Chapter 2034 The confidence for the decisive battle
“Oh, Black-Hearted King, Luft Huron, it seems that you are satisfied with this deal.”
The metallic voice echoed in 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.
“Shouldn’t we introduce ourselves before communicating with each other?”
“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 be straightforward. This hulk is indeed good, but it's not worth a Blackstone Fortress. Although I have some minor troubles now, I haven't reached the point of selling my property cheaply."
< br>"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 exchange it for him with a scrap ship. See if he will ignore you."
"Of course it's not just a hulk."
At this time, a burning portal opened in the void, Huron stared at it for a moment, and then stepped on it. 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 transmitted later, whispered:
“It looks like a dimensional furnace.”
Suddenly, those casting devices regained their terrifying vitality, and Huron heard the foundry machinery There was the sound of heavy cranes in the system, and the surrounding darkness was lit up 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 terrifying mechanical shapes, which emerged heavily from the roaring flames of the furnace. Get out.
As Huron watched in amazement, a small army of Daemon Engines emerged from the pool of liquid metal that birthed them. The occupied machinery glowed slightly, both from the hellish heat that produced them. , but also from their inherent malevolence - a horrific nightmare of steaming steel plates 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 Exterminator engine stood high among the hellish machinery, dragging the sparking siege claws along under the weight of his own armor. The ground lurched forward, large and small, flying and crawling, all kinds of demon engines 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, saying that he is not excited is a lie, a man who can continuously create demon engines Factory, if released, it will probably attract countless ambitious warlords immediately. It also proves that this mysterious subspace existence has extraordinary power. Although its efficiency is not particularly high, the first batch of production has not been seen for a long time. Second batch.
“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 condensed from metal stared at Huron, and then spit out 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 from a drowning person. Take his last straw, its value is almost immeasurable."
"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 have to understand that trading is not my only option."
Suddenly, the door to the bridge closed, and then the ceilings on the walls opened gates, and various weapons sprung up like mushrooms after rain, pointing directly at them. The red pirates inside.
For a while, everyone was very nervous, except Huron whose expression remained normal.
"If you really have the ability to steal it, you won't come to me. Kill me? Kill me. Who do you think the thing will fall into? I guess it is most likely Abaddon. After all, this is what he gave me. Give it to me, so I guess since you didn't ask him to trade, it means that your strength is not enough in front of him. 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 get a black stone fortress."
The head was silent for a long time, and finally the door opened again and all the 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 Blackstone Fortress move, but that's it. If you are not satisfied yet, Then I will take back 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 completely!”
“We’ll see, but I still have to remind you. , little psychic clan.”
"Eldar?"
Huron frowned, but before he could continue to ask, the metal turned into a liquid again with a splash, and then quickly turned into beating silver nematodes and penetrated In the metal floor, the messenger appeared again.
"Puppet, what did your master say about the Spirit Race?"
But the other party just shook his head.
“I don’t know.”
"The Eldar."
Huron walked near the huge command throne, looked at this black iron creation, and fell into deep thought.
"The 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 do you think that thing is nonsense?"
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 become familiar with this thing as soon as possible, but keep it secret. This will be our trump card in the decisive battle.”
“Yes, but. This The interior of the hulk seems to be very unclean, and I have detected many completely different biological signals. I am 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 ready to do something recently do the dirty work. Soon we will have a decisive battle with Soshyan, just in time to clear up some unstable factors.”
"Understood, King Blackheart."
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 needs to talk to his intelligence chief, who was sent by him He had been to Galmyk for a while and had just returned not long ago, which would surely bring him satisfactory news.
(End of this chapter)