After listening to the envoy's introduction, Huron nodded in enlightenment and said:
"I see, no wonder there's not a single crew member in sight, interesting, interesting."
The inability of the crew to work properly is indeed a fatal flaw of the hulk. Huron did not expect that someone could solve it in this way, and the efficiency was obviously much higher than that of humans.
"King of Black Heart, I want to know more about this thing."
Dimensional blacksmith Valtex came out. He looked at the ferryman, looking eager to try.
Huron glanced at the messenger and nodded after finding that the messenger was indifferent.
Valtex stepped forward, and several soft metal tentacles stretched out from the mechanical backpack behind him. While cutting in a small area, he tried to find the 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 like wireworms twisted and sprayed out. Valtex quickly retreated, but the silver wireworms had disappeared. , but the weapons around the ferryman were activated, and various 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 messenger, his curiosity unable to be concealed even though he was wearing a helmet.
The messenger seemed to answer every question and calmly replied:
"The Steel Plexus."
Valtex stood for a while, then cautiously approached the ferryman, inserted a tentacle into the incision, and after playing with it for a few minutes, he retracted the mechanical tentacle.
"If I'm not mistaken, it is the key to connecting the Hulk's subsystems."
Then he looked at Huron.
"This hulk is amazing. I have never heard of such technological creations...or witchcraft creations."
Huron sneered.
"Good things are always tricky. I guess that one must be waiting for us. Let's see what other tricks it has up its sleeve."
After speaking, he ordered the team to move forward. Although the messenger said nothing, Huron already guessed that the answer to the mystery lay on the bridge.
As for where the bridge of this hulk is, Hammadriya 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. It does not mean that the road is difficult to walk, but it is not "clean" inside.
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, it's my lord's principle that one cargo should belong to one owner. It's just that as a scrap ship... there will always be some pests that are difficult to clean up, but my lord believes that for the truly strong, they are just like the ones in the house. It’s like a bedbug, it’s a trivial thing not worth mentioning.”
Huron sneered, then raised the arm holding the battle ax.
"Then let's get ready to get rid of the pests."
Soon, a wave of chitinous carapace and sharp claws appeared, their emotionless alien eyes reflecting a cruel light in the darkness.
Genestealers, Huron is also very familiar with these aliens. As early as when he was the Chapter Leader, he often solved these troubles himself.
They hardly pose a huge threat, but if you ignore them, you will often pay a huge price.
When the aliens approached less than a hundred meters away, Huron raised the Tyrant's Claw, turned his palm outward, spread his fingers, and activated the heavy flamethrower in his palm.
Then a ball of burning promethium roared out and embraced 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 air began to be filled with the disgusting smell of burnt lake.
However, the roasting flames could not kill all the aliens. One of them rolled out from the hissing, burning wreckage and lunged at Huron with its outstretched claws, which had been blackened by the fire.
Huron raised his power ax and cut it decisively in two diagonally.
Many believe that Huron has become a wreck, held together by resentment, sorcery, and machinery, and that he is no longer as agile as he once was, but that does not mean that he is any less lethal in combat.
Those who have actually fought him will know that while his weapons are less refined, his attacks are guided by centuries of experience and his powers are as ferocious as ever.
Because of this, Huron has always regarded his defeat by Soshyan as a great shame.
However, he seemed unable to regain the situation from the front.
The wizard Charon fought more elegantly. Facing the enemies, he just waved his staff and knocked back a group of enemies with a gentle backhand blow, and then pressed the screaming enemies into the ground.
Valtex kept shooting with the conversion beam emitter on his body, mainly targeting the larger alien individuals. At the same time, the plasma gun in his hand also kept shooting, tearing any aliens it came into contact into pieces and scattering them on the ground. .
Huron's champion guard adopted a more direct approach. He used a huge battle ax to swing among the enemies, burying the ax blade into his head or body like a simple feller, and then flung it away.
Those crimson terminators used discipline to fight against superior numbers of enemies, the roar of bolters shook the air, and chain saws and power claws continued to tear apart chitinous carapace and flesh.
Huron strode among the alien waves, his pace unwavering and unstoppable.
Soon, he arrived at his destination, a bridge full of ferrymen, magic circles and various instruments that he could not understand. The Terminators guarded the door, and the black-robed mechanical heretic walked up to a ferryman.
The next second, a large number of silver worms wrapped his body into a cocoon.
With a flash of metal, the solid metal suddenly gave off a hellish flash, quickly heated up and melted.
Huron watched all these changes, and his pet screamed uneasily, which represented fear. Only in that direct confrontation with Soshyan, his pet had behaved like this, which made him more curious. .
What will come?
The molten metal hissed, forming a huge loop on the ground with complex engraved magic circles.
Then the metal slowly rose, condensing into a grotesque head that looked like an angry furnace and had a pair of forward-facing horns.
The moment the other party appeared, Huron felt a powerful force brushing his face. In an instant, he seemed to have returned to the day when the Palace of Thorns was destroyed. His tendons were raging in flames, and his bones were like falling into an ice cave.
It seemed that in this place, in this moment, his broken body became whole again, accompanied by pain.
And those voices.
All those noisy curses and babbles.
Huron ignored them, even as their touch lingered over his body, even as their claws swirled over his flesh and their tongues burrowed into his marrow.
He held fast to himself that he was Luft Huron, the Black-Hearted King, the tyrant and Bloodreaver of Badab, the traitor, heretic and outcast warlord.
No one can control his destiny!
Not even the gods!
