Chapter 510

"The words of the black heart king are true and false. The soshyang of the star knight is by no means so simple."

Kayan didn't bother to open his eyes to see amural. The machine servants were helping him remove his armor piece by piece, moving around him and muttering in a mechanical voice.

They don't like to be close to themselves. Kayan can tell.

Whenever he approaches, they move like bound animals.

He can't blame them, because he doesn't like the strong smell of subspace. All this comes from his pet, a subspace demon lynx and nagua.

Now it was shrinking in the corner and licking her claws.

The room was large, with polished chalk floors, brushed metal walls, and light from spheres suspended in copper cages.

The red fabric softens the hard lines of the wall and covers the straight back chairs. Some statues of unknown significance stand at the back of the room. Each statue has a straightforward style.

In the warship life Kayan once experienced, it can be said that it is quite luxurious.

When the servants took off his body armor, Kayan felt the cool air in the room touching his skin.

His armor is light blue and black. The Prospero symbol made of flat gold thread is intertwined on the surface of the plate armor. A shiny crown stretches on the front of the breastplate, and the colorful crown of decoration surrounds his helmet. This is a standard QIANZI helmet.

A blaster pistol and a dagger hung around his waist, and their handles were decorated with mirror coins.

Under his carapace, black tattoos and strange symbols crisscross the muscle surface in the form of geometric lines. This is the mark left on him by the notorious "scarlet letter" spell, which almost every thousand wizards have.

His amber skin clearly showed his identity as the son of prosperot. The crescent shaped Magnus eyes spread over his neck and shoulders, and a full moon was hidden between his muscles.

Finally, this mark shows him as a kahashehan war gang

The identity of the leader, a group of wizards who vowed to work for Abaddon.

Many tiny scars ran across his arms, back and chest, cutting his skin like hair.

These are the traces left by the wild wolf on him.

Kayan stretched his shoulders, his muscles agitated and his skin rippled.

"Do you disagree with my analysis?"

A stabbing pain in the skin told Kayan that teremanon was staring straight at himself.

"Huron lied about the war."

The masked Prince grinned.

"His reasons and motives are his own business, and our purpose is above truth and falsehood."

Amural nodded.

"I've blocked all possible eavesdropping eyes and ears, and we can speak frankly."

"I'm speaking frankly, brother. Huron told the truth. At least in part, he has exhausted his means when facing the star knight, or approached his cards. An enemy who can't even solve the fear of abusing the devil army should not be an unknown small battle leader."

"If everything is as it looks, we don't need to come."

The last part of the armor was also removed, and Kayan felt the fibers of a blouse slip through his neck.

"But I still regret taking this job. It's very risky."

A sudden scratch turned them around.

Tyremanon is moving, and his every step is like a slight movement between complete stillness.

A silver mask completely covered his head. The symbols engraved on the metal were incomprehensible to most people. Even mortals would feel great pain just at a glance. A device similar to a lock fixed the mask on the back of his brain.

Then, a pair of hands emerged from the armor of teremanon, and their fingers withered and twisted, as if they had been broken and healed without restoration.

In his right hand, he grabbed a silver bound wax plate, and in his left hand, a long metal spike was sleeved on his index finger.

After a short pause, he poked the spike at the wax board, tilted his head back, and his hands moved like a string puppet.

[this place has been bugged]

The chiseled letters appeared clearly on the wax board, Kayan stopped, and the room fell into complete stillness again.

Amural stared first at the masked prince, then at the words on the wax plates.

"Over there?"

Tiremanon's hand twitched and came alive again, marking words on the wax board.

[the servant on Kayan's left]

Amural opened his mouth and a question formed at the tip of his tongue.

Kayang turned his head fiercely, put the index finger and middle finger of his right hand together and pressed it on the forehead of the machine servant.

Three seconds later, the machine servant shrunk, as if awakened from a dream by a sudden noise, and his arms began to tremble.

"A mark was made about a day ago."

With that, Kayan took back his fingers, and the machine servant returned to his original state.

"It seems that there is a good wizard in Huron."

Thalimanon gave a low laugh, but to his surprise, Kayan shook his head.

"It's not Huron, it's another man. His mark is not to eavesdrop on us. He wants to meet us."

"Meet?"

Amural asked in surprise:

"Another ambitious man who can't measure his strength? Haven't they learned from Huron's bloody means?"

"No."

Kayan said, slightly closing his eyes and aftertaste the information left by the mark.

"He wants to talk to us about star knights."

"Oh, interesting."

The masked prince was obviously very interested in it.

"Who is he?"

"The other party didn't leave a name, just called himself a phantom warrior."

"Haven't heard of the name. Have you decided to see them?"

"Yes."

Kayan nodded.

"Just two days later, let's see what the phantom warrior can tell us."

On Huron's side, after sending away the messengers of the Black Legion, Huron began to prepare for another important thing.

"How are you getting ready for skull harvesting?"

Hearing the voice from the shadow of the throne, kelkus quickly bowed his head and answered.

"It is basically ready, and various candidates have arrived in new badaab, but there are a few people who are not at ease."

"As long as you don't go too far, ignore them first."

"Yes, Lord."

After answering, kelkus seemed to think of something and bent down again.

"Lord, there is another unexpected factor."

"What is it?"

"In addition to the candidate on the original list, there is another new one who will also participate in skull harvesting. That person... I'm not sure whether to release it."

"What's his name?"

"That man's name is hongsuo, from the iron warrior, but I heard that their Legion did not accept him and called him a hybrid."

"Ha, hongsuo, I've heard of this man."

The tyrant gave a shrill laugh.

"Let him participate. Maybe he will bring us some surprises."

"Yes, I'll do it now."