The Emperor’s Angel of Death

After listening to the messenger's introduction, Huron nodded suddenly and said:

"I see, no wonder there's not a single crew member in sight, interesting, interesting."

The inability of the crew to work normally is indeed the fatal flaw of the Hulk. Huron didn't expect that someone could solve it in this way, and the efficiency was obviously much higher than that of humans.

"Black Heart King, I want to learn more about...this thing."

Dimensional blacksmith Valtex came out. He looked at the ferryman eagerly.

Huron glanced at the messenger, and nodded after seeing that the other party was indifferent.

Valtex stepped forward, and the mechanical backpack behind him protruded several soft metal tentacles. While cutting in a small area, he tried to find many connecting parts of the instrument.

The moment he cut off a metal plate, the ferryman suddenly screamed, and then a large number of silver tentacles that looked like iron nematodes twisted and sprayed out, Valtex quickly backed away, but those silver nematodes had already disappeared , but the weapons around the ferryman were activated, and all kinds of automatic turrets were aimed at Valtex.

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At this time, the messenger suddenly read a string of hoarse binary language, and the turrets immediately released their attack status.

"What are those?"

Valtex turned to look at the envoy, even though he was wearing a helmet, he couldn't hide his curiosity.

The messenger seemed to answer every question, and calmly replied:

"The magic steel plexus."

Valtex stood for a while, then cautiously approached the ferryman, inserted a tentacle into the incision, and after a few minutes of drumming, he retracted the mechanical tentacle.

"If I'm not mistaken, it's the key to the hulk's subsystems."

Then he looked at Huron.

"This hulk is amazing. I have never heard of such a technological creation...or a magical creation."

Huron sneered.

"Good things are always tricky. I guess that one must be waiting for us to see what tricks it has to play."

After speaking, he ordered the team to move on. Although the messenger didn't say anything, Huron already guessed that the answer to the mystery lies in the bridge.

As for where the bridge of the hulk is, Hamadria will show him the way. After entering the hulk, it has been chirping in one direction.

However, the road to the bridge is not smooth, not that the road is difficult to walk, but that the inside is not "clean".

When he heard the messy and heavy footsteps coming from the dark passages around him, Huron looked at the messenger.

"Why, your master has found a new buyer?"

"No, one goods and one owner is my lord's principle, just as a hulk... There will always be some pests that are difficult to clean up, but my lord believes that for the real strong, they are the same as the house. Like a bedbug, it's a trivial matter."

Huron sneered, then raised the arm holding the battle axe.

"Then everyone, get ready to get rid of the bugs."

Soon there emerged waves of chitinous carapaces and claws, their alien eyes gleaming cruelly in the dark, without emotion.

The gene stealer, Huron is also very familiar with these aliens. As early as when he was the leader of the chapter, he often solved these troubles by himself.

They are hardly a huge threat, but if you ignore them, you will often pay a huge price.

When the aliens approached within a distance of less than a hundred meters, Huron raised the Tyrant's Claw with his palm facing outwards and his fingers spread out, activating the heavy flamethrower in his palm.

Then a mass of burning promethium whizzed out, embracing the aliens running wildly in the passage.

In an instant, screams continued, the carapace cracked in the high temperature, the acidic blood evaporated in the flames, and the disgusting smell of scorched lake began to fill the air.

But the roasting flames couldn't kill all the xenos, and one rolled out of the hissing, burning wreckage, flinging at Huron with its outstretched claws, blackened by the flames.

Huron raised his power ax and cut it diagonally in two decisively.

Many believe that Huron has become a wreck, held together by malice, sorcery, and mechanics, and no longer as agile as he once was, but that doesn't mean he's any less deadly in battle.

Those who have actually fought him will know that while his weapons are not quite as refined, his attacks are guided by centuries of experience and his strength is as ferocious as ever.

Because of this, Huron has always regarded himself as a great shame and humiliation when he was defeated by Soshyan.

However, he seemed unable to get the place back from the front.

The wizard Caron fought more gracefully. Facing the enemy, he just waved his staff, knocked back a group of enemies with a light backhand blow, and then pressed the screaming enemies into the ground.

Valtex kept shooting with the conversion beam emitter on his body, mainly aiming at those larger alien individuals. At the same time, the plasma gun in his hand also kept shooting, tearing any aliens that came into contact with them into pieces and scattered them on the ground .

Huron's champion guard adopts a more direct method. He uses a huge battle ax to swing among the enemies, like simple logging, burying the ax blade in the head or body, and then throwing it away.

The crimson terminators fought against superior numbers with discipline, the roar of bolters shook the air, and chainsaws and power claws continued to tear chitinous carapace and flesh.

Huron strode through the alien wave, his stride unwavering and unstoppable.

Soon, he arrived at the destination, a bridge full of ferrymen, magic circles and all kinds of utensils he couldn't understand. The terminators were guarding the gate, and the black-robed mechanical heretic walked to a ferryman.

In the next second, a large number of silver nematodes wrapped his body into a cocoon.

With the flickering of the metal, the solid metal suddenly emitted a hellish flash, rapidly heating up and melting.

Huron watched all these changes, and his pet screamed uneasily, which represented fear. Only in that direct confrontation with Soshyan, his pet had this behavior, which made him even more curious .

What will come?

Molten metal hissed and formed a huge loop in the intricately carved ground.

Then the metal slowly rises, coalescing into a grotesque skull ~www.readwn.com~ which looks like an angry furnace with a pair of forward horns.

The moment the other party appeared, Huron felt a powerful force brushing against his face. In an instant, he seemed to return to the day when the Palace of Thorns was destroyed. His tendons were on fire, and his bones were like falling into a cave of ice.

It seemed that in this place, in this moment, his shattered body became whole again, with pain.

And those voices.

The noisy cursing and babbling.

Huron ignored them, though their touch lingered on his body, though their claws swirled on his flesh and their tongues burrowed into the marrow of his bones.

Clinging to himself, he was Luft Huron, Black Heart, tyrant and blood-raider of the Badab, traitor, heretic and outcast warlord.

No one can dominate his fate!

Neither can the gods!