Chapter 792

The storm around Saro's side glittered with a pale halo and was full of amazing panic. The Wizards around were shaken by the accident. They walked out of the circular queue one after another and called the troops to hold their walking sticks and look at the source of chaos.

"You are a liar!"

Sharon shouted, pinching tubek's neck and trying to throw him back, but the other party stood still like a stubborn rock.

Seeing that he was going to lose face, Sharon raised his other hand angrily and called out a large surging flame.

As soon as the spell came out, the Wizards around made a mess and left their podium to avoid being affected. The chaotic music in the background turned into a complete noise.

"Wait a minute."

The next moment, Magnus's loud voice echoed in the hall, choking everyone's words into a choked voice, and there was silence everywhere.

Tubek realized his mistake. The lone eyed giant never shrunk to the size of a mortal - it was the strange colors and lights in the hall that confused his senses, and Magnus was still the giant with a huge figure.

When the red devil bent over to examine him carefully, tubek felt like a flying insect nailed to the lens.

"Exiles."

Magnus's voice echoed in all the existing skull cavities. The wizards with weak mana almost fell down and covered the visor of their helmets.

"My Lord!"

Tubek broke free from Saro's grip, bowed deeply to Magnus, walked quickly through the podium, ignored the despised eyes around, and trotted away to the throne.

"I brought news, very important news."

Magnus looked down at him, his huge blood red eyes rippling with the waves of flame.

"It's up to you to deliver the message of sub space to me?"

Magnus's words were calm. But tubek knows that once his reply is a little inappropriate, his existence will be wiped away immediately.

"It's not about subspace, my Lord."

Tubek intended to arouse the Lord's interest with his brief description. There was silence in the hall. Wizards and rows of scarlet letter soldiers looked at the audience between them in silence.

Magnus nodded, and tubek continued his statement.

"My news comes from the Empire, my Lord, the country occupied by the running dogs and crazy believers of the puppet emperor. To be exact, it comes from the vortex."

"The maelstrom? The sad pirate's nest?"

Magnus shook the long knife in his hand, and the four walls of the hall disappeared without a trace, revealing the devastated land stretching to the sky under their feet.

Although most of the wizard star turned into waste soil composed of scorched brown glass in the scarlet letter accident ten thousand years ago, it is still a little crowded: withered mountains and dry beaches are surrounded by various buildings, barracks and weapon batteries are lined up in two compartments, assembly line factories and armory are built in one place, and various collections of solitary giants are stored in the huge temples that stand everywhere.

Magnus has never stopped rebuilding the homes of thousands of children since the wolves of Ruth burned Prospero ten thousand years ago.

The reconstructed scene is different from the memory of the past. There is no gilded spire, no nuota Crystal Pyramid, and the wizard star turns into an anvil in Magnus's hand, producing weapons for the endless war.

Looking at Magnus, who appreciated his work, tubek realized that the Red Devils ignored the guest's words again and began to admire themselves.

"Promotion has come to our shoulders. Unlike me, the corpse emperor has lost his great vision. I will bring wisdom to his future generations and salvage them from the quagmire of shame and ignorance. I will bring them promotion."

Magnus looked down at the bottom of the hall.

"I will light the way for them."

Following the mother's line of sight, tubek saw a string of bony human shapes, and his body was tied firmly by shiny light ropes.

Although their bodies were dark and badly damaged, they could not die. The cruel ceremony squeezed the life energy supplied to the hall and made them wriggle in great pain.

Similar clusters are piled under all the halls and rooms. The tortured souls will never be able to survive. The ornate pipelines block their wide mouths and turn their screams into beautiful carols lingering in the halls and rooms.

Although Magnus boasted of saving mankind in the palace driven by the suffering of the dead, tubek did not find it ironic that the opportunity for promotion never belongs to the majority, it is the privilege of the minority.

Only valuable souls can settle down in a new kingdom - no talent, despicable Dalits obviously can't meet the standard.

"I will help you enlighten them, my Lord."

Tubek said, coming up and holding up the crooked staff in his hand.

The next second, Magnus burst out laughing. The laughter was not artificial, not cold, undisguised and deep voice and color reminded tubek of those simple times in the past - he, who was fashionable as a human body, stood beside the scarlet king and promoted the emperor's hypocritical expedition.

"Aleman's accomplice tubek intends to help me."

Magnus looked at the circle of wizards, and they laughed hesitantly.

"I was at the critical moment of regaining what we had lost, and then tubek told me that he could help me? I'd like to hear more, old friend, how are you going to help me?"

"The promotion has begun, just as you expected, my Lord. No matter where in the vast galaxy, the soul is trying to get rid of its flesh and blood. But the process is very slow - much slower than we need."

Magnus's laughter stopped, and he leaned back into his chair like a hill made of muscle and fire:

"What are you going to tell me? What are you going to do?"

Tubek gave up his elaborate preface and simply spit out words.

"I'd like to introduce someone to you, or someone wants to see you."

Magnus laughed again, but the sound lost its happy tone.

Then, thunder raged in space, and the atmosphere among the people became distorted and dignified.

The red devil stared at tubek indifferently and clenched the long knife in his hand, while tubek silently endured the red devil's angry eyes that were enough to turn ordinary people into ashes.

"Who is worth your risk?"

"With all due respect, only your excellency can know."

Tubai's words immediately attracted countless murderous eyes.

"Do you really think there is a secret in the world that you know but I don't know? Do you think I haven't considered the possibility of sacrament? I can peel your sad soul from your body and see everything about you..."

The red devil shrugged and handed his chin to the surrounded wizards.

"Or they can do the same."

"Yes, sir, but I can provide you with more than one message of service and help in the future."

Magnus stared at tubek and fell silent.

Tubek knew immediately that his words had worked - he had aroused the appetite of the lone eyed giant.

Then the scarlet king thought for a moment and turned to give orders to the Wizards.

"Take him to Sotiris, the deepest demon cave on tizka, and lock him in - remember to use your most powerful binding spell to wander the sky and make him lose his mind. He may intend to be against us."

Tubek's argument was thrust into Magnus's throat by an idea.

"You don't have to thank me for my kindness."

The scarlet King smiled and said:

"Remember your good past, and I'll spare your life."

When he said this, the frost in his words eased a little:

"You may think I've forgotten you, but I didn't. I still remember what you did when the wolf raged. I still remember the past years when you stood by my side. I also understand that your crazy words are out of loyalty to serve the Lord."

Magnus rose from the throne. His huge body smashed the thunder and stirred the surrounding space.

"The promotion is ahead, and we will all see the reality soon - you too, tubek."

The wizards who got the order raised their scepters and swords, guided the evil fire drawn from the void, and rushed straight at tubek.

The burning slave screamed in pain, and the painful ghost cry and wolf howl turned into a beautiful song. Several light balls rose from the riot, surrounded tubek, and dragged him to the entrance of the hall with a strong force of imprisonment.

During the struggle, his mask also slipped down, revealing a face full of spells - this is the curse of expulsion, a symbol of exiles, and their shame, which only Magnus can erase.

"My Lord! My Lord!!! You must hear it with your own ears! It has something to do with your brother! Your blood brother!!"

"Wait."

The scarlet King's face changed suddenly, and the Wizards stopped immediately when they heard his words.

Tubek struggled back to Magnus.

"My Lord, it matters."

Magnus thought for a moment, then raised one hand, and a transparent barrier covered them.

"Yes, say it, but you have to pay attention. What you want to say next may be your last word in the world."

Tubek held his breath, nodded and said solemnly:

"My Lord, I ran into a man in the maelstrom area. He used to be the curator of the soul drinker's think tank, but now he has been separated from the monitoring of the puppet emperor."