"Master, I'm afraid it's not certain that it is the Astral Knights. Their motives are still unknown. From such a distant place to attack a fleet that is completely unknown, no normal person can do it."
Gallon Sulet has always been Huron's right-hand man and think tank. As soon as he spoke, many champions started to clamor, believing that Salperdon was exaggerating and trying to get a chance to perform.
Salperdon just smiled slightly at this and responded calmly:
"We can tell at a glance what the truth is."
Gallon Sulett's dim eyes sank slightly, then nodded.
"Okay, it seems you've made some preparations."
Huron took Salperdon and Gallon Sulet to a small temple where the ghosts destroyed, and sent everyone else away, leaving them to their respective duties, regardless of their surprise and curiosity.
The Ghost of Destruction is a great and powerful flagship. They spent some time traveling through the test ground and ritual room. In the arena, rows of Red Pirates are honing their combat skills - these are Huron's personal soldiers, unlike those stragglers.
Here, in every space, chaos is everywhere.
The scriptures were engraved on the bulkheads and supporting ribs, and the lampstands and brackets were filled with wet human skins and bones, and the entire ship was soaked with evil and fanaticism.
The ship was once called the Fearless Warrior, a ship dedicated to the Emperor, but now it has almost become a temple, and all the statues of the Emperor have been smashed and driven out of the corridor.
Soon, the three arrived at a narrow and tall room.
It is like a canyon of steel, where some inferior psychics, called sacrificers, live, are placed in glass blisters inside the wall, each blister that provides oxygen and nutrients by a huge life support system.
The poor worms curled up naked, twitching from the swelling and the force contained in their torn skull, looking like they were dreaming.
Because eyes and mouth are closed, some people appear to have no facial features at all, and their bodies no longer need to breathe, eat or experience outside.
As Huron checked vital signs on the screen in the center of the room, the pharmacist in charge around him bowed deeply to their master, while the other servants fell silently to the ground in front of him.
"Get up, are everything ready?"
Huron pointed this question at Salperdon.
The former Soul Drinker Think Tank looked at the data on the screen, turned to his master and nodded.
"It's time to start."
Then Salperdon ordered his subordinates to activate the procedures connected to the sacrificial bubbles. Without further instructions, Huron asked Salperdon to perform his mission.
Soon, the sacrificers inside the wall moved, as if the dream had turned into a nightmare.
Salperdon appeared on the altar at the highest point, holding up four arms - this was the second change he had occurred two years ago.
"I arranged an eye in Praid's fleet and we'll see everything it sees."
As he exerted his power, the window of fate opened to Huron.
For a moment, he left the Destruction Ghost and came to the Death Blade, but he could feel the entire ship panic.
He saw fire, men and women burning, and thousands of people sacrificed on the altar full of hope called victory, and they turned into ghosts in his mind, and their confessional souls were greedily swallowed by twisted souls, and then dispersed into atoms until only the remnants remain.
Death awaits the ship.
The certainty of this fact calmed him down gradually.
soon,
The vision changed, and Huron's thoughts crossed the Blade of Death and entered the tumultuous abyss.
When a new scene appears, a huge giant ship appears faintly in the fog.
The ship was so huge, like an angry city, on its side, thousands of muzzles were opened like mouths, and a large-diameter laser array of glowing, and a flight deck that spewed out the deadly boat like a tongue.
And the golden eagle emblem on the bow of its ship was so dazzling that it even hurt Huron's soul.
Then he saw the name of the ship and the abominable sign.
Eternal Loyalty!
It is terrible, a monster made of light gray and gold, yet its solemn beauty overwhelms any aesthetic flaw.
Huron further traveled across the ocean and traveled through false reality.
As his thoughts expanded, he could taste the waves of the ether, in which the endless cry and the coldness of the abyss even kept calling him to continue to go deeper.
His reason was stinging, and panic surged towards him like a flood.
Huron knew that Ya Space wanted to break his thoughts,
It showed him the scene of destruction, Badab's nest was burning, and his battle group was thrown into the subspace.
In another scene, he kneels in front of a throne, and a gray figure stands proudly.
He has been dealing with the power of chaos for a long time and knows what these illusions are. This is not only a crazy hint, but also a more sinister and more aggressive thing.
The Black Heart King is a decisive person, and this illusion cannot shake him. Huron sneered and formed his own image in his mind.
It shines with a scarlet light, just like following a searchlight to a safe harbor, Huron uses himself to guide himself out of the magic claws of subspace.
He finally came out and saw that Salperdon had exhausted all his will and strength, collapsed on the floor, his cheek against the metal, gasping hard.
"call--"
With a long sigh, Garon Sulett also walked out of the blurred scenery.
The wizard glanced at Huron and then whispered:
"It's true. Praid's fleet has probably been killed by the Astral Knights. They have a powerful battleship that we don't know."
"Yes, they're done."
Salperdon climbed up from the ground and said with a smile, then looked up at the center display, showing little emotion as the shocking numbers rolled through the signals of life passing by all the sacrificers.
He even looks thoughtful, not proud.
"Are they still alive?"
Huron glanced at the crystal cabin and the sacrificers inside were motionless.
"All dead. If you want to take the next Phantom replacement, you will need a new group of psychics."
"I will provide you with something, and it will always be available in the future."
Huron's answer was very short.
"But before that, you will be awarded a fleet, Salperdon."
Salperdon, who had guessed that this would be the development, bent down and asked humbly:
“Where is the destination?”
"Go to the Pandora Galaxy to teach the Astral Knights a lesson and find a way to pull Abaddon. We must fulfill the damn promise, even if the process changes... I know that you and Soshiyan are old acquaintances, and I must know how to deal with him. Originally, I planned to let you burn his nest, but since the Astral Knights dared to come out, it means that they are ready. Perhaps the suffering alliance is now staying there like a watchdog, so I don't have any effort to solve the troubles in front of me first, and I have time to settle the accounts with him in the future."
"I understand, my lord."
"If you can bring back the head of Soshyan, I will give you an unthinkable reward."
When he said this, Huron's tone could not hide his anger and murderous intent.
Salperdon just nodded slightly and remained silent.