"Oh, Blackheart King, Ruft Huron, it seems you're happy with this deal."
As the sound with metal texture echoed on the bridge, all the feelings disappeared. Huron smiled slightly, looking a little hideous. He knew that he had passed the other party's challenge or test.
“Shouldn’t you introduce yourself before communicating with each other?”
"You should understand that the name has no meaning to us."
"This may not be the case. The name has a great significance to the demon."
"Devil, is this what you understand?"
Huron glanced at the bridge and then smiled:
"Forget it, just be straightforward. This waste ship is really good, but it is not worth a Black Stone Fortress. Although I am in a little trouble now, it is not as good as selling property at a low price."
"Huron, you're such a greedy guy."
"This has nothing to do with greed. I know how rare Black Stone Fortress is. Otherwise, your existence would not have come to me in such trouble. Abaddon also has one in his hand. You can exchange it with him with a scrap boat to see if he will pay attention to you."
"Of course it's not just a waste ship."
At this moment, a burning portal opened in the void, Huron stared at it for a moment, and then stepped into it.
The next second, he arrived at another area in the abandoned ship.
This seems to be a quiet foundry, with a very huge scale.
Valtex, who then teleported, whispered:
"It looks like a dimensional furnace."
Suddenly, the casting devices returned to their terrifying vitality. Huron heard the sound of heavy cranes in the foundry's mechanical system, and the darkness around them was lit up by a sudden burst of flames.
In less than a minute, a silhouette slowly formed in a shadow at the entrance of the foundry, and then formed a terrifying mechanical appearance, which walked out of the roaring furnace flames heavily.
Under Huron's surprise gaze, an army of small demon engines emerged from the liquid metal pool where they were born, and the occupied machinery emitted a shimmer, both from the hellish heat when they were produced, and from their inner malice - a terrible nightmare composed of steaming steel plates and subspace weapons.
Their shape is weird and twisted, and the bloodthirsty blood-colored slaughtered forward like a newborn, with spikes on the armor and twisted limbs. The huge polluters could feel a slight tremor from the floor every step. The heavy weapons they carried were still dripping with dark red blood. The hunchbacked slaughter engine stood high among the hellish machinery, dragging the siege claws with sparks, and staggered along the ground under the weight of their armor. The big and small, flying and crawling, all kinds of demon engines walked out of this foundry, and walked to those empty areas and stayed motionless.
Then, the mysterious existence sounded.
"You lack heavy weapons, they can help you fight against the Imperial Army with superior equipment."
Huron nodded slightly and said he was not excited. This is fake. A factory that can continuously create demon engines will probably attract countless ambitious warlords when released. It also indirectly proves that this mysterious subspace has extraordinary power. Although its efficiency is not particularly high, the second batch will not be seen long after the first batch was produced.
“What kind of raw materials are needed?”
"Flesh, soul, metal."
"very good."
Huron turned around and stepped back to the bridge.
“But…it’s still not enough.”
The demonic head condensed from metal stared at Huron, then spit out a slightly warning sound.
“Overy greed will only lead to destruction.”
"You have to understand one thing: we are facing a crisis of life and death. The Blackstone Fortress is our only hope to turn danger into safety. It is like buying his last straw from a drowning man, and its value is almost immeasurable."
"Huron, you are the most bargaining mortal I have ever met, and the only one who can turn his own crisis into bargaining capital, but you have to understand that trading is not my only choice."
Suddenly, the gate of the bridge was closed, and then the ceiling of the wall opened one by one, and various weapons emerged like mushrooms after a rain, pointing directly to the Red Pirates inside.
For a moment, everyone was very nervous, only Huron's expression was as normal.
"If you really have the ability to snatch it, you won't come to me. Kill me? Who do you think that thing will fall into? I guess it's probably Abaddon. After all, this is what he gave me. So I guess since you haven't traded it with him, it means that your strength may not be enough in front of him? Are you willing to risk offending Abaddon and rob? I guess you shouldn't, so I'll hand it over to you personally is the only way for you to get a Black Stone Fortress."
The head was silent for a long time, and finally the door opened again and all the weapons were put away.
"Ruft Huron, you're more suitable to be a businessman than a warlord."
"I'll just think this is a compliment, so..."
"So what else do you want?"
"I want the control of Blackstone Fortress."
"You are such a hyena. OK, I will tell you about how to make Blackstone Fortress take action, but only that. If you are not satisfied, then I will take back all the previous conditions."
Huron raised his hand.
"Then it's a matter of determination. As long as you defeat Soshiyan, I will hand over the Black Stone Fortress to you in full!"
"Let's wait and see, but I still want to remind you, the little spiritual race."
"Spirituals?"
Huron frowned, and before he could continue to ask, the metal turned into liquid again with a thud, and then quickly turned into a thundering silver nematode, drilling into the metal floor, and the messenger also revealed his body again.
"Pujiu, what's going on with the spiritual race that your master talks about?"
But the other party just shook his head.
"I don't know."
"Spirituals..."
Huron walked to the huge commanding throne and looked at the black iron creature and fell into deep thought.
"Spirituals..."
Afterwards, he looked at Gallon.
"I remember that there seemed to be very few spiritual activities throughout the history of the Great Vortex?"
"Yes, because the curtains here are weak, the aliens will instinctively stay away to avoid their souls being coveted by the slaves of the Lord of Pleasure."
"So do you think that thing is nonsense?"
The wizard thought for a while, then replied cautiously:
"Maybe...No, after all, our attention has been on the Imperial Expeditionary Force. What changes have happened in the vortex in the near future may not be known in time."
"It seems we need to pay more attention to this."
After saying that, Huron looked at Valtex.
"Friends, let the dimensional blacksmiths and technical priests get familiar with this thing as soon as possible, but keep it confidential. This will be our trump card in the decisive battle."
"Yes, but... the inside of this waste ship seems to be very unclean. I have detected many completely different biological signals. I'm afraid there are more than just gene stealers..."
Huron showed a cruel smile on his face.
"This is just right for those guys who are ready to move recently to do some dirty work. Soon we will have a decisive battle with Soshiyan, just to clear some unstable factors."
"I understand, the Black Heart King."
Huron turned around, slowly paced to the throne, and then sat down, staring into the crazy void through the huge observation window.
"Soshyan...I will let you taste the most painful failure."
Chapter completed!