Chapter 790 Mysterious Visitor
The storm surrounding Sharo flashed with a pale halo, filled with an amazing aura of panic. The wizards around him were shaken by this incident and stepped out one after another. The circular queue summoned the troops to hold their canes horizontally and look at the source of the chaos.
“You are a liar!”
Sharo shouted and tightened Tubek’s neck, intending to throw him back, but the opponent stood as tall as a stubborn rock. Not moving.
Seeing that he was about to be embarrassed, Sharo roared angrily and raised his other hand, summoning a large ball of surging spiritual flames.
As soon as the spell was cast, the surrounding wizards became confused and left their podiums to avoid being affected. The chaotic music in the background turned into outright noise.
"Wait a minute."
The next moment, Magnus's sonorous voice echoed in the hall, choking everyone's words, and there was silence everywhere.
Tubek realized his mistake. The Lone-Eyed Giant had never shrunk to the size of a mortal. It was the bizarre colors and lights in this hall that confused his senses. Magnus was still the same person. A huge giant.
When the Red Devils leaned over to examine him carefully, Tubek felt like a flying insect nailed to the camera.
"Exiled."
Magnus's voice echoed in the cranial cavities of all beings, and the wizards with weaker magic powers almost fell down, and they all stretched out their hands to cover the visors of their helmets.
"My lord!"
Tubek broke free from Sharo's grasp, bowed deeply to Magnus, and walked quickly among the podiums, ignoring the glares from all around. With contemptuous eyes, he trotted towards the throne.
“I bring news, very important news.”
Magnus looked down at him, waves of fire rippling in his huge blood-red eyes.
"Is it your turn to deliver the news about the subspace to me?"
Magnus's words were calm. But Tubek knew very well that once his reply was slightly inappropriate, his existence would be wiped clean immediately.
"This is not news about the subspace, my lord."
Tubek planned to use his brief description to arouse the lord's interest. There was silence in the hall, the wizards and rows of red letters The soldiers watched the meeting between the two men in silence.
Magnus nodded, and Tubek continued his statement.
"My news comes from the empire, my lord, that country occupied by the puppet emperor's lackeys and fanatical believers. To be precise, it comes from the Maelstrom."
"The Maelstrom? That one The lair of the miserable pirates? "
Magnus swung the long knife in his hand, and the four walls of the hall disappeared without a trace, revealing the devastated land under their feet that stretched to the sky.
Although most of the Wizard Planet was turned into a wasteland composed of burnt brown glass in the Scarlet Letter incident thousands of years ago, it still has some human habitation: withered mountains and dry tidal flats were covered with various Buildings are clustered in layers, with barracks and weapons batteries lined up on both sides. Assembly line factories and armories are built together. Huge temples towering everywhere store various collections of the Lone-Eyed Giant.
Ever since the Wolves of Russ burned Prospero to the ground thousands of years ago, Magnus has never stopped rebuilding the home of the Thousand Sons.
The scene after reconstruction is different from the past memories. There is no gilded spire, no big crystal pyramid, and the wizard star has become an anvil in Magnus's hand, setting the stage for endless war. Producing weapons.
Looking at Magnus who admired his work, Tubek realized that the Red Devil once again ignored the guest's words and began to admire himself.
“Promotion has come to our shoulders. Unlike me, the Corpse Emperor has lost his great vision. I will bring wisdom to his descendants and bring them into the mire of ignorance that they are ashamed of. Fish them out and I will bring them promotion.”
Magnus looked down at the valley floor of the palace.
"I will light the way forward for them."
Following the sight of the original body, Tubek saw a string of emaciated human figures, their bodies tied tightly by shining ropes of light.
Although their bodies were livid, black and severely damaged, they still could not die. The cruel ritual drained the life energy that supplied the hall, making them squirm in extreme pain.
Similar clusters are crowded under all the halls. The tortured souls will never be reincarnated. The ornately decorated pipes block their open mouths and turn their screams into the hall. A beautiful carol that lingers in the room.
Although Magnus boasted about saving mankind in the palace driven by the suffering of the dead, Tubek did not find it ironic. The opportunity for promotion never belonged to the majority, it was a privilege belonging to the few.
Only worthy souls can settle down and live in the new kingdom - untalented, despicable and inferior untouchables obviously cannot meet the standards.
"I will assist you in enlightening them, my lord."
Tubek said, stepping forward and raising the crooked staff in his hand.
The next second, Magnus laughed loudly. The laughter was neither artificial nor cold. The unabashed and low tone reminded Tubek of those simple times in the past - when fashion was for the mortal world. Standing beside the Crimson King, he pushed forward the Emperor's hypocritical Great Crusade.
"Tubek, an associate of Ahriman, intends to assist me."
Magnus looked at the group of wizards gathered in a circle, and they also laughed hesitantly. "I was at the critical moment of regaining everything we had lost, and Tubek told me he could help me? Would love to hear more, old friend, how are you going to help me?"
"The promotion has begun, exactly as you expected, my lord. No matter where in the vast galaxy, the soul is trying to transcend the flesh and blood that binds it. But this process is very slow-slower than we need The speed is much slower."
Magnus's laughter stopped, and he leaned back in his chair, his body like a hill made of muscles and flames:
"What on earth are you doing. What do you want to tell me? ”
Tuback abandoned his meticulously prepared preface and simply spat out the words.
"I would like to introduce you to someone, or someone would like to meet you."
Magnus laughed again, but the sound lost its happy timbre.
Then, thunder raged in the space, and the atmosphere among everyone became distorted and solemn.
The Red Devil stared at Tubek indifferently, clenching the long knife in his hand, while Tubek silently endured the Red Devil's furious gaze that could turn ordinary people into ashes.
"Who is worth taking such a big risk for you?"
"With all due respect, only you, my lord, can know."
Tu Beike's words immediately attracted countless murderous glances.
"Do you really think there is a secret in the world that you know that I don't? Do you think I haven't considered the possibility of a sacrament? I can completely tear your pathetic soul out of your body Come out and see everything about you..."
The Red Devil shrugged and raised his chin to the surrounding wizards.
"Or they can do that."
"Yes, my lord, but I can provide you with much more service and assistance in the future than just a message."
Magnus stares Tubek fell into silence.
Tubek immediately knew that his words had an effect - he had whetted the Lone-Eyed Giant's appetite.
Then, the Scarlet King thought for a moment, then turned to look at the wizards and gave the order.
"Take him to Sotirreth, the deepest cave on Tizka, and lock him in - remember to use your most powerful binding spell. He has lost his mind by wandering in the sky. He may be planning to do us harm. ”
Tubek’s argument was choked by a thought in Magnus’s throat.
“You don’t need to thank me for my kindness and generosity.”
The Scarlet King smiled and said:
“Remembering your past good deeds, I will spare your life. .”
When he said this, the frost in his words softened a little:
“You may think that I have forgotten you, but I have not. I still remember what you did when the wild wolves were raging. Remembering the past years when you stood by my side, I also understand that the crazy words in your mouth are all out of loyalty to serve the Lord."
Magnus stood up from the throne, his huge body. The body smashed into pieces of thunder and stirred up the surrounding space.
"The promotion is ahead, and we will all see the reality soon - and so will you, Tubek."
The wizards who received the order raised their scepters and spoke with The sharp sword guided the evil fire drawn from the void and rushed straight towards Tubek.
The slaves burned in flames screamed in pain, and the heart-wrenching howls of ghosts and wolves turned into beautiful chants. Several light balls rose from the commotion and surrounded Tubek, carrying a powerful force of imprisonment. Drag him towards the entrance to the hall.
During the struggle, his mask also slipped down, revealing a face full of curses - this is the curse of expulsion, a symbol of the exiles, and also their shame. Only Magnus can erase it. go.
"My lord! My lord!!! You must hear it with your own ears! This has something to do with your brother! Your blood brother!!"
"Wait."
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Tubek struggled and crawled back to Magnus.
"My lord, this matter is of great importance."
Magnus thought for a moment, then raised a hand, and in an instant a transparent barrier covered the two of them.
"Okay, go ahead and say it, but you have to pay attention. What you say next may be your last words in this world."
Tubek held his breath and nodded. He solemnly said:
"Sir, I met a person in the Maelstrom Sector by chance. He used to be the director of the Soul Drinker's think tank, but now he has escaped from the control of the false emperor."
(End of this chapter)
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