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Chapter 506: The Call to Cross the Storm; The Slaughter is Coming
Seeing his lover, Indra's face was full of smiles.

He stood up from his seat, took a step forward, and skillfully put his hands around Agni's slender waist.

"Snapped!"

Agni stretched out his hand and slapped it away.

The smile on Indra's face froze and he withdrew his hand.

At this time, he noticed that Agni's face looked a little gloomy and realized that something was wrong. "What happened?" Indra asked cautiously.

"Let me show you this. It's the message sent back by Vayu." Agni sighed softly and handed a secret letter in his arms to Indra.

The latter reached out and took it.

After just opening it and taking a look, his expression immediately became serious.

"Is the news here true?" Indra asked back.

"Of course it's true." Agni said, "Among us brothers, Vayu is the fastest and has the keenest sense of Changshengtian's fluctuations. Since it is him who delivered the news, it must be correct."

"This is a bit difficult..." Indra touched his chin, with a distressed look on his face.

Although the patriarch ordered not to interfere in the affairs of the Eastern Continent.

But Indra had something on his mind and was always worried. So he sent people to observe in secret. Of course, his methods were quite obscure, and he also borrowed several scientific relics passed down from the Federation era. Although Su Heng's mental power was strong, he did not notice anything obviously wrong during this process.

The letter sent back by Fayou contained the news that Li Hongxiu and others were opening up a new path in the mythological battlefield.

"If we continue in this way, it is very likely that the war will begin before we are ready." Agni said gently, reaching out to touch Indra's cheek, "Are you ready for the final battle?"

Indra did not answer directly, but said vaguely, "It is better not to let such a thing happen."

Agni sighed and said softly, "You are no longer the reckless person you used to be."

Indra was very free and easy. He shrugged his shoulders and smiled, "Over the past thousands of years, we have all changed, and there are more things in this world that are worth my concern."

The red light of the setting sun slowly faded away, and a huge darkness enveloped.

In the dim firelight.

Agni had a gentle smile on his face, but he said nothing more.

Indra walked back and forth in the hall with his head down, as if he was thinking about something.

After a few quick breaths, he finally made up his mind, "We can't just sit there and wait for death. Since the Dark Legion has agreed to help us, this matter is also related to them. We can use the power of the Dark Legion, so that no matter who wins or loses, we can reap the benefits."

"You are courting disaster."

Agni glanced around and lowered his voice, "And the more contacts we make, the greater the possibility of being exposed. If the chieftain finds out."

"Will not!"

Indra interrupted her and said confidently, "The chieftain's entire focus is on our sister. He won't care about these trivial matters."

"Go ahead and help me protect the law. I need to make preparations. Without further ado, I need to contact the Dark Legion now!"

Indra's heroic face was shrouded in darkness.

Agni showed hesitation on his face, but he didn't say much, just nodded slightly.

She turned and left, her fiery red figure slowly disappearing in the majestic temple.

Indra took a deep breath and retracted his gaze.

He first activated the ritual arranged in the temple, and could see layers of twisted, vivid fonts appearing on the floor beneath his feet, spreading outward until they covered the entire room. The moment the ritual was completed, the entire room seemed to have transformed into an independent space, completely isolated from the outside world.

Get it all done.

Indra looked solemn and could feel his heartbeat quickening.

But now that the decision has been made, there will be no hesitation.

And since he got in touch with the Dark Legion, there is no possibility for him to retreat.

He took out the brass compass used for communication and placed it on the podium in front of him. He first lit the candle on the brass compass, then cut his wrist, and sticky blood dripped down with a hissing sound. The whole process lasted about a cup of tea. Indra probably shed several hundred milliliters of blood, which was all absorbed by the brass compass. There was not even the iron smell of blood left in the air.

"laugh!"

A crisp sound was heard from the compass.

Indra then withdrew his hand, and the wound on it healed quickly.

His face turned slightly pale. Obviously, communicating across such a long distance was a huge burden even for him.

The candles on the compass emitted green smoke that curled upwards but never dissipated. As time passed, it became thicker and thicker. The air was filled with the crackling sound of tiny lightning, and layers of icicles spread along the walls. The power of Changshengtian invaded further, and the scene in front of him was accompanied by frame interruption and distortion, and occasionally a pale ghost could be seen flashing by.

"Hahaha……"

Finally, accompanied by a low, malicious smile.

A huge shadow appeared in the clouds on the compass, grinning at Indra with its bloody mouth.

He was a burly man, a brutal warlord who had conquered the galaxy. He was wearing heavy armor stained black with blood, and had an innate ferocity on his face.

There was not a single hair on his head.

A black dragon tattoo ran from the top of the head to the chin, spanning the giant's entire face.

In the original Star Sea Federation, such a tattoo was a sign of a serious criminal and extreme danger.

After becoming the leader of the Dark Legion, Tagadon had a thousand ways to remove this shameful tattoo from his body.

But he didn't do that. During the thousands of years of fighting, he personally sent those who dared to laugh at him to hell. Today, similar tattoos have become a kind of honor in the Dark Army. Only the strongest, most domineering and most inhumane warriors are qualified to have them tattooed on their bodies as laurel wreaths.

Tagaton leaned forward with his huge body, his bloody eyes fixed on Indra's face.

After seeing a hint of imperceptible fear on the face of the Son of God, Tagadon's smile became even more wanton.

"Is the patriarch in good health now?" said Tagaton.

"He is fine," Indra replied. "Although he has not fought with anyone for many years, I can feel the amazing power contained in him."

"That's good, that's really good." Tagadon said with a grim smile, "Only strong prey can bring me enough joy. Imagine me biting his throat, his limbs struggling violently, but his pupils can only relax helplessly, the burning blood gushing out at the beginning, and then slowly falling drop by drop, and his life will end here."

Tagaton's voice was rhythmic and his face looked intoxicated, like a poet tasting a glass of fine wine that had been buried for a thousand years.

Finally came back to his senses from his self-indulgence.

Tagaton's gaze fell on Indra again. "Look at how frightened you are. Come on, my cowardly and selfish child, tell me why you came to me this time."

"Some unexpected events occurred during the plan." Indra succinctly recounted what had happened recently.

Tagaton raised his eyebrows and asked with interest, "He's just an uncivilized native. Can't you even deal with such a small character? I'm a little doubtful whether cooperating with you is a good choice."

After the continuous provocations and humiliations, a hint of anger flashed across Indra's face.

But after meeting Tagadon's bottomless pupils, he felt as if he was poured with a bucket of cold water, and slowly lowered his head.

“That’s not what you call aboriginal.”

Indra said, "Two of my brothers fell at his hands, and even the chieftain did not choose to confront him."

"He is still as weak as before, no wonder he has accomplished nothing." Tagadon sneered.

However, Indra's words finally aroused some interest in him. "Okay, okay, since you've said that... well, give me the exact coordinates, and let me handle this matter. I can also take this opportunity to solve some of the minor problems I have here."

"A little trouble?" Indra felt a little curious.

But I didn't have time to ask more questions.

After he passed on the message sent back by Vayu, with a buzzing sound, Tagaton's huge body slowly disappeared into the hazy mist.

…………

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The flagship of the Dark Legion, the Heartless Killer.

Tagadon sat upright on his throne and waved his hand to disperse the chaotic torrent that had accumulated in the hall.

In front of him was a huge arena, decorated with all kinds of cruel torture instruments, high-speed rotating gears, spikes rising and falling, atomic flames shooting straight up, etc. Thousands of slaves knelt around the arena, a huge crowd, and faint sobbing sounds came from inside.

Just a while ago.

A chapter of the Dark Legion destroyed a Federation-era refugee ship.

These slaves were the spoils of their action. Their former compatriots were used as toys to be killed for fun.

Two burly figures were fighting in the central arena.

One of them had a red body, and a mechanical chain hung from its head. The buzzing steel needles inside seemed to penetrate the skull and pierce into the cerebral cortex, causing its owner to remain in a state of morbid madness. Even if his hands and feet were cut off, he would not feel pain, but just indulged in endless killing, just like the infected zombies in the doomsday movie.

The other one looked much more normal, with fair skin and a childish look on his face. Although he looked very young, his movements were those of a very skilled fighter.

Judging from his clothes, the boy was obviously one of the refugees.

The arena was covered with a layer of dark green energy light curtain, which could suppress the physical fitness of the two people to the same level.

The arena was filled with the sounds of swords flashing and clanging. Even in the Dark Legion, such evenly matched battles were rare. For a moment, everyone around held their breath.

finally--

The two passed each other again.

The young man found a flaw and stabbed out with the sword in his hand.

The blow was aimed right at the opponent's heart, but the gladiator turned sideways, diverting the damage to his shoulder.

The sword's edge became dull and embedded itself into the bone, making a teeth-grinding crunching sound and spurting out hot blood.

A normal person would be panicked if attacked like this. The young man showed joy on his face and took a step back, intending to slowly expand his advantage and chop off his opponent's head.

However, what he didn't expect was.

laugh!
After being injured, the gladiator did not retreat.

Instead, he suddenly leaped forward, with a huge force bursting out of his body, allowing the sword to pass through his body.

Their foreheads collided fiercely, blood splattered, and their eyes met. The young man's face was panicked, while the gladiator's pupils were full of madness.

He roared wildly.

He opened his bloody mouth twitching and bit his opponent's face hard.

"Swish!" With a crisp sound, the boy's entire face was torn off, and the dark red flesh under the skin was exposed.

The bloody scene aroused the ferocity of the onlookers. The young man stretched out his hands and screamed in fear, while the slaves kneeling on the ground sobbed and trembled. The old man covered the child's eyes with his hands. The gladiator rolled his tongue and swallowed the entire face in his mouth, and the smile on his face became even more bloodthirsty.

He bullied himself.

Taking advantage of the panic caused by the loss of vision, he cut off the opponent's two arms.

Then he raised his hand and lifted up the boy's body, which had been cut into a human stick, and quickly swam around the duel field. Then he cheered and threw it into the fast-spinning gear trap.

puff!

Once your physical fitness is forcibly suppressed, you have no way to resist.

With a scream, the bloody body exploded like a firecracker, and blood and flesh splattered everywhere.

This completely ignited the atmosphere of the arena, and wild howls like those of wild beasts rose one after another.

On the throne.

Tagaton rested his head on his hand and licked his lips.

If it were usual, such a program would more or less arouse some of his interest.

But now he felt a little bored. He waved his hand and asked the servants to clear out the gladiators and slaves present, and then gave another order.

The crowd dispersed.

Soon, the only sound on the huge bridge was the humming of machinery.

Not long after, footsteps were heard from the darkness. A giant with a leather jacket on his lower body and a naked upper body, wrapped in scarlet chains, walked slowly towards him, stepping on the blood on the ground. He sniffed the air and could smell the fear that had not yet dissipated in the hall and the fresh smell of blood.

Knowing that he had missed a good show, the giant immediately showed a look of disappointment on his face.

But he didn't say much.

He just took a step forward and knelt respectfully in front of Tagaton, "Sir, you are looking for me."

Tagaton slowly stood up from the throne, looked forward, showed his signature smile on his face, and said in a negotiating tone, "Oh, my dear Kane, I have a difficult task to entrust to you. No one here is more suitable than you. I intend to entrust it to you. What do you think?"

"I am your loyal hound, sir." Kane replied in a muffled voice, "Just tell me what to do, and I will do it for you no matter what."

"Really?" Tagaton nodded slightly, with a satisfied smile on his face.

"In that case, don't let me down."

Swish!
He pointed forward.

A black halo suddenly fell into Tagaton's forehead.

……

After receiving the information from Tagadon, Kane slowly stood up and stepped his huge body on the floor, so that the black steel deck under his feet was slightly dented.

He lowered his head, bent slightly, left the hall, and came to the rusty corridor outside.

The exhaust fan is turning monotonously.

Apart from bringing some old creaking noises, it is completely unable to perform its original purpose.

The light from the stars also rises and falls with the rotation of the exhaust fan.

"Sir!" A big hand suddenly stretched out from the side and grabbed Kane's trouser leg. The latter stopped and looked down. The gladiator with the steel nails hammered on his head was sitting in the corner, panting violently. The corridor was very quiet, so the sound of the nails in his head could be heard. Once this thing is installed, it cannot be turned off. It will torture you for the rest of your life, and you can only get a moment of peace when you die.

Looking at the coagulated blood on Tariq's body, Kane smiled and said, "It seems like you had a delicious blood meal. It's a pity that I couldn't share your joy there."

"That damned coward gave you a mission?" Tariq said.

"Yeah." Kane nodded.

"Bah!" Tariq showed a ferocious expression on his face, spitting out a mouthful of blood, and then stepped hard on it, as if he was stepping on Tagadon's soft face. "We paid so much, but the spoils were taken away by him. What qualifications does he have to touch our things, and now he is swaggering to assign us tasks!?"

Kane shrugged. "He's better than us, simple as that."

"Then are we just going to let him do whatever he wants?" Tariq gasped violently, then sneezed, and the coagulated blood in his nostrils sprayed out.

Dark red blood flowed along his teeth like a small river, but he smiled instead and felt a lot more relaxed.

"No, it's not manipulation, it's forbearance." Kane's mouth twitched. The corridor that could originally accommodate several people was completely blocked by him, with only a little light scattered through his shoulders. Tariq had to slightly move back. Kane's voice came, "And I have already felt the call. It won't be long. When I go further in the blood river, we will be able to get rid of the chain he tied around our necks, but not now."

When Tariq heard Kane's answer, his eyes suddenly lit up.

"Go ahead, gather all our brothers first, and then discuss the next plan." Kane stepped through the gate of the training ground and disappeared in the light. Thinking of the location provided by the coordinates, his heart was also burning. Traveling such a long distance certainly involves risks, but once successful, the rewards are amazing.

Thinking of this, Kane's heart became more and more excited, and he could hardly suppress his violent and bloodthirsty desire.

I have sorted out my thoughts and updated a little late, sorry;

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