This planet seemed to have been sucked dry, and it made Soshiyang think of the power of the star god absorbing planets and even stellar energy. Perhaps this planet was the residue after being swallowed by a star god.
A group of monsters that use residues as food to live on a residue planet cannot be said to be a cruel black humor.
At the top of the planet, there is the only city on the planet, stretching for thousands of miles, but when you cross the wall to the inside, you can't see the appearance of a city at all. This place is like the plains surrounding it, and the towers and temples are decorated with various bones and debris. During this period, you can occasionally see the towering black stone towers, and various skinned people drag their slow steps on the streets, like a confused walking zombie.
In the center of the city stands a magnificent column hall, with high glass-free windows on both sides. This is also the largest building on the planet. Soshiyang flew over the heads of the skinned people like a gust of wind, passing through the magnificent foyer of the hall. At this moment, a simple white throne sat at the end of the hall, a mad king muttering to himself, but when it saw the scarlet whirlwind, it immediately stood up.
"What's the situation of my White Bone Lord?"
When Soshiyan condensed into shape and landed in front of the throne, no one expected that he would appear in a distant ghoul star in a flash and stand in a filthy feast composed of broken bones and broken skins.
"My Lord!"
Vargur moved his huge body and knelt carefully in front of Soshyang, covered in blood armor.
"I feel very much--"
"Okay, don't say anything flattering, what about the Orosk dynasty?"
Valguer raised his head carefully, and said in a fearful voice that was inconsistent with his body shape:
"they..."
"What's wrong with them? Just say something."
"Contacted, but they now claim to be a little problem... Jenek was welcomed by them, but someone was staring at them."
Jenek and Soshyan looked at a skinder who was particularly tall and seemed to be trying to maintain a standing posture, not far from Valgur. He didn't know much about the friendship between the skinders, but Valgur seemed to trust this person very much.
"Then what?"
"They sent an envoy..."
"take me."
Perhaps Soshiyang himself couldn't feel it. When he became a skinned incarnation, his whole behavior and behavior were very different from usual.
Although he said so, he did not take action. Valgur then led the guards to one side of the palace. After passing through a corridor, he came to a small square where a group of skinners were tearing hard against the bodies of several Tyron executioners.
Valgur looked at one of them. The skinned man looked even thinner, but his arms were four. He was also carrying a dirty flag made of the skin of unknown creatures. There was a vague symbol on the flag. There was also a "wig" on the head of the skinned man who was not sure it was shriveled intestines or other organs. When it turned around, the mouth was still clattering the rotten flesh and blood of the man.
"Oh, generous King of Bones, thank you for the dinner. This imperial chef has good skills and the food is very... chic."
"Kamps, my Lord has-"
Suddenly, a scarlet wind rolled behind Valgur and rolled the screaming messenger into the air.
In a moment, a big hand grabbed its head and stared at its twinkling red eyes.
"Now, you see me, then what does the king of Orosque ask you to say."
Camps, who was in mid-air by Soshyanti, opened his jaw and made a sensation of metallic hiss.
"Scarlet God...I...I..."
When he realized that the skinder's consciousness had begun to be disorganized, Soshiyang slowly fell down and then let go of his hand.
"The king of Oroske certainly doesn't believe it, right? But now you see it, then tell me and reply."
"I... need to report to my master......please ask the scarlet god..."
"I'm going to do the next big hunt soon, and if Orosk wants more flesh and blood, join in."
Hearing the flesh and blood, the messenger's originally dim eyes immediately shone.
"Of course! Of course!"
Soshyan turned around and looked at Valgur.
"But that area is located in the Screaming Whirlpool, do you know any way to get there?"
"Screaming vortex?"
A confusion appeared on Valgur's metal face, and the messenger named Campus also scratched its wig.
"Where is it?"
After thinking for a while, Soshiyan realized that the fear of the deceased might not know where this great fall was formed, and then changed his words:
"Once the place used by the ancient enemy to create life, it was destroyed at one point and later occupied by Ada."
When he said this, Valgur slapped his head.
"So it's the ancient cave! This place... hasn't it been destroyed?"
"No, now it becomes a gap between the Supreme Heaven and the physical universe, where our hunting will begin, but the power of the Supreme Heaven interferes with the Temple of Skinders."
"My Lord, your humble servant knows that a tombstone gate can reach there!"
Valgur made an excited voice, seemingly stimulated by the coming bloody hunt, and then he summoned his civil servant, the skinner named Paleg.
Soshiyang has not studied the past of this White Bone Majesty, but judging from the name of every key minister, he should be a monarch who attaches great importance to his subordinates, or was it?
"My Lord, look."
When the civil servant, who had a somewhat distorted body, opened a circular device, a star map was displayed, but the star map of the fear of the deceased was very different from that of humans, and Soshiyang could not see anything, so he saw that the geometric figures on it were changing.
"Well...so can you go directly to the Screaming Vortex?"
"You can go to the closest area and use the warships to move quickly to the vicinity. In the past, there were several attack lines here, but due to war and time, most of them were damaged, and only this farthest one was preserved.
"So that's it, then..."
Soshyan turned to look at Camps.
"Tell your monarch to send a force to participate in this hunt, and I will help you solve the surveillance people in the future."
"Yes, yes, I'll go back and report right away!"
Watching the skinned people leave quickly, Soshyang stared at the corpse of Tyron that was torn to pieces by them, and he might never understand the world in the eyes of these skinned people.
Crazy? Or is this the truth?
It seems that after all, this Milky Way is indeed the culinary plate of creatures called gods in subspace.
Blinking and throwing away those messy thoughts, Soshiyang whispered:
"The Lord of the White Bone, ring the war drums and raise the war flag. There will be a bigger hunt soon. This time our prey is the slaves of the dark evil god."
Chapter completed!