With heavy footsteps, a tall figure staggered out from the smoke-torm bird with yellow and black alert stripes, rusty armor appeared and disappeared from under the ragged cloak, and iron boots stuck to the soil from hundreds of worlds.
Its shoulder armor consists of a large sporting gear and piston, and the weight is supported by the inflatable piston.
Under the helmet, its face was covered with a large piece of rusty steel, leaving two mist-covered eyepieces, and an air intake hose was inserted in the center of its face. The oily smoke emitted formed a dirty smoke cloud around it, pulling a trajectory behind it.
It makes a giggle every time it breathes, and its slightly bent back makes it look erratic.
However, there is undoubtedly power in that tortured body. Although it looks old, it controls everything around it in some way.
The man held a huge power hammer in his hand, and the dull sound of the root hitting the rock reverberated heavily. The huge shoulders told of an almost cruel perseverance, a skill that could withstand the power that his brothers dwarfed.
After walking to the front and front of the line, it stopped and hissed under its helmet.
"May the gods bless you, the great war commander."
The war blacksmith said in a low voice, which came from inside the power armor, both like the boiling flames in the furnace and the hissing of a rusty piston.
Then, the Black Legion Terminators separated a path.
The Lord of the Black Legion, the Great Raider Izakyle Abaddon, walked out slowly.
Garmozejie stared at the war commander and had to admit that Abaddon did have a talent for everyone to respect him and that all the troops beg for his leadership.
The iconic sky-storming braid stands tall on the top of the armor, its head drowned in a blood-red boiling energy. The end of his right arm is a huge power claw, which makes an irresistible roar of killing even when it is closed.
As he moved, it seemed that the entire galaxy's material quickly made way for him, making him abominably huge, and the red and gold glasses decorated on the baroque armor seemed to stare outwards consciously, observing, judging, and testing.
However, his eyes were the most terrifying.
The golden eyes were surrounded by layered pale flesh and blood, and were eyes that had stared at the soul in the center of the abyss, and eyes that had faced the shape of reality with its desperate, cruel authority.
Izakyle Abaddon stood in front of the war blacksmith Baben Farke and stretched out his left hand.
"May God bless you, my brother."
Baben Fark gently shook Abaddon's hand, then let go of the other party and looked around.
"Iskandar Kayan didn't come with you? I thought he was like your shadow."
"I thought Hongsuo was the same for you."
As soon as he heard the name of Honso, Baben Fark immediately coughed contemptuously.
"Who knows what that bastard did and where he is? I'm looking for him myself. If you happen to run into him, you must tell me."
Abaddon's gaze flashed, his eyes moving strangely, as if looking at something that wasn't there, or should have been there.
But Garmozejie felt that the other party's gaze seemed to have swept his eyes, although Abaddon did not turn his head at all.
"I will, brother, thank you very much for your assistance this time."
"Our contract is still valid, everything is ready, and the stage has been set up."
Abaddon nodded, with no expression on his face, as if his once approachable humanity had dried up, replaced by distant majesty.
"It seems to me that I failed again."
"Those rats who live under the light of the star torch never see the true darkness."
The war blacksmith panted and shook her head.
"When they turned their eyes to Pai Shangxing, we had destroyed the black stone creations in the hazy star area."
"That's all. It seems that they won this battle, but it's actually a win-win situation - we won twice."
Abaddon whispered. He raised his head and glanced emptyly over the crystal ether above his head.
"They are still fighting hard in the spider web we set up."
Suddenly, his expression became severe.
"But remember, we are not facing a small warlord who fights against the enemy. Even if we are weak and already have a bone, He is still incomparable... Can you imagine what can conceive or kill such an existence? To accomplish things, it must be foolproof, so that He will eventually be unable to escape the sanctions of the Avengers... We have a lot of things to do. Destroying the creation of the Black Stone is only a key step. There are still many troubles in front of us, such as Soshiyan this time, and he will definitely be our big trouble in the future."
"Then destroy him, along with his battle group."
Abaddon shook his head.
"Not now, now the Empire is already a frightened bird, any action will lead to its strong reaction, and there are also some people..."
As he said that, his brows frowned.
Until now, he clearly remembered the uneasiness and suspicion in his heart when he faced the mysterious man.
who is he?
Why do you dress up like that?
Why did he feel so familiar?
After leaving Pai Shangxing, Abaddon locked himself in a private room for three days just to clarify the whole thing. During this process, his eyes were always staring at something-
An old object from many years ago was hidden in the box and memory that he almost never opened, because he saw this thing from the other person.
A silver medal in the turbulent moon.
This thing brought him back ten thousand years ago, the one on the lower deck of the Revenge Souls should be the moment of Tyra at dusk.
"Our name?"
"Shadow Moon Cang Wolf."
"On it?"
"Shadow Moon Council."
"Peace this moonlight and work together to prove my oath until death."
"Kill for the living!"
"Kill for the dead!"
Four warriors in green and white armor were kneeling on one knee on the ground and shouting in unison. Between them was a circular pool, and the water surface reflected the pale reflection of a planet.
Then, the four soldiers lowered their respective swords and pressed the tip of the sword against the throat of the warrior on their left hand.
In addition, each soldier held a folded square oath belt in his other hand. This paper belt is usually used to record the goals that each unit wants to achieve on the battlefield. The soldiers put these belts on their armor to show their tactical intentions to their comrades.
The four soldiers present all wrote a passage on the Xun belt - but those words had nothing to do with honor, but they had formulated a way of punishing those who betrayed the oath.
Although it has been so many years, Abaddon still remembers what someone said back then—