Starlight shone, and the universe river surrounded it, adding light to the dark universe. The shining stars were extraordinary, and every star was a race, a thought that blossomed with civilization.
Through the porthole, the outline of the Dark Quadrant gradually became more detailed. One could see spaceships of various shapes rising and falling on the planet. The bustling atmosphere filled the Dark Quadrant, and even from afar, one could feel it.
It was a small battleship, a common model with a black steel alloy shell and a conventional warp engine. There were no less than a hundred battleships like this outside the Dark Quadrant.
While Saar and the other two were chatting, the spaceship landed at the nearest spaceport in the Dark Quadrant. Dozens of strange-looking mercenaries hurried on their way.
Not long after, the group stopped in front of a huge base. This base occupied an octagonal area, and there was a huge cannon in every corner.
The architectural style was that of a huge metal castle. The gray shell reflected the light of the stars in the universe. The shape was like countless steel squares pieced together. More than ten towering metal squares crisscrossed. The architectural structure was angular and had a precise mechanical feeling.
In addition to the large area of grayish black, white, red, and blue paint extended along the edge, adding a little artistic sense to this terrifying base. The green indicator spots on the various mechanical facilities were full of technology.
This was the comprehensive construction order that Thanos had issued before he went to the parallel universe. With the motivation of the entire race, it took three months to waste a large amount of materials, rob the raw materials of the Shia outpost and the resources of the planets conquered along the way, and empty the recycling station. The result of the construction was the Dark Temple.
Everyone came to the door, and a complicated verification interface popped up on the door screen. After Chief Kitari went forward to verify, the door slowly opened, and the screen emitted a synthesized voice.
"Verification passed…Welcome back…Please wait in the hall.”
The group walked into the base. The internal terrain was not complicated. In the middle was a huge empty space that had been hollowed out. It was crisscrossed. Each independent area had a transparent semi-closed passage that could be seen at a glance.
The base was too big. Even if there were tens of thousands of people, they would not be able to fill the space. It was impossible for all of the chitari to stay here. Most of them had to build new residences outside the base.
Ebony Throat and the other three were led to the main hall of the base by Chief Kitari. Hundreds of people were already waiting there, and the atmosphere was solemn. The four of them were brought to the side.
The hundreds of people present were all the current members of the Dark Order. They wore armor of various shapes and sizes, holding swords, axes, hammers, spears, and short cannons. They were tall and short, fat and thin, human or beast. However, the similarity was that each of them exuded an aura of life and death. It was obvious at a glance that they had been through hundreds of battles and were not to be trifled with.
Most of them came from mercenary groups and raiders, who were pulled over by the champion.
This was the first time they had gathered in the Dark Quadrant, and it was also the first time everyone had met. The somber scene shocked Saar and the other two. Ebony Throat's eyes gleamed. He had never expected there to be so many people.
There were only two people at the front of the crowd. They were the leader of the group, the Universe Champion, and the commander of the Kitari, the Mutant.
At this moment, the metal floor in front of everyone was glowing with a faint blue light vortex. A light flashed, and a burly, nearly 2-meter-tall purple body walked out in a black gold armor.
Many pairs of eyes in the hall looked over with excitement, contempt, snickering, and so on.
Slayer Tyrant was calm. With his strength, he didn't know how to write the word 'nervous.' He slowly raised his hand and threw a ball the size of a fingernail behind him.
Zi!
A red light flashed.
Under the watchful eyes of the crowd, the small ball changed rapidly. With a " click " sound, a huge silver-black alloy mechanical throne unfolded. He slowly sat down, and the mechanical throne slowly rose into the air, floating half a meter in the air. The bottom of the throne was a blue light produced by anti-gravity, looking down at the crowd on the ground.
His majestic majesty made people not dare to look him in the eye. Just sitting there made people feel invincible.
"Master." Champion and the Mutant knelt on one knee in front of the throne. With the acquiescence of Slayer Tyrant, Champion walked out and said,"
"Master, these are all famous people in the mercenary and pirate world. All of you can listen to your orders."
As soon as he finished speaking, a blue-skinned alien shouted from the crowd,""Champion, are you joking? He wants so many of us to follow his orders. What does he think he is?”
The moment he said that, the hall was instantly plunged into a clamor. Everyone muttered a few words, some sneered disapprovingly, some mocked, and some flew into a rage.
"Who does he think he is? Isn't he the new king of Kitari?"
"Yes, if I kill him now, will I be the new king?”
"I came to the championship because of you.”
"Hahaha."
“……”
Champion's expression was dark. He wanted to say something but was stopped by the Mutant beside him. He was expressionless, but he informed the Kitari soldiers through the bio-network to lock down the area.
Slayer Tyrant's wise eyes shone with a bright light. He wasn't flustered or exasperated. Instead, he just grinned.
Just as the crowd was feeling smug, and just as some people were wondering why the host did not say anything, a vast aura swept over. The air instantly froze, and everyone present found it difficult to move. They felt as if someone was suppressing their breathing, and their backs were cold.
The air was filled with violence, death energy, and the smell of blood. Just the aura alone was enough to fill the air with a dense pressure.
"Ant." A suppressed voice sounded. Slayer Tyrant sat on the throne and looked at them indifferently.
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