Chapter 325: Secondary contact (top)

"What?"
Guk's eyes widened and he couldn't understand Lia's words.
The Hawk Maid servant put down the thin piece of paper helplessly and explained patiently:
"It's a book of war. The New California Republic officially declared war on you and your kingdom."
"Have their brains been gnawed? Have a team sent to die just for this broken paper? Declare war? Do we need to declare the battle?"
Guk couldn't help but think back to the human in strange clothes. He said he was a messenger and should be treated politely.
Correspondingly, Guck gave him Occitan "politeness"-now his body should still be hanging from the spire of a church.
"For humans, this is the case."
Liya sighed and put away the book of war. She felt that this thing was necessary to retain even as an archive.
"Although they also like to fight without declaration."
"Huh, what do you say in human terms? False?"
"It's hypocrisy."
Liya corrects Gu Ke's words, and only she can do so in this place. Gu Ke is always very forgiving of her personal secretary.
"There is another messenger waiting for you, my lord."
Her tone revealed a clear disgust, and Liya rarely disguised her position and senses around Guk, because she knew that the other party didn't care.
"What is blood worship, right?"
"Yes, the dregs."
"Ha, but you still let them see me."
Guk ridiculed rarely, and Liya's face flushed suddenly.
"Because they may bring benefits, they may be of value."
"Then let them in and see what they are saying."
When Guk's order was given, things started to progress quickly. Mangul took the blood worshipper out of the long corridor, climbed the high stairs, and passed through the hall full of servants and farts.
Although the blood-teaching elder of the four rings still kept his head down, he could hear someone singing in inhuman language and hear the rude laughter echoing in the corridor.
The whole hall is filled with a fierce original atmosphere, and also has a slightly frantic energy, all objects are brightly decorated-green, white, red.
The messenger couldn't measure how long he had walked before reaching the king's court. He finally stopped in front of two milky intarsia gates. On each side was a burly guard wearing barbaric armor. He glanced at Nauk The bulky silhouette of the armored armor, a lot of transformations are decorated with graffiti.
Unlike the Oaks outside, these guards wore their unique helmets, with huge silver horns on the sides of their heads, and a pair of red hair on the top of their heads.
When the head of the guard approached them, the guard slammed into the chest to salute, then grasped the two heavy bronze handles on the door.
"Are you ready."
Mangul asked.
For a time, the messenger seemed to feel the thud of his heart beating, he could see the light gradually flowing out of the door crack.
"Not yet."
As soon as he answered, the door was opened.
For a moment, he could not see anything.
His eyes were stunned by the sun-dial light, and the way they flew in front of him made him feel as if he were in the water.
His mind could feel the majestic waves coming, and the sun-like energy disappeared in the burning, and the thunder in the shackles trembled like the surging core of the furnace.
At this time he was not sure whether he was feeling its original face, whether his shallow eyes had passed through some elaborate veils to reach the truth deep inside it, or just that excessive tension had confused his senses.
But he only knew one thing-he stood firm and his eyes widened.
"What is your name, blood worshiper?"
When it began to speak, it was as loud as thunder, and in the eyes of the messenger, the hallucination of the entire hall faded into reality, as if the ancient text gradually appeared in the bath of chemical agents.
This huge hall was flooded with the sunlight filtering through the magnificent towering windows, which was originally the city council, but is now occupied by savage beasts, full of their unique loot and decorations.
And the towering throne...
In an instant, he bowed his head awkwardly.
"Returning to the invincible King Guk, I scorn Liszt."
He humbly replied, and at the same time he was disgusted by his fine voice in such a brutal environment.
"Closer, there is a place for you."
The messenger stepped forward and took the opportunity to start looking at his surroundings.
The frame of the wall was originally dark wood of mahogany, which was smoothed and rounded, but now it is covered by a broken battle flag.
A slender carpet spread under his feet, with wild stitches weaving arid plains and a rider leaning on a saddle and holding a spear, but now there are many dirty footprints.
He glanced at a bookshelf, but instead of the old books lined with leather covers, they were pale skulls.
Other weapons were hung on the wall-battle axe, machete, machine gun, and many pieces of armor.
The sour taste of soil and metal rose to greet him, accompanied by the breath of leather, charcoal and charcoal.
As he stood still, he heard the gentle ticking of an ancient clock from the stone mantelpiece, and the distant faint buzzing of Okshaman.
At this time, he dared to look up at it.
Its face is very unique off-white, it is a huge face, noble and with fierce wisdom, and proud.
Its scalp had nothing more than the green braid made of silver rings on the crest of the skull, an eagle hook nose was right in the center of the tough face, and its eyes were recessed under the rugged brow bone, the flashing light was like red The copper-colored pearl, huge mouth and chin form a three-dimensional rectangle.
It sits very casually, stretching a sturdy body that is four times the size of an ordinary person in his throne~EbookFREE.me~A hand with a mechanical claw rests on the skull armrest, the other hand It is placed casually on the edge of the chair.
The image that appeared in front of the messenger seemed to be a fierce beast lying lazy in the mottled forest, and was accumulating a lot of energy for the moment of hunting.
He could hardly move and his heart was beating.
"So."
Guk spoke, his slow tone with a sense of oppression as the beast approached.
"What do you want to talk to me about."
He looked straight at it and his eyes flashed ready to answer, but it was then that he realized a sudden and terrifying fact.
He couldn't remember it at all.
"Dear Lord Guk."
As he spoke, he prayed that his voice did not tremble.
"We hope to release all previous misunderstandings with you and release our goodwill."
This time even Liya turned her head to stare at him.
"It was a misunderstanding before, because of irrational emotions and blind obedience."
He continued to meet Gu Ke's gaze desperately as he continued.
"Our Pope has fully felt and understood your power. We know that it is unwise to commit evil with such power. Your conquest and killing are also an incentive for us to overturn this stale world. "
Guk's face was motionless like a mask.
Although his expression did not change, the messenger could feel his disappointment.
He felt ridiculous. He was a warrior in the fullest sense, a machine created and destroyed, so he did not want to discuss the ruins about religion and philosophy.
"You think, human."
Guk spoke slowly, low and thunderous.
"You are the first to brag to me these broken things? If you think so, then you will have a very tragic result."