It is said that we are no longer connected to the glory of Kara......

Murion walked through the spear of Arden. The Arden Spear could not allow much waste, but it had a small piece of space for himself.

A skeletal ornament that allows him to stretch and hang his own stinging snake skeletal ornament. and space for a small workbench to handle these loot.

This was all thanks to the fact that he was a commander of Nerazim, that he was a powerful Dark Templar, and that he was a disciple of Zeratul.

A piece of loot was carefully placed by Murien on the crafting table. A faint streamer shone on the loot. The liquid in it dropped a little as it moved inadvertently. An insignificant dent burned on the bench.

Murion's brow furrowed slightly, and then he carefully took out a vessel that could resist corrosion to carry the small amount of corrosive liquid. After confirming that the bodily fluids of the loot would not cause much harm, Murrien removed the container.

It was the crown of a hybrid marauder.

Igniting the blade, Murien's curved light blade only grew an insignificant little under the suppression of psionic energy. Although the length is slightly shorter, it can be used as a good tool for cutting the crown.

The blade of light roamed the crown of the head, cutting it into the shape that Murrion wanted. In the midst of the painting-like cutting path, Murion's thoughts echoed in the past.

He wasn't really a pure Nerazim warrior. During a clash between an El-Star Spirit ship and a large number of Tadarin ships, the El-Star Spirit ship was captured. However, in the midst of a lose-lose battle, Nerazim finally had the last laugh.

Zeratul took in the orphan Murrion and taught him the abilities of the Dark Templar and the techniques of combat. And Zeratul, under the pressure of countless Nerazim compatriots, mercifully chose to keep Murion's nerve bundle - although Murrien eventually chose to abandon the identity of the Elstar Spirit and go to the path that all the Nerazim Star Spirit walked and removed the nerve bundle. Murrien is still incredibly grateful to his mentor.

This gratitude has slowly changed with the passage of time.

Zeratul's encounter with Tasada, and the fact that they see each other as confidants, heralds a change in the relationship between the entire Elstar Spirit and the Nerazim Star Spirit. At the moment when the Juggernaut invaded the El and the El Star Spirit was about to fall, Tasada piloted the aircraft carrier to infuse the Void Energy and directly killed the Insect Master, making Tasada the hero of all the Star Spirits.

Selfless, fearless, dissident outcast, savior, sage. All the good words were poured into the dead Tasada, and even his living disciple Atanis shared the honor.

Murrien often wondered what would have happened if it had been his mentor who had died with the Lord.

The Mentor receives the supreme honor, shares the honor of the Mentor himself, and then does not have to bear the pain of being forced to kill the matriarch in the future—Murion could not and could not imagine.

With the swing of the blade, the hybrid's crown was cut to the right size. He pulled out a mirror spell in one hand, then lifted the crown of his head, trying to compare it to the crown of his face.

The size is just right.

It is an ancient tradition to decorate the body with the bones of prey. Although Nerazim's phasing technicians used 10,000 ways to prove that this ancient tradition was not conducive to Shadow Walking, it was undeniable that embellishing the bones of prey on the body could scare the hearts of the Dark Templars.

These ornaments are both traditional and inviolable on behalf of the individual.

The rough fingers moved with great dexterity over the bones, and in a matter of moments, the crown would become a part of his body.

"...... Mulrien"

Suddenly, Zeratul's voice appeared in the small space, and the needle-threading Murion was so frightened that he almost destroyed his booty.

"Mentor."

Murien didn't look back, just replied before continuing to deal with the bones of the hybrid.

In fact, handling loot is a sacred moment, and Zeratul is not doing it right at this point.

The black mist condensed and reunited, and soon, a Dark Templar clutching his cloak appeared in an otherwise empty place.

Unable to wait patiently for Murrien to dispose of his spoils, Zeratul said:

"Murion, my disciple." Zeratul's tone was a little anxious, but also a little helpless: "The current condition of the Arden Spear is very bad. ”

"It's bad indeed, after the failed attempt to blow up Sarculas, the Spear of Arden has been repairing the wounds inflicted by the Golden Fleet." Murien was talking about the spear of Arden itself, but Zeratul wasn't talking about that.

"When Tematros withdrew from the Spear of Arden, there were more than a thousand Nerazim citizens and warriors left. These abandoned warriors and populace caused a rift between the Nerazim and the Els, and some Dark Templars expressed their displeasure with Artanis. ”

The two Dark Templars didn't want to see Darham destroyed in a time of racial distress, at least on that point.

"Artanis is right, if you wait for these thousand people to board, then the Spear of Arden will be destroyed." Murien expressed his opinion.

"Yes, you're right." Zeratul watched as the crown of the hybrid began to draw delicate lines in Murion's hand, and then found a random place to sit on the floor: "I just asked Wolazun to stop this trend that is not good for Dalam. But ......"

"You're being taunted?"

Murien said without raising his head. Of course, in the face of his possible move to lure his disciples into resentment with the patriarch, Zeratul only shook his head.

Of course, it was impossible for Murien, who had his back to Zeratul to shake his head, and he subconsciously mistook Volazun for mocking his mentor.

Neither of them spoke, and the only sound left in the space was the sound of a substantial knife scratching the crown of their heads.

Lines emerge on the crown of the hybrid's head, and soon, the ornament completes its finishing touches.

"You want me to stand up and lead the way of public opinion?"

"Yes, you are an absolutely qualified leader. Mulrien. Zeratul encouraged Murien.

Mulrion wore an ornament made from a hybrid tiara. Carved with a knife, the skeleton of the creature's head gives Murrien an extraordinary deterrent.

The hideous crown made Mulrien's head a lot heavier, and at the same time a lot bigger. The unbridled lines of the cut give the tiara more strength and glory to Murien.

(End of chapter)