.

"Master, the starwhisperers of Nasir Walter's fleet just sent a message that they ran into the starknight's fleet on the edge of the vortex! And it's still the main fleet. They destroyed Nasir Walter and most of his men, only -"

Before he had finished, Huron's claws thrust heavily into his chest and threw him out.

"Soshyan, I @ ￥ ##@*!!!!!"

A series of low Gothic curses echoed on the deck of the destruction ghost