Chapter 507

The gunboat took off as the warship carrying it passed close to the planet.

In the cockpit, a figure in black armor was watching the track of new badab, and the warning light washed his vision.

The planet looks like a lump of disgusting yellow fat passing through the smoke. The debris shrouds its orbit, and the twisted metal is like a continuous bank, glittering.

There is no doubt that there was a great war here not long ago.

He revised his course to ensure that they would not approach the warning area, then locked the primary target and pushed the engine to maximum power.

Although he was wearing power armor and locked in the pilot's device, with the increase of pressure, he still felt the hammering feeling brought by adding to full speed.

"Warning, the current engine running state and motion track will cause damage."

The mechanical sound rubbed his ears and he ignored it.

He didn't ask the technical priest who didn't use much meat to access the communication of the gunboat, but it would inevitably do so. For a human who has been deprived of emotion for the sake of pure logic, that person's foresight is very good.

"The probability of engine output decline is currently 85.21."

A moment later, the mechanical voice added:

"Estimated value."

He didn't answer. It doesn't make sense.

The immediate target is rapidly approaching. The peripheral guard warship serving as the first defense circle of the destroyer ghost is increasing from a distant dot to a metal outline projected by starlight.

Then he threw the gunboat into an irregular spiral track and saw two warning runes flashing from yellow to red on his helmet.

"Start battle display."

He said that when playing, the space around the body becomes a network of blue, red and green arcs representing potential targets.

Of course, they did not include warships - he suspected that even if he fired on the smallest warship, he might not be noticed at all.

"The bird divination instrument and multiple aiming arrays have locked us."

"Send identification signal."

"Obey."

The technical priest hummed:

"It is suggested that we reduce the speed, adjust the route to a stable trajectory, and turn off the weapons."

"No."

He answered coldly without pause.

"Send a signal and see if they still think their best course of action is to blow us up from the void."

The outer guard warships have now become towering cliffs blocking the line of sight of new badab and the light of stars. In the distance, they are waiting for the inner defense warships, and in the center of their ball array, there is the huge and angular outline of the destruction ghost.

Obviously, the Huron fleet suffered some losses, but it was not devastating, and the pirate king obviously had reserves elsewhere. At least two heavy cruisers and a battle cruiser in the fleet were not included in the red pirate fleet he collected.

He jerked the gunboat up, flew out of a zigzag track, then flashed back to the spiral state, and the voice of target locking kept appearing in his ears.

He waited and felt the familiar feeling that the body in the armor was pulled by G force.

He missed this, missed the control of man-machine integration and the sense of crisis echoed in his consciousness, which made him feel reborn and forgot what he had lost.

At the same time, dance has another meaning in the gun aiming system of the red pirates.

Cut in, weapons start, aim activate, and if they dare to fire, let them die.

It's a message, a meaningful statement - don't confuse power with power.

Of course, he doesn't want to put these things into practice.

"The other side's warships have cancelled their target lock."

"Very good."

"They are greeting us."

"Give me the transmitter."

"Obey."

The sound of static electricity sounded in his ears and then disappeared.

"Black heart King's warships and soldiers welcome you, distinguished envoy."

The voice paused, and the people in the cockpit felt they recognized it. The harsh tone and sharp words were used to drive away rather than show politeness.

Kelkus, of course it's him.

Not Huron, not yet, unless they can confirm the reason why they came here.

"Where did you come from?"

Kelkus's voice inquired cautiously.

After the black visor of his helmet, the man laughed.

"I'm from Zhan Shuai."

He replied.

The other party was silent for a few seconds, and then asked in a more modest tone.

"Your Excellency?"

The visitor laughed like a ghost at midnight, and then he slowly said his name.

"Iskandar... Kayan."

Half an hour later, the gunboat arrived at the hangar of the destruction ghost. Several soldiers in black armor came out of the open hatch and went all the way to the place where they needed to see the man.

After walking for about ten minutes, they saw the powerful tyrant.

But now the tyrant is in a bit of a bad state.

The tyrant still sat high on his throne, trying to maintain his posture, and a metal claw scraped against the right armrest of the throne.

The wound previously made by soshyan no longer bleeds, but a few drops drop occasionally.

Looking at the people in front of him, Huron's lips inhaled in a low voice, his arms tightened, his claw blade clenched, and deeply stabbed into obsidian.

Despite his efforts to maintain his posture, all this can not be concealed from Iskandar Kayan - he is the best wizard in the black army and one of the most trusted deputies of commander Abaddon.

At the same time, the wizard from QIANZI was also one of the first people to cast the Black Legion.

Kayan raised his head, his eyes closed briefly, and his pale lips opened.

In another field of vision, Huron's figure flickered constantly, the ghost behind the throne looked forward, the blood seeping from the gap of the armor trembled constantly, blurred in the shadow, and then disappeared, and the tiny ghost howled wantonly around his head.

Even so far apart, Kayan can still taste the temperature of rust, sulfur and sweet smell.

Huron's state is much worse than he showed. Even his survival is a gift of subspace.

Thinking of this, Kayan, with a melancholy face and amber skin, smiled and opened his eyes.

"Lord Ruft Huron, Zhan Shuai asked me to say hello to you for him."

"Abaddon's greetings, of course."

Huron shook his head with a smile, but this action made the wound in front of him bigger, and the damaged armor near the wound rolled up like a sneering corner of his mouth.

Kayan was sure the rumor was true. Huron lost a heart.

Then the tyrant picked up a cup on one side. There was a red and black liquid in it. Then he drank it all in one gulp.

Kayan frowned, not the other party's behavior, but the liquid.

He could feel that there was some violent power and dark witchcraft in the liquid, which was like the potion "plume of heaven".

Although the name seems very beautiful, the process of making this magic medicine is extremely cruel. It is necessary to take the naturally pregnant and conscious unborn fetus out of the mother, crush and mix several kinds of demon blood, and purify it - tens of thousands of fetuses may have only a few milliliters.

The amount of Huron's bite——

After drinking the potion, Huron's decline was swept away and changed back to his old hegemony and shrewdness.

"Come on, what does Abaddon want you to do?"