When Malakin led the fleet away from Winoch III, all Soshyan had left was to step up the construction of fortifications and wait for the arrival of the Tyron fleet.
Time is very urgent, especially since this planet lacks industry. It is difficult to complete the work of increasing the guardrail of the Snow Palace and adding a second guardrail in a short time. After all, this is a towering mountain range, and the construction difficulty itself is extremely difficult.
In this case, in order to gain more time, Soshiyan plans to take another dangerous move.
In the luxurious garden of the Bone Royal Court, a grand dinner was in full swing. Graceful figures shuttled between silk tents, holding plates filled with spicy fangs and beast hearts. Singers in robes sang loudly behind the curtain, and their voices formed a harmonious melody.
At the dinner center, two duels were trying to cut each other into pieces with their blades. They were both powerful and agile warriors, moving as fast as lightning and attacking as fierce as wind.
The white bone magistrate Varguer leaned against the cushion and sighed, looking around at the prosperous scene.
Then he stuffed a handful of candied pistachios into his mouth, soaked in a mixture of honey and wine, filled with an eyeball picked from the kaleidae.
When the fruit exploded in his mouth, a warm current was released.
“Scentless garbage…”
After a moment, Valgur hissed, and the words spewed out with fragments, which caused a series of eager expressions in the small circle surrounding him.
Whenever the owner is bored, it means that a wild hunt is coming.
"The Scarlet God hasn't responded for a long time!"
But he was still muttering to himself:
"Did I disappoint Him... Maybe I need to prepare a higher sacrifice."
Suddenly, a clear and steady voice sounded.
“I do need a higher offering.”
Accompanied by the spinning red mist, all the nobles who feared the dead in the dinner knelt down, and Valgur quickly jumped up from the cushion and knelt on one knee.
"My Lord! Lord of blood and death, your loyal servant Valguel is waiting for your order!"
The red mist quickly gathered and formed. When it landed, Soshiyan, wearing red and black flesh-and-blooded armor, appeared in front of Valgur.
In Soshiyan's vision, it is still so dirty and corrupt, with bones, skin and tissue fragments everywhere, and even a group of skin peelers are using bones as musical instruments to make strange and unpleasant sounds.
But now it is this power that he uses conveniently.
"My Bone Lord, blow the trumpet, beat the drums of war, raise the flag of war, I will lead you on a great hunt!"
The scarlet spot in Valguer's eyes instantly expanded several times, and then he said excitedly:
"This is the highest honor!"
Then he stood up and turned around.
"The commander! Didn't you hear the master's words? Blow the trumpet, ring the war drum, and raise the war flag!"
Soon, a strange metal horn echoed among the various tombs of the Skinning Dynasty. Countless skinned men walked out of the darkness. In Valguer's eyes, there were countless soldiers holding spears and shields with serious expressions, followed by the dynasty's chariot troops. The ghost arks covered with dust and decay slowly rose from the gloomy tombs, and the ones controlling them were twisted skinned men whose bodies had merged with the Ark. These chariots would be the craziest and deadliest drivers.
Not only infantry, but also the dynasty also had huge "war beasts" troops. The metal structures shining with crazy red light spots, such as Nether Spiders, Tomb Walkers, etc., their original autonomous will also completely fall with the madness of the dynasty rulers, but they are still under a certain degree of control.
The skinder dynasty is crazy in all aspects, but it is extremely normal and orderly from another perspective. However, this order is difficult for rational thinking to understand.
Soshiyang actually didn't want him to understand this kind of thing that was almost hysterical, but there was no way. In a sense, this dynasty was created by him.
The team that I have to tinker with tears in my heart.
At this time, Vargur walked carefully to Soshiyang, his huge body seemed to be about to shrink into a ball, making him as short as possible than Soshiyang, and then asked cautiously:
"My Lord, is the arrogant Imotek this time going to attack, or is the so-called usurper Ahotek? Or is the wealthy slave Krispek? I am willing to lead the army to present the many treasure houses of the Nechrac dynasty to the master!"
Soshiyang smiled slightly and shook his head and said:
“None are not.”
“That’s…”
"This time, we'll go to kill the dragon."
"Dragon slaying..."
"It is an evil force from the dark outer realm, a greedy dragon trying to swallow up all things. I need to weaken it before this force forms a threat. This time the dynasty is going to hunt the servants of the greedy dragon, and their flesh and blood are also delicious delicacies."
Valgur immediately became excited and summoned his attendant to bring his double-edged scepter covered with metal skulls. He didn't care what the enemy was. He just wanted to fight, fight and massacre in the name of the scarlet god.
This is the only thing that makes his metal body "boil".
"My Lord, please teach me that your loyal servant will kill all enemies for you!"
Soshiyang nodded slightly, then looked up at the huge rising ship.
"This time, there is no need for a warship, we will directly reach the battlefield through the Scarlet Temple."
After saying that, he turned around and raised his right arm, opened his palm and grabbed it suddenly. A huge red vortex appeared out of thin air on the square of the Tomb World, enough for a warship to pass through.
At this time, a command boat with a unique shape also slowly fell down. Its original active metal shell was covered with skulls of different races and sizes. Fresh bloody skin fluttered around it like a colorful flag. Its appearance was like a huge scorpion. Below the raised tail was a wide command position. The green poison hook was an enhanced lightning gun, and its driver was fourteen technicians' heads connected together. Their necks were completely replaced by cables. Occasionally, they would turn their heads and spread their jaws, as if the despairing souls bound to the command boat were wailing.
"Start! march!"
Just as Valguer boarded his bone chariot and began to issue orders, Soshiyan also turned into a red mist and came to a towering obelisk in the square.
Looking down below, the scene was even more shocking. Tens of thousands of skinned people were like a torrent of blasphemy. They poured into the open scarlet vortex in a chaotic and neat way in the form of a loose square formation, just like a really attacking army, making people feel a sense of absurdity.
Chapter completed!