Chapter 309 Dark Harbor

The loyal advice made the lord think about things other than faith. Although the advice in those letters had a strange smell of wine and dark dampness, he was not sure whether he could trust such a person, who was as loyal as him and his words. The heart was separated by the skin, and the skin could not be seen at this moment. However, Lord Magron had no choice. His confidants had been lost in the war, and his control was getting worse and worse. When the sailing ship stayed in the void forever because of the war, he had no one to rely on.

There was a bloody wind flowing slowly in the cold air. Was it from the letter or the person behind it, or the greedy people who really threatened the territory, or the undercurrent, the uncontrollable human heart, such as in Lord Magron’s hometown, such a thing only needed to be suppressed by burning a few people in the name of the Emperor’s Thunder, and then sending the bailiffs to clean it up.

At this moment, Lord Magron, who regarded himself as a preacher, rarely felt the desire to return to his hometown, and the idea of ​​disloyalty was swept away by the loyalty accumulated over the years in just a few moments, just because God bless my Lord.

He never worried, this was the secret of his smooth life, the Emperor could protect him, just as He did for the millions of people in the Empire, and there was no complaint, ah, no one in this world could match the great achievements of the Emperor, Lord Magron's heart was once again full of throbbing, and just as his thoughts were so pure, all his actions were just to get a little closer to the light of the Emperor in his personal aspect.

He had an optimistic mood similar to that of first love, with a smile on his cheeks, accompanied by complex and beautiful scriptures, and a thin body. Even when winter came, he still wore that not-so-gorgeous robe and carried an old long staff. The more than 40 doctrines with a total of 30,000 words on his body were also copied by himself, so he could reach the pinnacle of those fanatics.

He tidied his clothes, called the servant, and asked him to call the distribution officer, who was the native of the fortress, a new recruit after the shortage of personnel. He was experienced, smart, in good health, very capable, and familiar with the scriptures.

About two hours passed, until the middle-aged man knocked on the door of his room and woke up the world with a sound of knocking, and the pious man spoke. "Please come in."

The man walked into the door. He was wearing a thick brown fur coat, and there were snowflakes on his shoulders and head. He wore single-lens glasses and a small mustache hanging on his cheek. He looked pious and warm, and said politely. "Almiron, happy to serve."

He had just passed through the road blocked by thick snow. Even if the tracked vehicle carrying him was very fast, he was still worried whether the bombing would continue. Even the thick snow and dark clouds could not wipe out his timidity. However, the emperor blessed him. He bowed to the lord now, as if he had enjoyed the thick void shield and dense defensive firepower of the lord's fortress as yesterday, safer than anyone else.

Such an honor, after all, he can no longer make money from his position, and he has no more regrets, so he might as well hide here and wait for the rain to pass and the smile to hang on his cheek again.

"Yes, sir, your piety will surely illuminate the way forward."

The heat wave swept the streets, and the long-lost hot wind came with the suffocating sulfur smell. The driver accelerated because the second macro cannon was probably near their destination. According to the standard reloading requirements, the next salvo would take at least 4 minutes, but it was still not optimistic for them.

"We can go underground, or..." he said worriedly. "In any case, we can't lose a ruler like you."

This natural disaster-like power was created by humans in this hellish void. Only armed ships that were not even equipped with light spears could have such terrible power, enough to strangle any civilization that had no ability to step out of their own planet at will.

Lord Magron did not answer. Couldn't he see the heart of this man? No, he had no one to use, and the fact that he was not dead meant that he obeyed the arrangement of the wild snake, so fate had chosen him as a chess piece to facilitate the current situation.

He answered in an orderly manner and gave a rather vague possibility, and Lord Magron said firmly. "Get in the car, take us there, and find that guy." He tightened his thin clothes, and the servants were agitated by this sentence. Almiron once again won the trust, but he began to mutter in his heart that if he really found someone who knew the inside story, he could rise to prominence, but if not, this matter would inevitably be remembered, but he was invited here by the lord, and if he did not make any achievements, the situation would only be worse.

But the worry was not non-existent. When Almiron put the cleaned lenses on his eyes, his right eye clearly saw a flickering tail flame through the dark clouds, azure, clear, beautiful, and deadly!

"Benefits?" He thought of many answers, but he didn't think about this. This was different from his life. In his eyes, money could not get anything. Flesh and blood were meaningless. When the soul collapsed due to the body and came to the Golden Throne to serve the Emperor, those things were not even as good as garbage.

He was a man who knew how to pursue benefits and avoid harm. He would definitely live a hundred years in this dark forty thousand years. When the black private hovercraft on his seat, which represented the authority of the lord, moved forward on the dark ruins and milky white snow, he couldn't help looking at the ruins on the roadside and asked. "My lord, aren't you afraid of being bombed?!"

"What power? Make them so loyal to those things?" Lord Magroon didn't quite understand. Apart from the emperor, what else could make people so devoted to one thing? But places like Dark Harbor are not just about smuggling. Heretical and alien products are even more depraved and disgusting. People who come from such places will never be so reliable unless they are subjected to vicious witchcraft. It is this gap that makes him interested.

He said subconsciously. "What a beautiful battleship tail, you can actually see it here, but we..." He swallowed his saliva, and thought about who was on the periphery that was riddled with holes, making the temperature-generating artificial wall unable to generate heat. made.

The middle-aged gentleman looked at the fireball gradually falling from the sky and suddenly shouted to the driver. "Go to the path on the right. There is an abandoned factory where explosives are made. The site is quite resistant to explosions." This was his memory when he was working as a coolie here before. The experience was that his seemingly Under the cruel background of terrible luck, no one who can survive in this dark forty thousand years is an economical lamp.

"Sir, do you know about the black market?" He rolled his eyes. Although his morals are not good, he may have good abilities. During the conversation just now, he thought of a way, a not-so-easy way.

That word, black market, made Magroon the Loyalist look disgusted. "Knowing that there are vicious witchcraft products made by heretics and aliens and a place where people who betray the emperor's teachings gather. They can do it for a little pleasure, better food, or even hallucinogens, or to make their genitals * Adjuvant taking risks, crazy place.”

Almiron replied. "No, sir, that's a place I shouldn't touch. At least I don't know the people involved. Dark harbors are places where people selected by the lords to live who are completely isolated from the bright side. The level of confidentiality is comparable to a top-secret institution. Anyone who comes out of it, whether they are sneaking out, being hired, or passing by, will subconsciously keep it secret." He emphasized the inexplicable synergy of these strange people. Anyone who enters there and comes out will become tight-lipped.

It’s just that people’s emotions and understanding must be different, the lord interrupted him and asked. "So those great interests really have such magic power to prevent us from entering that dark smuggling den?"

The driver immediately turned, making a huge arc across the road, and hit it to the right. The front of the car just happened to slide from the path into an iron fence gate like a loach, and then the impact force knocked the uncontrollable floating car away. The metal fence was rolled up abnormally, but fortunately it was not locked in this abandoned place, allowing the car body to still move forward.

"Sir, not everyone is as pure, smart, and wise as you. They are destined to be driven forward by money. Those things can easily become the cornerstone of people's lives. Materials are most of the things that make up this world, such as He has nothing to wear and nothing to eat, so money is everything, it is dignity, honor, the future, hope, self, and ladder." Almiron became more and more excited, and his words were partly based on his own experience. As the cliché goes, those who pity people must have...

The lord had to start thinking about how to find a new path, but time waited for no one, so he asked again. "Then do you have anyone you know or..."

His sensitive nerves told him that something was going to happen, and he would be involved in it, so involved that a little fly like him couldn't even resist, and could only drift with the current until he was submerged by the fast river, and at the same time even if He's a fortress lord and probably just a bigger bug.

At the same time, his feeling was quite accurate, Magron replied. "The war is going to continue. I have received information. The enemy is going to attack the Dark Harbor and start logging in. We need to restart the armed system there and stop their blasphemous plan. When the Emperor entrusts this matter to me, I need you. Such, loyal, smart and sincere people who are born here help.”

"I have another mission and commission from the emperor here, which is related to the future of this place. That is, can you help me find the dark harbor?"

As expected, they plunged into the thick warehouse again, and violent temperatures and explosive tremors followed, but no one closed the dilapidated door of the warehouse. Almiron got out of the car immediately, but the heat wave Already coming.

Lord Magron said. "I died because the Emperor no longer needed me to work. I lived only to maintain what the Emperor needed me to do. If heretic shells really fall and hit me, as long as the Emperor still needs me, I will be safe and sound." His piety convinced Almiron, and it's strange that the middle-aged gentleman wiped his glass lenses and kept making personal sarcasm about this matter in his heart and answered.

To this, Almiron responded immediately. "It's profit, sir." He understood this quite well.

The lord calmly began to sing praises to the Emperor and declared that this was a test for himself. At the same time, his thin body was also weakened by the cold. Flames and death, that is, those macro cannons were ready to go. At this moment, it seemed that those beliefs were probably He couldn't be saved, but Almiron could.

Now, whether it is loyalty or interests, he has no right to choose. Fulfilling the emperor's requirements for him is his entire goal. Therefore, when the car moves quietly in the snow, getting closer to the destination, Magron The lord was a little less patient with this useful guy.

Almiron subconsciously put the single-lens glasses he bought from the black market into his pocket and answered. "Yes, sir, they are all mean and disgusting people, but they are not worthless. On the contrary, many members of the Dark Port have a close relationship with the black market. Although I don't know where the Dark Port is, I know where the black market is because I have led people to raid there. If there are members selling items inside when the raid begins, and they happen to enter the air-raid shelter in the black market area because of the raid, then we have a clue."

It's raining cats and dogs. At this moment, the car is deeply pierced and hits something soft. The car body is stuck by some soft tissue and cannot move. It is also a fantasy to reverse and block the door.

"Sir!" He glanced at Lord Magron's profile. It was rare for the haze to climb over the face of this optimistic man who had turned pale due to the cold. When the thunder suddenly struck, the violent flashes and heat from the macro cannon overturned the rubble and debris in front. The high temperature melted the snow into water. The dark ground and the holes that were smashed were clearly visible. The whole car body trembled, even though the distance was dozens of kilometers.

But Lord Magron said quickly. "No need to be polite, especially you, who have devoted yourself to the territory and run around for me. Sir, if you hadn't helped me hand over the things of the previous lord, that is, the legacy of Baron Leonard, I wouldn't be able to control this fortress so well!" He said almost with a smile. The breeze-like atmosphere made Almiron feel like a spring breeze, but the touch flashed and passed, and the lord continued to ask.

Almiron came back to his senses. He realized his misconduct just now. Money is full of magic, but power is still valuable. He needs to help the lord and then get more.

Almiron immediately knelt on one knee, like a knight facing his lord. "Your honor is great, but my lord, I don't know the exact location of the evil dark port. In this fortress, that place is absolutely dark. People who live in the light cannot find the shadows in the haze. Even I can't do anything about it." His words were full of pious apology, which was the result of his repeated practice with the mirror and recorder at home.

This is a forbidden word. The longer people live here, the more they understand what this place represents. It is a gathering of violence, which is completely different from the normal world of this fortress. If you don't have the ability, you will be wiped out. Therefore, after a brief thought, this egoist asked the lord a question for the first time. "Sir, why do you want to know where it is?"

Until the heat wave swept through, Almiron covered his face, but just as the lord said, the Emperor's blessing, a robed man suddenly appeared, closed the creaking heavy door, and withered body tried his best to hold the door, Almiron followed, and the driver did the same, the three of them held the door tightly, after a few breaths, the heat dissipated, Almiron panted. "The Emperor's blessing, thank you, what's your name, what reward do you want?"

The robed man panted and answered. "I don't have a last name, my name is Chester, I'm old, everyone likes to call me Old Chester, I'm a statistician." The shriveled face under the robe was revealed, and he said with lingering fear. "You don't need a reward. You killed the villains who were going to kill me for meat and rob my supplies. May the Emperor bless you..."

At this moment, everyone realized that in front of the black floating car, the thing that made the engine unable to start due to the collision was a bloody mess with something like rags and human-like limbs. Obviously... it was a remains, at least it was considered human before.