Chapter 206

Whenever he recalls what happened that night, Faya only regrets except fear.

In fact, in addition to him, bodri escaped that night. He was able to break free, largely because bodri, the mechanical priest, had made some combat transformation on himself a long time ago.

But not long after they escaped, they were blocked by the rebels.

"In the name of the emperor, where are you going, wizard?"

It was a strong bald man who led the team to block them in the alley.

With evil laughter, he went straight to them, followed by four attendants, walking together through the closed space of the alley.

"Put your hands up. Don't make any unnecessary moves, or I won't guarantee your safety."

"You stay still."

Bodley took off his red robe and revealed his strong muscles and the arrester embedded in his chest. Then he hit his fists hard, and the finger tiger on it hit a spark.

"Garbage, let you know the consequences of offending omnisaia!"

With that, he and rushed to the kidnappers.

"You deal with him."

The leader ordered his men, who immediately rushed to try to catch Bodley and press him against the wall, but as soon as they touched, they were shocked by electricity, but they were knocked to the ground by the other party's fist.

But the bald leader didn't seem worried. Instead, he rushed past them with fierce eyes.

"He's not a wizard, so it's just you."

Subconsciously, Faya turned and ran.

There was little light in the alley. He staggered through the semi dark area, but the other party's footsteps caught up with him.

Here, he could hear Bodley's roar during the fight and then when he realized he was abandoned.

Faya didn't look back. He just wanted to run for his life, because he knew the real identity of these kidnappers, and they had no chance of winning.

But the other party still caught him, grabbed the back collar of his robe and made him stumble.

The bald leader hit him on the shoulder with his scarred fist and dragged him to the root of the wall, then thrust him into a pile of soil.

"Damn monster!"

The bald leader spat and hit Faya in the stomach with his fist.

The thin priest bent down and the air was squeezed out of his lungs. Because he wanted to stand firm and breathe, he instinctively grabbed the water pipe on one side, but was immediately pushed back to the wall.

"You're nothing without your master, aren't you?"

He grabbed Faya's short black hair and forced him to look at the tunnel behind him.

A monster is killing Bodley, a purebred gene thief, and such an electric shock has no effect on it.

Bodley was thrown to the ground by it. Before he stopped shouting, the other party's huge claws had cut open his chest and pulled out his bloody internal organs.

Faya's body swelled with shame and anger, blocking his gurgling breath.

"Where's your wizard power, freak?"

The bald leader sneered and turned his head so that they could face each other.

The scarred face was distorted in the shadow, like an inhuman alien - in fact, he was.

"Say, where is your master hiding?"

Bald raised his fist, ready to teach Faya a lesson.

But with an angry roar, Faya caught him. The purebred gene thief felt the crisis and turned to jump away, but he was also fixed in an instant.

The time in the alley seemed to freeze, and everyone's actions remained the previous second.

Except Faya.

His eyes burned with strange, burning light, and his roar turned into a wild roar.

"Your soul is mine, alien bastard!!!"

Faya clenched his fist more tightly with incredible strength, and the bone he held in his hand broke with the damp creak.

Surging pain and nightmarish images coincide with the will of the bald alien hybrid.

The purebred, screaming, lit a supernatural flame and turned into a wax dropping torch.

Then Faya let go of the bald man - his will had been completely destroyed, the whole man fell on his knees, his face twisted and his eyes were godless.

He left here and walked along the passage in his memory towards his residence. He knew that after this incident, he could not return to his original identity, but he still wanted to take something away and explain to his three dead colleagues.

Facts proved that he was right. After questioning by the Ministry of justice the next day, he realized that it was difficult for him to continue to hide. He could only manipulate the interrogator to release himself through unskilled psionic means, and then fled to the mining area at the first time.

He dared not take the main road, but a hidden path. In the process, the sobs echoed in the crowded mouse hole.

This road is very narrow and there is little room for foothold. Most areas can only bend over before expanding to larger mines in the surrounding sub area next time.

That's where Faya wants to enter, mining area 14.

If you really give him a choice, in fact, he will be more happy to choose prison and shackles, rather than being lost in the dark underground world.

But his life no longer belongs to him.

He took an old lamp from the basket at the entrance of the mouse hole. Its flashing light was now his only partner, and he was sure that with every second of the past, the shadow was invading its weak lighting range.

His shoulder was scratched by the wall of the cave, and after a period of time, he had to push the lamp into the cold, wet soil in front of him, forced downward by the suffocating space.

He went on, trying not to think about the claustrophobic walls or the dirt that was forcing him.

He could still hear each other's cries when he abandoned Bodley. The terrible noise echoed in his mind with the screams of aliens.

For a moment, he seemed blind. When his vision came back, he realized that it was not his own.

The strange picture forced itself into his retina, like a slender, limb mutated shining ghost, the aftershock of a bright lightning left behind.

He heard loud laughter reverberating wildly around the dirt corridor.

Something came for him.

He must leave before it finds him.

Feeling that he might be dying, or worse, he burst into another sob and echoed along the mouse hole.

At this time, some existence responded to him.

A thought broke into his mind. It was a broken voice, a chatter that told him in the darkest of the night - a strange but not entirely aggressive whisper.

Go on.

It hastens to.

"I can't."

Faya said, wiping his nose with his sleeve, and a piece of blood suddenly appeared on his sleeve.

"They came to me."

There is still time to come to me. Now, I will protect your safety.

Faya managed to obey and force his tired limbs to work when he crossed the semi dark space. He walked very slowly and dragged himself without thinking, just as the suggestions in his mind had spread to the rest of his body.

It was an extraordinary willpower that encouraged him to act.

Finally, he fell out of the hole and came to the secondary mine, although his body burned with fatigue and covered with sticky plaster from head to foot.

Well, my agent, it's time to completely abandon your past identity and return to your believers.

Some kind of will drove Faya to stand up, ignoring the pain of his limbs, and put a crow mask and a feather cloak on the ground.

Faya was stunned for a moment. He didn't know if he really wanted to say goodbye to the past.

But he had no choice. When he put on the mask, the weak mechanical priest Faya no longer existed.

He turned into a black ghost and hobbled down the corridor on the ground. Before walking, he put a searchlight at the entrance of the mouse hole, but didn't look back.

Behind him, the light flashed once and then went out.