After listening to the messenger's introduction, Huron nodded suddenly and said:
"So that's it, no wonder I can't see a crew member, it's fun, fun."
The inability of crew members to work properly is indeed a fatal flaw of the scrap ship. Huron did not expect that someone could solve it in this way, and the efficiency was obviously much higher than that of humans.
"Blackhearted King, I want to have a deeper understanding of this thing."
The dimension blacksmith Valtex walked out, and he looked at the ferryman, looking eager to try.
Huron glanced at the messenger and nodded after finding that the other party was indifferent.
Valtex walked forward, and several soft metal tentacles stretched out from the mechanical backpack behind him. While cutting a small range, he tried to find many connecting parts of the instrument.
Just as he cut off a metal plate, the ferryman suddenly screamed, and then a large number of silver tentacles that looked like iron nematodes twisted and squirted out. Valtex quickly retreated, but the silver nematodes had disappeared, but the weapons around the ferryman were activated, and various automatic turrets were aimed at Valtex.
At this time, the messenger suddenly recited a series of hoarse binary language, and the turrets immediately released the attack state.
“What are those?”
Valtex turned his head and looked at the messenger, even with his helmet, unable to hide his curiosity.
The messenger answered calmly as if he had to answer questions and answered:
"Magic steel nerve plexus."
Valtex stood for a while, then approached the ferryman carefully, stretched a tentacle into the incision, and after a few minutes, he took back the mechanical tentacles.
"If I guess correctly, it's the key to connecting the waste ship subsystem."
Then he looked at Huron.
"This waste ship is magical. I have never heard of this kind of technological creation...or witchcraft creation."
Huron sneered.
"Good things are always thrust. I guess that one must be waiting for us to see what tricks it has to play."
After saying that, he ordered the team to continue moving forward. Although the messenger said nothing, Huron had already guessed that the answer was on the bridge.
As for where the bridge of the abandoned ship is, Hamadria will give him the direction. After entering the abandoned ship, it will chirp in one direction.
However, the road to the bridge is not smooth, not because the road is difficult to walk, but because it is not "clean" inside.
When he heard the messy and heavy footsteps coming from the dark passages around him, Huron looked at the messenger.
"Why, your master has found a new buyer?"
"Not that one cargo and one lord is the principle of my lord, but as a waste ship... there will always be some pests that are difficult to clean up, but my lord believes that for the real strong, they are just like bed bugs in the house, and are not worth mentioning."
Huron sneered, then raised his arm holding the battle axe.
"Then everyone prepare to remove insects."
Soon, a wave of chitin carapace and sharp claws appeared, and their emotionally unshaped eyes reflected a cruel light in the dark.
Huron, a gene stealer, was also very familiar with these aliens. As early as when he was the leader of the battle, he often solved these problems by himself.
They are difficult to pose any huge threat, but if they are despised, they often come at a huge price.
When the aliens approached less than 100 meters, Huron raised the tyrant's claws, his palms were outwards, and his fingers were opened, activating the heavy flamethrower in his palm.
Then a ball of burning propelled roared out, embracing the aliens running wildly in the passage.
In an instant, screams continued, the carapace cracked in high temperatures, the acidic blood evaporated in the flames, and the air began to smell disgusting burnt.
However, the roasting flames could not kill all the aliens. One of them rolled out from the hissing and burning wreckage, and his outstretched claws rushed towards Huron, which had been burned black by the fire.
Huron raised his power axe and decisively divided it into two along the diagonal.
Many people think that Huron has become a wreck, maintained by resentment, witchcraft and machinery, and his movements are no longer as agile as before, but this does not mean that his death in combat has been reduced.
Anyone who really fights him will know that although his weapons are not as delicate, his attacks are conducted under the guidance of centuries of experience and his power is as fierce as ever.
It is precisely because of this that Huron has always regarded himself as a shame and humiliation by Soshyang.
However, he seemed unable to get the situation back from the front.
The battle of the wizard Caron is more elegant. Facing the enemy, he just waves his staff, gently blows back a group of enemies, and then pushes the screaming enemies into the ground.
Valtex used his conversion beam transmitter to keep firing, mainly aiming at larger alien individuals. At the same time, the plasma gun on his hand also kept firing, tearing any aliens into pieces and scattering them on the ground.
Huron's champion guard took a more direct approach. He used a huge battle axe to swing continuously among the enemy, burying the axe blade into his head or body like a simple logging, and then sweeping it away.
The crimson Terminators used discipline to fight against the dominant number of enemies. The roar of the blaster vibrated the air, and the chain saw and power claws continued to tear the chitin carapace and flesh.
Huron walked in the wave of aliens with great strides, his pace was unstoppable.
Soon, he arrived at his destination, a bridge full of ferrymen, magic circles and various instruments he could not understand. The Terminators were guarding the gate, and the mechanical heretics in black robe walked to a ferrymen.
The next second, a large number of silver nematodes wrapped his body into a cocoon.
With a flash of metal, the solid metal suddenly emitted a hellish flash, rapidly heating up and melting.
Huron watched all the changes, his pet screamed uneasy, which represented fear, and only in that direct confrontation with Soshyan, his pet had such a performance, which made him even more curious.
What will be coming?
The melting metal hissed, forming a huge circuit on the complex ground with magic circles engraved.
Then the metals slowly rose and condensed into a weird head, which looked like an angry furnace with a pair of forward horns.
The moment the other party appeared, Huron felt a powerful force brushing his face. In an instant, he seemed to have returned to the day when the Thorn Palace was destroyed. His tendons churned in flames and his bones were like falling into an ice cave.
It seemed that in this place, at this moment, his broken body became complete again, accompanied by pain.
And those sounds.
Those noisy curses and nagging.
Huron ignored them, even though their touches lingered on his body, and even though their claws circulated on his flesh, their tongues drilled into his bones.
He held himself tightly, he was Ruft Huron, the Blackheart King, the tyrant and blood-punisher of Badab, traitor, heretic and abandoned warlord.
No one can dominate his destiny!
Chapter completed!