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Accompanied by the indifferent female voice, the void as far as Matega could see trembled, and then shattered in front of him like layers of glass.

From the shattered void, a three-meter-tall female Tartan star stepped out:

Her waterfall-like silver hair bulges upwards, curled and thrown behind her back, her skin is a petrified dark gold, and her whole body is protected by a streamlined white armor.

The thin cheeks seemed to be cut out with a knife and an axe, so that they lacked the femininity and looked too cold.The pupils of the eyes are the same as Matega, they seem to be two blazing white light spheres, with dazzling blue light traces distributed side by side all over the upper and lower body, appearing mysterious and powerful.

This female Tartan star is the last guardian of the black volcano, Medir of the Abyss.

"Lord Mathega, I have a visitor asking to see you." She said respectfully.

"It feels to me...it doesn't look like a robot from the Federation...it's really interesting, who would specifically look for this land of exile?" Matega raised his head with a playful look on his face.

"It refuses to explain its origin, claiming that it will reveal its identity only when it sees you." Madeline replied indifferently.

"It's really a mysterious guest...then invite it in." Matega readily agreed with the corners of her mouth raised.

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"As ordered!"

Madeline bowed her head to accept the order, then turned around to get out of the way, and at her original standing position, a swirling red light appeared in the void.

The void covered by the red light first revealed a crystalline flash like a mirror, and then it seemed to be pierced by a huge force, breaking into glass-like cracks.As the cracks expanded, the mirror surface further disintegrated, finally revealing a deep black cavity.

Under Mathega's gaze, an iron lump with a cheap atmosphere all over his body, resembling a single-soldier crawler robot, slowly drove out of the cavity.

The moment he saw the King of Tartan, the golden clown in disguise immediately bowed and saluted with impeccable movements, and then spoke in standard Federal language:

"Meet the great King of Tartan."

"Tell me about your reason for coming. I specially chose this time to enter the forbidden space. I don't believe that you are a simple guest." Looking at this suspicious visitor, the King of Tartan did not show condescending arrogance, nor did he Showing an easy-going attitude of hypocrisy and resignation, he just calmly let him get to the point.

"The purpose of my visit to you is very simple."

The golden clown raised his head, stared at Matega, who was suspended in mid-air, majestic like a god, and said respectfully: "Soon, a rare military collision will occur in the kingdom of dragons, and it will induce unprecedented changes... ...This is an opportunity for Master Antuen and all Tartan people."

"Oh? If you don't want to be alarmist, please be more comprehensive." The King of Tartan narrowed his eyes and carefully looked at the iron lump in front of him.

"Simply put, the second apostle Herder gathered all the apostles, and there will be accidents in the liquidation of the dragon king Bacal. My master hopes that Lord Mathega and Lord Antun will pay close attention to this matter. Because of this Accidents will lead to changes in the entire pattern of human civilization, and when that day comes, you should choose to join the correct camp." The golden clown explained Ivan's meaning in detail.

"The tone is really not small..."

The blazing pupils of the King of Tartan flickered for a while, with a disdainful smile on the corner of his mouth, he said in an indifferent tone:

"I don't think there will be accidents in the action to encircle Bakar, and I don't think there is any force within the scope of the universe that can affect the status of the Kashni Federation. I am more interested in sending you to Herder... When you fall into Herder's hands, the master behind you must have a wonderful expression."

"Great King of Tartan, handing me over to Herder will do you no good but the loss of a potential ally."

Facing Matega's threat, the golden clown didn't fluctuate in his heart, and replied neither humble nor overbearing: "The Federation will not allow Tartan Stars to leave the forbidden space just because you help them catch an opponent... on this point, you and Master Antuen must be the clearest."

"Even so, it has nothing to do with you, a secretive spy!"

Matega instantly raised her right hand, aimed her palm at its position, and pressed down suddenly.

Boom--!

The dark red magic energy formed a storm in a blink of an eye, causing the space inside the black volcano to vibrate violently, and the black rock mass creaked and shook endlessly; centered on the position of the golden clown, within a radius of 20 meters, Countless meandering fine cracks in the void flashed away, as if this small space would collapse at any time because it couldn't bear the huge pressure.

"Master Mathega, please calm down, neither my master nor I mean to offend you." The golden clown said so, but raised his head without showing any weakness, and looked at the King of Tartan.

"The weak overreaching their own capabilities is an offense to me!"

"What are you and your master! Do you want to be equal to me?"

"ridiculous!"

The pupils of Mathega's eyes were blazing, and an angry look appeared on his calm face instantly. The apostle-level coercion was almost overwhelming; a storm blew up the entire space inside the black volcano, and the void instantly showed upside down, distorted With a sense of disorder and chaos, even Medier couldn't help but retreat again and again.

However, the golden clown stood still, unmoved.

It seemed as if the energy field of the King of Tartan would involuntarily separate left and right as soon as it touched it, as if there was something on the golden clown that could counteract the apostle-level mana, making it impossible for them to get close.

"It can resist Lord Matega's coercion...it will not be affected at all."

Looking at the unaffected golden clown standing in the center of the space storm, Medier's eyes widened in surprise: "Could it be that the master behind this guy is also an apostle-level existence!?"

"...a little skill."

Gazing at the undamaged golden clown under the mana storm, the light in Matega's eyes faded, and the scowl on his face gradually disappeared: "It seems that the master behind you is indeed qualified to negotiate with me...but his so-called The changing situation, what is going on, I want to know more clearly."

"All answers will be revealed in the near future."

The golden clown bowed his head sincerely to apologize, then lowered his voice, and at the same time slowed down his speech: "You only need to pay close attention to Dragon Kingdom, and when things happen, with your wisdom, you will naturally make the right decision." choose."

"It really sounds like a trap." The King of Tartan restrained the magic energy he had released before, and waved his hand to eliminate the void storm, but his tone clearly showed some dissatisfaction.

"I was just ordered to report the news to Mr. Antuen and you. As for whether to do it or not, it is up to you to act according to your will."

The golden clown was also in a daze. He didn't know what Ivan was planning, so no matter how much Mathega asked, it could only play tricks, go around in circles, and finally replied that it had no comment.

"Lord Mathega, leave this guy here, I will have a thorough investigation!" Seeing that it still refused to let go, Mediel stood up and volunteered.

"..."

Matega did not respond to her request, and her blazing pupils kept staring at the golden clown, as if trying to see something under its cheap disguise.After a moment of silence, the King of Tartan, who was spiritually integrated with the apostle Anton, suddenly smiled, his face softened, and his tone returned to his previous calmness:

"Tell your master, I am looking forward to the changes in the future, and by the way... also give him a word for me.

"Please speak." The golden clown bowed in salute, signaling that he was listening carefully.

"Then please listen carefully."

Matega gradually increased her tone, clenching the syllables and said:

"The Tartan star will never forget to help his friends, and will not tolerate the lunatic who fooled him. If I find out that all this is a scam, or...he has lived up to my expectations in vain, then the Tartan star I will use all means to take revenge on him!"

"I will keep your account in mind." The golden clown recorded his words directly, and planned to play the original words to Ivan after returning home.

"That's good...Medil, please send our guests away!" The King of Tartan gently closed his head, then closed his eyes, and stopped talking.

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"Huh...huh..."

The moment Matega closed his eyes and recovered his silence, Ivan suddenly knelt down on one knee and sat slumped on the floor, sweating profusely all over his body in an instant.At this time, on the judgment glove on his left hand, the light of the three gemstones gradually faded, and the entire arm also recovered from the violent trembling and spasm.