Chapter 345: Lord of the Hurricane

Artificial light descended from the false dome of the castle garden. In this dark end of the 40th millennium, when the human empire and human civilization were desperate, a huge and magnificent palace was built in countless pains, enjoying the light that was no different from that of a real star, and tasting the luxury that belonged only to the top of the pyramid, that is, the garden that belonged only to this palace and this man.

Flowers, grass, soil fertilizer, oxygen and fresh water, those plants, mountains and rivers, are more precious than the lives of tens of thousands of people in the hive, because everything here requires countless resources from the rich world specially supplied from the void.

The things absorbed by the flowers and plants here are luxuries that ordinary people in the hive dare not think of. A good enough garden can also represent the wealth of the owner here, just as many lords use food to represent power and status. This garden is also the basis for its owner to show his power to other evil-minded people.

But his rule is no longer stable now. The monarch no longer strolls leisurely in the green grass and beautifully trimmed garden. His light golden robe drags a trail on the grass, and his golden hair falls on his cloak. The noble holds a scepter, but looks worriedly at the ceiling of his garden.

"What lord! I don't even have a real sun! Look, look!" He uses his jeweled scepter like a mace to hit the priceless vines, thorns, and flowers on the ground, smashing the beautiful little garden into pieces. The mud stains the gilded scepter and climbs onto the most dazzling, top ruby.

"Ha, ha!" He was furious like crazy, and the lord's cheek was also stained with mud, until an old man in a blue robe walked into the garden, and the transparent garden glass door was knocked open by the simple bronze staff in his hand, and he spoke in an old voice.

"Bender, my child, you are in fear, why? Because the income of the territory has decreased, or because those flowers and plants have annoyed you?"

The middle-aged man stopped what he was doing. Compared with the old man, he was like a child venting his temper. The nobleman called Tal, to be precise, the wandering trader, the sinner who split the Pangea star zone, stopped what he was doing and said to his father with a heavy breath.

"Dad!" He trotted into the arms of the old man and said in a disgusting and greasy tone. "It was Alan Bair, the mud breed, the barbarian, who came with his fleet! Failed, all failed, those spineless things, those disgusting things!" He was a little gibberish, but he could still analyze their relationship.

This is very strange, because to be precise, Bandelta is 260 years old, and his father is close to 300 years old. Most humans of this age have actually exceeded the so-called family bloodline bondage, or.

At this age, they begin to only care about the next generation or the next generation, but Bandettar has not married yet, and his father has never urged this matter, just like the blood that the nobles value most is not even as important as their pampering.

This sick, disgusting, and twisted relationship carries the rare warmth between the nobles of the empire. The old man sat on the grass and caressed his child's hair. Even though his body was dry and his hair turned snow-white, he still spoke earnestly.

"Failure and success complement each other. They will not last forever. When you instill a concept into a person, that person will produce an opposite force in his heart, whether he agrees or not, but it accumulates more or less each time."

"The monarch before hundreds of millions of people must have accumulated a lot of counterforce. This is a historical necessity. No matter how great the emperor is, he will collapse because of such power, because the harmony of yin and yang is fate, whether it is the only emperor in the history or the eternal."

Bandettar complained. "Why can't I be the emperor forever? Look, this terrible place is because I can wrestle with the most powerful legion in this star zone. Look, this place without shining stars can suck all the rich worlds illuminated by the sun. Look, even the great Inquisitor has to give me some ground!"

"What's the rebellion there? I just saw that those who usually treat me with respect suddenly went crazy. That mud-legged boy, that young man, that bitch, what the Sun Lord, he must have some brainwashing magic!"

He was like a child who acted like a spoiled child to his father, and his father also said earnestly. "You are my most complacent child. You have achieved greatness that your brothers have not achieved. You have created a great merchant dynasty out of thin air with just your identity, but your way of employing people is doomed to be short-lived."

"You are good, powerful, smart, and strong, but fate has already determined that you have the chips you once had. You can reach the peak because of change, but you will also fail because of it. No one can control it. Things in the world are impermanent, and they keep changing. The illusion, the truth, and the false are all a dream."

Bandtar shouted. "Then let it last longer! Father, Dad, go to the battlefield!" He suddenly pulled his head out like a spoiled child and rolled on the grass. The old man said helplessly.

"I am old, and secondly, those soldiers are not enough for me to deal with. I only promise you that if the Sun Lord protected by the silver star falls here, I will take action, but I will never move because of those pawns."

Bendertar burst into tears. "Ah! Father, you want my thousand-year inheritance to disappear! If you hadn't asked me to take over this territory, I wouldn't have worked so hard. Now there are consequences. I killed General Feng without relying on you. Now here I am. If you marry a Sun Lord, will you break your promise?"

The old man lowered his head and thought for a moment. "What I promise you is just to try my best to do one thing you need, and it's just one thing. If you think the people who are attacking the upper nest now are more powerful, then I will go. If the Sun Lord brings people next Oh, please stop crying, because your life and death will have nothing to do with me."

His pupils became like those of a bird, and blue feathers crawled out of his skin. In the abnormal atmosphere, the old man's words seemed harsh and kind.

Bandertal spoke. "Yes, father, go ahead. I did not inherit your psychic ability, but my wisdom has never been less. I don't want you to help me deal with my most powerful enemy. The mud-legged man and I have to settle things face to face. As Your child, I just want you to help me pave the way.”

But the old man suddenly said. "No! The master's big chessboard cannot be disrupted by me. For example, this is a chess game. You are the king and I am the queen, and the other side only sends knights, and it is not my turn. And if your rule fails, tear apart the empire. On the other hand, the plan to pave the way for the future is gone, and we all have to have our souls tortured by the master!"

Bandertal suddenly spoke. "I know that you are a confidant of the great Lord of Changes. I know that in your eyes, children like me are just pawns. I know that the mortal body you possess has begun to collapse. I know that you will not be afraid. I know that you will go ”

"Why do you think I'm a stupid human being?!" His body completely sprouted feathers, and the hurricane kept floating in this huge garden of about 500 square meters. The flowers and plants seemed to wither, and his mouth became long and thin. Revealing a dense array of twisted and sharp teeth.

Bendertal replied. "The incarnation sculpture of the Lord of Change is in the hands of those people. It has been the most important link since the establishment of the Purple Hand. Things lost a hundred years ago have been recovered and transported, but no matter how hidden we are, they have discovered it. , Now, the Immaculate Virgin is in their hands. If they take that item and are handed over to the Inquisition, the Inquisitor, the Gray Knights and the like, then Father, you will be punished by the master!"

The old man's arrogance instantly faded. "Damn, damn, damn mortal, my mission is to maintain the master's influence. Those two adults, Filth and Anger, also want this geomantic treasure. It's a small matter if the plan fails, but it's a big deal if the sculpture is lost..." He lowered his head, The old skin wrinkled into a ball.

"You kid, you kid, you have such a calculating head, even your own father uses it!" He cursed in anger.

Bendertar's tears had dried long ago, he replied. "So what, the devil doesn't care about family ties. We are all master's pawns. My soul was born to take advantage of others, and you, even if you die, can only return to the supreme heaven to serve the master, and I, if I die, I will be The Corpse Emperor will be detained to enjoy eternal pain and be burned by the ruthless flames until he is completely dissipated in the highest heaven!"

His tone was angry and helpless, but his fate was just like this. When this great demon came down to earth and bound himself to the mortal body as a special demon host, it would work hard for the Lord of Changes all the time.

Its master gifted it with the ability to maintain a mortal body, but even so, its body can only be filled by powerful psychics. Such a person can only be found in millions of billions, even if you search all over the star region, you may not be able to find it!

And it chose the simplest method, using the flesh and blood of its own children. Those children's bodies were as powerful as the demon princes and could endure their powerful souls.

At this point, unless its children also become an important part of the mission, it will never cultivate those containers. Such twisted things have continued for thousands of years, and now, Bandertal has succeeded!

What kind of love, what kind of kindness, those emotional demons never have it, and neither does Bendertar. He doesn't have those mortal emotions. For them, the behavior just now is their way of imitating humans.

In other words, this unknown demon hates his child to death, and at the same time loves him to death, because he made the Lord of Changes' mission successful, because he made the master pay attention to them, but he also hates him to death, because It needs the flesh and blood of its own children to maintain its form, and the High…

That's such a boring place that even the devil doesn't want to stay! The material world is complex and interesting, with diverse races. Great creations can be seen everywhere. Ancient miracles and creations, an ancient secret or a power inherited by people, have enjoyed a lot in the thousands of years they have lived in the human world!

It doesn't want to abandon those things. If it continues to stay here, one day it can replace the three-headed bird that is the Lord of Changes' favorite.

It's just that as a chess piece, it has no choice. Even if it can't maintain its body, it must maintain the Purple Hand, the core of the Sisterhood of Evolvers, and the great clone of its master for the Lord of Change's influence here. .

Even if the Sisterhood disappears, as long as the sculpture remains, the Purple Hand will be resurrected one day, but it can feel that its powerful spiritual energy is warning it that if it goes there, this body will definitely not be able to maintain... …

Tangled, it feels painfully entangled, on the one hand, its master's millennium plan, and on the other hand, its own enjoyment and entertainment. It is all the fault of those mortals, those stupid corpse emperor believers who have messed up their fate and those destined things time and time again. What a mess!

"Quack, quack, quack, quack!" It roared wildly, and the flowers, plants and trees here began to wither quickly. The pain in the tones of those words was enough for ordinary people with weak will to collapse and go crazy, while its damn child, Bandertal, was teasing him. He looked at the crazy look of his superior father.

He has lived in the shadow of his father all his life. As a mortal, he has the fate of a demon. As a demon, he has a mortal body. His soul is bound by the Emperor, and his body belongs to the Lord of Change. Everything about him is not him. Yes, it seems that his fate is excellent, it seems that he has everything under control, but he is just a puppet on strings.

Now, the Imperial Guard has given him the opportunity to become his master, his own master, and even his superior father's master. At this point, his joy can no longer stop, even if he listens to those piercing and deafening howls, he can It's like watching the best stage play with relish.

It's just that the big devil is still a big devil. Its mood quickly stabilized, and the old man's appearance became fixed again. It said again with a gloomy face.

"Hold on until the Red Pirates come. Huron has a contract with our master. They will come because the master gave them the most important thing, which is time, so that they can rise up, so that they can attack extremely quickly and occupy the thorn in their eyes."

"So, no matter what, this place cannot fall before those interstellar warriors arrive, and I, so far, this time, probably can't continue in this mortal world, just if, if I see the soul of your traitor wandering in the highest heaven , even at the risk of being burned to ashes by the Corpse Emperor, I will catch you and swallow you!"

"Remember, your life belongs to me, you are my property, child!" His mouth cracked to an abnormal extent, and then his whole body turned into blue smoke and dissipated, leaving only a mess and dark soil. , like the ground that has been radiated by nuclear radiation.

Bandertal just stood there, looking at the servants outside the garden who had witnessed everything, and then spoke. "My rune warriors, clean up."

Next, the spines of those mortal servants were broken by thick arms inlaid with blue runes in an extremely fast moment. The warriors who came out of the shadows bowed to their masters, and then left with the corpses.

At this point, the drama begins. In the void, in the supreme sky, countless eyes of the Lord of Changes look at the farce here, showing an expression of great interest.