Although there are many rumors of all kinds, the mysterious soul furnace is limited to rumors. Huron is also half-believing, because he feels that it is unlikely that such a powerful arsenal will escape the control of terror. After all, the terror army is famous for its huge war machinery.

When he blinked his somewhat dry eyes, the mirror had disappeared, and the robe had once again covered the mysterious mechanical heresy.

Huron took two steps back and looked at the other party carefully. After confirming that this was not a demon's disguise, he hissed:

"Who is your master?"

“A generous person willing to help you.”

"Ciolent? Hahaha! I, Huron, have never seen anything related to these two in the sub-space in my life. It is not even willing to reveal its name. So what else can we talk about for cooperation?"

"It's not cooperation, but... transactions, cooperation requires trust, and transactions only need to see whether it is worth it or not."

Huron narrowed his eyes.

“So what is it going to trade?”

"Black Stone Fortress."

In an instant, the sharp claws on Huron's hand moved slightly, as if he was about to tear the guy in front of him in the next second.

But he held back, and he knew that this matter would not be hidden forever.

"It wants Blackstone Fortress?"

“That’s right.”

“This...is not cheap.”

"Nature, this is an ancient treasure. I pay attention to the equality of contracts."

“So, what does it provide?”

"The war weapons you need, and...the warships that can fight against the Independence Truth, there are more powerful help you can't imagine."

Despite being mentally prepared, Huron was still moved. It was easy to add icing on the cake, and this timely help was rare and precious.

But he did not forget the principle of dealing with demons.

Never expect a true "fair deal" to exist in the Devil.

"Everyone can say it, but how do you prove that you have this strength?"

"If you are interested, you can move to the abyss of darkness, where my Lord has placed the trading scale."

The Abyss of Darkness is a constantly fission space deep in the Great Vortex. Sometimes Huron uses it as a channel for the fleet to move quickly, but due to its instability, large troops usually do not go there.

After thinking about it for a while, Huron decided to go and have a look.

Then he led a small fleet straight to the Abyss of Darkness, but when he got there, there was nothing.

Just as Huron was about to question the messenger, a huge beast emerged from the abyss of darkness.

It looks like an irregular tumor, with wreckage of various ships and space facilities on the surface, including the sharp bows of the Imperial Warship and the twisted hulls of the alien warships. They seem to be pinched together by invisible big hands to form a floating aggregate garbage, but their volume is almost comparable to an asteroid.

And Huron is naturally familiar with this thing.

“That’s it??”

He pointed to the space was slowly floating outside the huge observation window.

"I want as much as the scrap ship. If your master likes it, I can exchange it for something else with it, but I'm not very interested in it."

But after staring at the abandoned ship for a while, Huron's wizard Lord Garon Sulet suddenly said softly:

“It’s not quite the same…”

Huron turned his head.

"What did you find?"

"There is... a powerful consciousness, no, or the entire ship is filled with some powerful overall consciousness, and I have never seen such a waste ship."

Huron retracted his gaze and looked at the guy who claimed to be a puppet.

"If you're not busy, explain."

"This space waste ship is called the Savage Crucible. It first appeared in the Drus Border Zone of the Kalyis Zone in 591.M39. At that time, it was controlled by a group of war gangs from the World-Eater, who plundered several marginal galaxies in the Kalyis Zone."

“What about now?”

"It has been transformed by my master, and in every location where attachments are available, weapons, shield generators, teleportation arrays, even hangars and additional engine rooms, most of the equipment operates independently, they can produce air and electricity on their own, and will never be directly connected to spaces that are often unknown or full of dangers. They are powerful battleships that can match the Queen of Glory."

"Ha, who can't brag? There is no shortage of bragging people in the Asian space."

“You can see it for yourself.”

Huron then looked at Armenius Valtex, his technical consultant and dimensional blacksmith, and the only person he may now be called "friend". The other party has been scanning the data of the scrap ship remotely, and he finally came to a conclusion.

"This thing is so complex but...complete, it even has an omnidirectional engine and shield. It is incredible, how did it integrate many subsystems? Or are these just illusions, like other waste ships, just a dead fish in the void that cannot move?"

Both consultants and confidants gave a somewhat weird view of the thing, and Huron had to believe that it was probably not an ordinary waste ship.

"Okay, I'll see what the hell is inside."

Huron then boarded the landing craft and was with his confidants, including Armenius Valtex, Gallon Sulett, Tulazan, Champion Guard Kata, and his Terminator Guards.

When the landing craft stopped on the dark apron of the abandoned ship, Huron could feel the faint subspace power flowing through the hatch door, and his pet also made a guzzling sound, which was very rare, indicating that it had "confusion".

The ability to confuse this small thing in the subspace shows that there is an existence beyond its understanding.

As the hatch opened and the ramp fell, Huron smelled the scent of rust, the scent of flesh, and some kind of stinking of dark sacrifice.

When he walked out of the landing craft, he looked up and saw that the huge apron was empty, but all the equipment was operating, and even the warning lights everywhere were flashing normally. Some ritual arrays and huge runes could be seen on the walls and floors, which were all directly carved on metal with high temperatures.

Gallon squatted down to study the magic circles and then came to a conclusion.

"It is a protective magic array. Their functions are usually used to keep the demons out of the door, but these magic arrays have some minor modifications to become functions that can restrict the demons to a certain area, but at such a scale... What a big deal, it may not be possible to complete with human power for hundreds or even thousands of years."

Huron nodded and led the team to the exit of the hangar, but stopped when he noticed something.

He saw something, or an instrument, composed of steel and gears, boilers and pistons, and there seemed to be something like biomass in the middle, all of which blended in some twisted way, with trembling limbs, bulging eyes and floating cilia around it.

"What is that."

Huron pointed with his huge claws at the thing that made a mechanical click.

"Ferryman."

"Explain it clearly."
Chapter completed!