Chapter 2034 The Confidence of the Decisive Battle
Chapter 2034 The confidence for the decisive battle
Author: Mogdrogen
Chapter 2034 The confidence for the decisive battle
"Oh, Black-Hearted King, Luft Huron, it seems you are satisfied with this deal."
When the metallic sound echoed on the bridge, all the feelings disappeared. Huron smiled slightly, looking a little ferocious. He knew that he had passed the other party's challenge or test.
"Before communicating with each other, shouldn't we introduce ourselves?"
"You should understand that names mean nothing to us."
"That's not necessarily true. Names are of great significance to demons."
"Devil, is this what you understand?"
Huron glanced at the bridge, then smiled:
"Forget it, let's get it straight. This hulk is indeed good, but it's not worth a Blackstone Fortress. Although I have a little trouble now, I haven't reached the point of selling my property at a low price."
"Huron, you are really a greedy guy."
"This has nothing to do with greed. I know how rare the Blackstone Fortress is. Otherwise, a being like you wouldn't bother to come to me. Abaddon also has one in his hand. You can trade it with him for a hulk.
See if he will pay attention to you."
"Of course it's not just hulks."
At this time, a burning portal opened in the void. Huron stared at it for a moment, and then stepped into it.
The next second, he came to another area in the hulk.
This seems to be a silent foundry, very large in scale.
Valtex, who was sent later, said softly:
"Looks like a dimensional furnace."
Suddenly, those casting devices came back to terrifying vitality. Huron heard the sound of the heavy crane in the foundry's mechanical system, and the surrounding darkness was lit by a sudden burst of fire.
In less than a minute, a silhouette slowly formed in the shadow at the entrance of the foundry, and then formed a series of terrifying mechanical shapes, walking heavily out of the roaring furnace flames.
Under Huron's surprised gaze, a small army of demonic engines emerged from the pool of liquid metal from which they were born. The occupied machinery glowed shimmeringly, both from the hellish heat that produced them and from within them.
Malice - a horrific nightmare of steaming steel and warp weapons.
Their shapes are grotesque and twisted. The bloodthirsty Scarlet Slayer staggers forward like a newborn. The armor and twisted limbs are decorated with spikes. Every step of the huge Defiler can feel a slight tremor from the floor. They carry
The heavy weapons were still dripping with dark red blood. The hunched-backed Exterminator engine stood high among the hellish machinery, dragging the sparking siege claws along under the weight of its own armor.
The ground lurched forward, and all kinds of demon engines, big and small, flying and crawling, walked out of the foundry and walked to the open areas on their own and stayed motionless.
Then, the voice of that mysterious existence sounded.
"You lack heavy weapons, which can help you fight against the imperial army with superior equipment."
Huron nodded slightly. He would be lying if he said he was not excited. A factory that can continuously produce demon engines would probably attract countless ambitious warlords if it were released. This also proves that this mysterious subspace existence possesses extraordinary power.
, although its efficiency is not particularly high, and the second batch was not seen for a long time 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 demon head made of metal stared at Huron, and then uttered a slightly warning voice.
"Excessive greed will only lead to destruction."
"You have to understand one thing. We are facing a life-and-death crisis. Blackstone Fortress is our only hope to turn the crisis around. This is like buying the last straw from a drowning person. Its value is almost inestimable."
"Huron, you are the best bargaining mortal I have ever seen, and you are also the only mortal who can turn your own crisis into bargaining capital. But you must understand that trading is not my only option."
Suddenly, the bridge door closed, and then the walls and ceilings opened gates one after another, and various weapons sprung up like mushrooms after rain, pointing directly at the red pirates inside.
For a moment, everyone was very nervous, except Huron whose expression remained normal.
"If you really had the ability to steal it, you wouldn't come to me and kill me? Who do you think the thing will fall into if you kill me? I guess it's probably Abaddon, after all, it's what he gave you.
Give it to me, so I guess since you didn't ask him to trade, it means that in front of him, your strength may not be enough. Are you willing to take the risk of offending Abaddon? I guess you are not willing, so it's up to me.
Giving it to you personally is the only way for you to obtain a black stone fortress."
The head was silent for a long time, and finally the door opened again and all weapons were put away.
"Luft Huron, you are more suitable to be a businessman than a warlord."
"I can take this as a compliment, so."
"So what else do you want?"
"I want the control method of Blackstone Fortress."
"You are really a hyena. Okay, I will tell you how to make the Blackstone Fortress operational, but that's it. If you are still not satisfied, then I will withdraw all the previous conditions."
Huron raised his hand.
"Then it's a deal. As long as we defeat Soshyan, I will immediately hand over the Blackstone Fortress to you in its entirety!"
"We'll see, but I still have to remind you, little Psychic."
"Eldar?"
Huron frowned. Before he could continue to ask, the metal turned into liquid again with a splash, and then quickly turned into hopping silver worms, burrowing into the metal floor, and the messenger was revealed again.
shape.
"Puppet, what did your master say about the Spirit Race?"
But the other party just shook his head.
"I don't know."
"Eldar."
Huron walked near the huge command throne, looked at this black iron creation, and fell into deep thought.
"Eldar."
After that, he looked at Garen.
"I remember there seemed to be very little Eldar activity throughout the history of the Maelstrom?"
"Yes, because the curtain here is weak, those alien remnants will instinctively stay away to avoid their souls being coveted by the slaves of the Lord of Joy."
"So you think that stuff is bullshit?"
The wizard thought for a while, and then replied cautiously:
"Maybe. No, after all, our attention has been on fighting the Imperial Expeditionary Force. We may not be able to know in time any recent changes in the Maelstrom."
"It seems we need to pay more attention to this information."
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 they must keep it secret. This will be our trump card in the decisive battle."
"Yes, but the inside of this hulk seems to be very unclean. I have detected many completely different biological signals. I'm afraid there are more than just gene stealers."
A cruel smile appeared on Huron's face.
"This is just right. Let those guys who have been busy recently do the dirty work. Soon we will have a decisive battle with Soshyan, which will just clear up some unstable factors."
"I understand, King of Black Hearts."
Huron turned his head, walked slowly to the throne, then sat down, staring into the crazy void through the huge observation window.
"Soshyan. I will let you taste the most painful failure."
But before that, he needed to talk to his intelligence chief. He had been sent to Galmyk for a while and had just returned not long ago. He must be able to bring him satisfactory news.