The storm surrounding Saro was flashing with a pale halo, full of a stunning panic. The wizards around him were shaken by the changes and walked out of the circular queue, summoning troops to hold their canes, looking at the source of chaos.
"You're a liar!"
Saro shouted and pinched Tubek's neck tightly, intending to throw him back, but the other party remained as if he was a stubborn rock.
Seeing that he was about to be embarrassed, Saro roared angrily and raised his other hand, summoning a large rushing spiritual flame.
As soon as the spell came out, the wizards around him were in a mess and left their podiums to avoid being affected. The chaotic music in the background turned into complete noise.
“Let’s wait.”
The next moment, Magnus' loud voice echoed in the hall, choking everyone's words into their throats, and silence was everywhere.
Tubeck realized his mistake, and the lonely giant never shrank his body to the size of a mortal. It was the bizarre colors and lights in this hall that confused his senses, and Magnus was still the giant with a huge body.
When the Red Devil leaned over and looked at him carefully, Tubeck felt like a flying insect nailed to the camera.
“The exiled.”
Magnus's voice echoed in all the skull cavity, and the wizards with weaker mana almost fell down, reaching out to cover the helmet's armor.
"grown ups!"
Tubek broke free from Saro's clamp, bowed deeply to Magnus, walked quickly among the rostrums, ignored the contemptuous gazes that were cast around and trotted towards the throne.
"I brought news, very important news."
Magnus looked down at him, with flames rippling in his huge blood-red eyes.
"It's your turn to convey the news about subspace to me?"
Magnus's words were calm. But Tubeck understood very well that once his reply was a little inappropriate, it would be wiped out immediately.
"Not about subspace, my Lord."
Tubeck intends to use his brief description to arouse the Lord's interest. The hall is silent, and the wizards and rows of red-word warriors are silently watching the visit between the two.
Magnus nodded and Tubeck continued to make a statement.
"My news comes from the Empire, Lord, the country occupied by the pseudo-Emperor's lackeys and mad believers, to be precise, from the Great Vortex."
"The Great Whirlpool? That sad pirate's lair?"
Magnus swung his long sword 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 Star turned into wasteland made of burnt brown glass in the red change ten thousand years ago, it is still a bit crowded: withered mountains and dry mudflats are surrounded by various buildings, barracks and weapons batteries are arranged in two corners, assembly line factories and armory are built in one place, and the huge temples standing everywhere store various collections of lonely giants.
Since the Wolves of Rus burned Prospero ten thousand years ago, Magnus has never stopped rebuilding the homes of the Thousand Sons.
The reconstruction scene is different from the past memories. Without the gilded spire and the huge crystal pyramid, the wizard star turned into an anvil in Magnus's hand, producing weapons for endless wars.
Looking at Magnus who admired his work, Tubeck realized that the Red Devil had once again ignored the words of the guests and began to admire himself.
"The promotion has come to our shoulders. Unlike me, the Corpse Emperor has lost his great vision. I will bring wisdom to his descendants and grandchildren, and fish them out of the quagmire of shameless ignorance. I will bring promotion to them."
Magnus looked down at the bottom of the hall.
“I will light up the way forward for them.”
Following the primitive's sight, Tubeck saw a string of skinny human figures, his body tied firmly with a shiny light rope.
Despite their dark and severe damage, they were still unable to die. The cruel ceremony squeezed out the life energy of the supply hall, causing them to squirm in great pain.
Similar clusters were piled up under all the halls and rooms, and the tortured souls would never be reborn. The ornate pipelines blocked their wide open mouths, turning their screams into beautiful odes with the lingering sounds in the halls and rooms.
Although Magnus boasted about saving humanity in the palace driven by the suffering of the dead, Tubeck did not feel ironic that the opportunity for promotion never belongs to the majority, it is a privilege of the minority.
Only valuable souls can settle down in a brand new kingdom - no talent, despicable and inferior untouchables obviously do not meet the standards.
"I will help you inspire them, sir."
Tubaker said as he walked up and raised the curved staff in his hand.
The next second, Magnus laughed loudly. The laughter was neither artificial nor cold, and the unconcealed and low voice reminded Tubaker of those simple times in the past - he stood beside the scarlet king, advancing the emperor's hypocritical expedition.
"Aliman's accomplice Tubek intends to assist me."
Magnus looked at the wizard group that surrounded them, and they laughed dryly.
"I'm at a critical moment when we lose everything, and then Tubeck told me that he can help me? I hope to hear it out, old friend, how do you plan to help me?"
"The promotion has begun, and it is exactly what you expected by adults. No matter where in the vast galaxy, the soul is trying to transcend the flesh and blood that bound it. But this process is very slow - much slower than we need."
Magnus' laughter ended, and he leaned back back to his chair, like a hill made of muscles and flames:
"What are you going to report to me? What do you mean?"
Tubaker gave up his careful preface and simply spoke out the words.
"I want to introduce someone to you, or someone wants to see you."
Magnus laughed again, but the sound lost its happy voice.
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The Red Devil looked at Tubeck indifferently, holding the long sword in his hand tightly, while Tubeck silently endured the Red Devil's rage that was enough to turn ordinary people into ashes.
"Who is worth taking such a big risk."
"Forgive me, only you can know."
Tu Beike's words immediately attracted countless murderous gazes.
"You really think there is a secret in the world that you know but I don't know? Do you think I have not considered the possibility of a sacrament? I can completely strip your sad soul from your body and see everything about you..."
The Red Devil shrugged and handed his chin to the surrounding wizards.
"Or they can do that, too."
“Yes, sir, but I am able to provide you with far more than one news in the future.”
Magnus stared at Tubeck and fell into silence.
Tubeck immediately knew that his words had worked - he aroused the appetite of the lonely giant.
Then, the Scarlet King thought for a moment, turned around and looked at the wizards and ordered.
"Tail Ris, the deepest cave on Tizka, lock him in - remember to use your most powerful bondage spell, wandering around the sky makes him lose his mind, and he may intend to do us."
Tubeck's rebuttal was stuffed into Magnus's throat with an idea.
"You don't need to thank me for my kindness and leniency."
The Scarlet King smiled and said:
"When I think of your past good, I will spare your life."
As he said this, the frost in his words eased a little:
"You may think I forgot you, but I don't. I still remember what you did when the wolves raged, I still remember the past years when you stood beside me, and I also understand that the crazy words in your mouth are all from the faithfulness of serving the Lord."
Magnus stood up from the throne, his huge body shattered the thunder and stirred up the space around him.
"The promotion is ahead, and we will soon see the reality--you are the same, Tubeck."
The wizards who received the order raised the scepter and sword in their hands, guided the evil fire that was hooked from the void, and rushed straight towards Tubek.
The slave who was burning with flames screamed in pain, and the heart-wrenching howl turned into a graceful chant. Several balls of light rose from the riots and surrounded Tubeck, carrying a powerful imprisonment force, dragged him towards the entrance of the hall.
As he struggled, his mask also slid down, revealing his face full of spells - this is a spell of exile, a symbol of exile, and also a shame for them, which only Magnus can erase.
"Sir! Sir!! You must hear it with your own ears! This has something to do with your brother! Your blood brother!!"
"etc."
The Scarlet King's face suddenly changed, and the wizards immediately stopped when they heard his words.
Toobek struggled and crawled back to Magnus.
"Sir, it's important."
Magnus thought for a moment, then raised a hand, and a transparent barrier instantly covered the two of them.
"Okay, say it, but you have to pay attention. What you want to say next may be your last sentence in this world."
Tubaker held his breath and nodded, and said solemnly:
"Sir, I met someone in the Great Vortex Star Zone. He was once the director of the Soul Drinker's think tank, but now he has left the surveillance of the pseudo-Emperor."